I Could Have Felt Sorry for Myself…

There was no Christmas tree.

No mistletoe.

No twinkling lights.

Continue reading “I Could Have Felt Sorry for Myself…”

Steinbeck on Evil

All the goodness and the heroisms will rise up again, then be cut down again and rise up. It isn’t that the evil thing wins – it never will-but that it doesn’t die. John Steinbeck

Casanova Strikes Again

In A Nurse & A Purse…Beware !  I wrote about the dangers to women from predatory men.

Just recently, I learned that a grandmother whom we all thought had her act together fell prey to a much younger man.   Continue reading “Casanova Strikes Again”

Pain Point 1

I never took shop.  

Until a few years ago I did not know a flat head screwdriver from a phillips screwdriver. Nor did I care.

Now as a widow, I find that knowing a bit more about all of the things that make my house stand up and my car go are worthwhile.  

When a problem arise, I do my best research and then at some point I go for it.   Continue reading “Pain Point 1”

We have what we seek

 

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~Photo Lori Greer, Portland, Oregon, USA.~

We have what we seek. It is there all the time.  And if we slow down and be still, it will make itself known to us.  ~Thomas Merton* Continue reading “We have what we seek”

Celebrate the positive

I think people need to celebrate the positive.

There are issues.

Let’s tackle them together as opposed to ‘he said, she said.’

And how do we get back to focusing on growth?

That is what everyone in this business wants.

~Maria Kaplowitz, 4A’s CEO, speaking to Ad Age.

You don’t have to be in the business world to do positive, good work.

In our instituations, government and social arenas, there is work to be done.

It’s easy to be sidelined by the negativity that seems so prevalent today.

I plan to keep my eye on the ball and move down the field.

Not in this country.

Leaving a gut wrenching exhibit on the treatment of Jews during World War II, I saw this sign.

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Photo Lori Greer in Portland on my Pixel phone…apologies for the slant.

The notion that what happened to the Jews of Ozeran, Ukraine and elsewhere in Europe can happen anywhere seems implausible.

Yet in our own country, we are now witnessing some of the the prescursors to those events in the denigration of minorities, lack of civil discourse, and assault on truth.

Undoubtedly, there are too many Americans of good will alive today to permit a slide into dictatorship any time soon; but perhaps in an era of great economic or climate upheaval, who knows what the future may hold?   from the Oregon Jewish Museum and Center for Holocaust Education.

My companion that day was a young Jewish man who was blissfully unaware of the Holocaust.  It was interesting and painful to experience his reaction to the exhibits.

I remember a Jewish man who was warning of these trends about ten years ago.  I dismissed him as paranoid.

Never in this country I thought.

I hope I am right.

Yet, hope alone is not enough.

It’s not that simple.

I can’t stand by and watch evil triump in my country or my world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t Blame Other People

Everything I have ever done as your Mother was out of love for you.

I made mistakes but they were unintentional.  

I have always wanted what was good and right for you.  

I am sorry if that was not enough.  I am sorry if I disappointed you.

I am sorry if I was not the Mother that you thought I should be.   

However, I know that I did my best. Continue reading “Don’t Blame Other People”

Tell the truth.

I tell  little lies.

“Thank you for the lovely luncheon.  Yes, everything was good.” Continue reading “Tell the truth.”

Old School…

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Buying a new refrigerator/freezer a few months ago turned into a much bigger process that I expected.

I did research.  Consumer Reports.  On-line reviews.  Asked my friends.  Talked to salespeople.

I found evangelists who swore by certain brands and certain features.

Then again, I was solemnly warned against those same brands and features by others who recounted their tales of horror. Continue reading “Old School…”