These waiting periods, waiting for a bus, on a bus waiting to get to where I’m going, they’ve become a sort of opportunity to think, as I’m generally not the chic standing there with her nose to her phone, usually. But, like sketchpad mind dumps for me, waiting becomes a time to reflect, to get this stuff out of my thoughts. A time for me … Continue reading Deep Thoughts At A Bus Stop
Over visiting a friend last night and relating to him the contents of a documentary I’d watched recently on Thomas Jefferson where they spoke of the long-term relationship he’d had with one of his slaves, a Sally Henning, and the children they had together. I was telling him how it couldn’t be a love relationship, was not today considered as such as it is recognized … Continue reading Conflict Of The Colonial Creators
Gathering all this together, all these stories, one by one, unposted posted going back to the early months of 2013, almost at the beginning of this blog, unsaid has been said, and now I ponder the ghosts of my own past and all the crooks and characters that made me, and in that regard, this post is a bit different than the others. Now, other … Continue reading The Last Unposted Post: a rambling pirate from the past
From 2013, written the summer after Tim died and I had moved back home, to Dodge. Dodge as in get outa? Tis the way ol’Dodgers, such as myself, refer to our beloved village. As for the getting out part, most do, some don’t, others won’t. This has sat in my drafts all this time, it is about a night, a person who shall remain nameless, … Continue reading 88 Drafts And Counting: When A Succubus Comes Out To Play
I woke up before the alarm, well before the alarm, but it was the second time since I’d gone to bed the night before just after midnight. I don’t remember my dreams, and so I can’t say what had me tossing and turning all night, and both times that I awoke, words and more words swirled and dove and confused, out of order, making no … Continue reading Some Day A Long Time From Now
Didn’t realize this until recently, but Thomas Jefferson probably, though not exclusively, represents rather well the complicated beginnings of America, and the dichotomies. In a documentary I watched last night that complication, at once trying to influence those early founding fathers, getting them to see the African’s they had enslaved as individuals, thus giving them the rights and freedoms of all those who had immigrated … Continue reading On The Mantle Of President
Lately, I fully admit, I feel as though we are all being pulled in so many directions that it is difficult to know where to look, or even what I want to say about any of the divisive politics in the U.S. Yet, fear not, I have no intention of giving in to that confusion, that sense of hopelessness. No way, not going to happen. … Continue reading Just another Idealist Rant, But, It Would Be Handy To Have a Judge On A Leash
“Sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt you”. Remember that one? In today’s world that saying would be considered the somewhat trite advice in our world of anti-bullying, anti-harassment and so forth, and not at all to say those are bad things, they were necessary things. The value of our words, the power words can have, is probably more significant … Continue reading My Word, Your Word, His Word
“Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.” Franklin D. Roosevelt Last 634 days, 15 hours, and 44 minutes, tick tock and the average Jo has no idea where to go, or what to read, who to watch. It’s all around, and everywhere, a journalist murdered here, rogue killers there, and … Continue reading The Week So Far In America – Oppression, Regression, And A Swank Yacht
So whose the angry mob? Who screams for the head of the queen, off with it, without the benefit of a court of law, for judging the judges who may not be judged, and holier than thou am I, but I digress, who am I to criticize. “To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by … Continue reading Lies Of A Better World Thru Spheres I See
As some politicians in Washington seem to forget, women did not get the vote because they stood on the sidelines and asked nicely. Heck no, they marched, and chanted, and did what it took to convince the male establishment that they were serious, and it did not happen overnight, it took years. “Be militant in your own way! Those of you who can break windows, … Continue reading Bias Robed In Black And No Is Not Enough
Lying in bed last night tossing and turning in anger at the yea vote to the cloture of Kavanaugh, and the nasty cold that has not released it’s dang grip since last Sunday, and well beyond frustrated. Mucusy whizzing all week, coughing, tissues filled with snot filling bag after bag, and that was a blawdy horrible way to end a horrible week. NOT in a … Continue reading And Fury Awakens The Feminine Mystique
Left in the midden piles of history we find the anguished statements of “I didn’t know, how could I know, how could we know”? In the course of lifetimes, and we forget the times that passed us by and we got lost in our desires, and our own self-preservation. Lost in the wind are those lessons learned from the mistakes of our ancestors, because, the present … Continue reading Fear And Loathing Of Dirty Old White Men
by PaulaB 