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Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-37

Along with most of the nation, the irrationality of someone choosing to gun down people enjoying a concert continues to haunt me.  For me, this is the ultimate act of terror.  Anyone: enjoying a concert, the 4th of July fireworks, a baseball game, waiting for a train… you name it. It would be easier if the killer had tell-tale signs. Rather, he’s  someone who buys a house for his mother, takes care of his girlfriend, and is loved by his brother. He’s someone whose friends attest to his caring nature. Sometimes it seems almost wrong to count my blessings in…

Autumn’s Voice

“You know what? Writers don’t compete with each other,” Kimberly Schumacher said, raising her eyebrows at me. I had just confessed a twinge of jealousy about an author invited for a book signing at a local book store. Anne Lamott, author of one of my favorite books on writing, Bird by Bird, assures me a boatload of jealousy is normal.  I just have a bit, not a boatload. “That’s because each of our stories is unique,” she went on. So true. People have different reading appetites.  I suppose it’s like expecting someone to like triple fudge brownies, even if she’s are…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-35

Could it be that we are in the 10th month of 2017?  The months kaleidoscope together in mosaics of sound, smell, and color.  As I waited for the train this morning, I noticed that the sun still sleeps, not a beam in sight. Yet, the beauty of the morning cannot be denied. The photo I took this morning shows a pink rumor of sunshine destined to grace my day. First responders and communities in Puerto Rico who tirelessly work to help the people devastated by hurricane Maria. I work with about 10% Puerto Rican’s. The agony of not knowing is…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-32

I cannot think of Labor Day weekend without recalling a bumper sticker I saw years ago: In 1906, when The Jungle was published, Upton Sinclair hoped to highlight the deplorable working conditions of the meat-packer workers.  We’ve come a long way in protecting people on the job, since the days of Sinclair.  Still, I like to pause on Labor Day and remember that not so long ago, weekends were just a normal workday.  And still, today, even on this weekend to rest from our labors, many people are working, and many are doing so in substandard conditions, for less than a living…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-29

This week I received an unexpected delight.  My editor, Jenny, from Marengo Union Times, asked me to write an article about a fantastic gardener, Ginger Johnson.  She’s a second grade teacher who is starting back to school today.  So, she opted for an interview on Sunday, rather than waiting until Friday, my and her next available time.  Sunday morning, while I pulled weeds, I imagined Ginger doing the same.  Yup, she frantically pulled and preened.  She may have felt frantic, but her garden and her sense of humor showed a zen-like quality that set my whole week on a positive…

Citizenship is bipartisan

This morning I said to Loved-One, “Due to Trump, good things are happening.” “Like what?” he replied through a fog of sleep.  It was 5:00, afterall. “Well, Congress is taking steps to curb Executive Orders,” I said.  “That began a downward spiral with GWB, and got worse with Obama.” “True.” “And Congress is finally realizing who their boss is.  Not the President, but us.”  Loved-One is not a morning person, so I had the bully pulpit. “And a whole lot of citizens realize it’s up to us to let our Congressmen know what we want and need.” That made me…

Pause,Breathe, and Take Stock 2017-25

This is where I grew up.  This is where I am. This is reason enough to pause and count my blessings.  It’s not that I grew up with a lot.  I didn’t.  Well, wait a minute.  Yes, I did.  I grew up with a lot of siblings.  I grew up with a lot of space.  I grew up with a lot of responsibility.  I grew up with a lot of stimulation. And, I grew up with a lot of encouragement. All that other STUFF is highly over-rated.  I’m back on my home turf feeling relaxed,  and loved, and with plenty of…

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