Our trips south to visit my American cousins and grandparents was short on stops, long on drives, and hour stretches of silence through the mountains and bible belts, or endure some radio preacher peddling doom and gloom for those who don’t send him gobs of cash. One favourite memory, actually, is that one time after breakfast at the Dutch Pantry in the heart of the … Continue reading America, On The Occasion Of Your Birthday
First, let’s chew on this – right now, about 42-45% of American’s support the rumptus. Yet, the more amazing number is that 90% of the GOP support him. Why? Well, your guess is as good as mine. Given his total experience with politics is as an opinionated armchair commentator, his naiveté, his rich man with an inferiority complex, his cock-surety, made him like nobody else. … Continue reading Tariffs And Toady’s
In days of yore, back in time, way back, bronze age, stone age, back 10,000 years and more, before the last Ice Age began to recede, and water levels rose, washing away whole swathes of land, following cattle, or seeking a better life, wanting more for themselves, humanity has been on the move, really, since we all crawled down from our trees back on that … Continue reading Of The Feast Before The Fall
“The dogmas of the quiet past, are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise — with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew, and act anew. We must disentrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.” Lincoln–December 1, 1862 Message to Congress In the late 1700’s the Industrial Revolution was … Continue reading Pawns For Politics And Profit
To be honest, if I didn’t write all this out I would seriously go bonkers. It, in fact, the reason I even started the blog in the first part, is to have that somewhere I could vent all the pieces that had come to the surface in those months after Tim’s death from Cancer. I guess, too, it was a lifeline to the world outside, … Continue reading Do You Care?
Ok, so in our household, I’m Meathead and Dad’s Archie (All In The Family), can’t say we ever had an Edith, however, my sister did have a Joey Stivic doll when she was young, creepiest thing, who was Archie’s grandson from his daughter Gloria and Meathead. If you fed him water via his little bottle his anatomically correct wee-willy actually peed. It was friggin hilarious, … Continue reading We Ain’t Discussing the Dawg
Believe I was four years old, maybe 5, we were coming back from visiting Dads parents in The States, Mom and Dad, and I, and they had stopped us at the border coming home. That was early 1970’s, and it never occurred to them, I suppose, that anyone would question it, but I didn’t have my immigration papers yet, my residence ones that said I … Continue reading Children Of The Other At The Door
He does it, you know, because he can, and I know for what I speak. Living with Tim those 4 years, it did take a bit to catch on to his fictions, and, in the end, his lies proved powerless, of no value, as he lay dying of cancer. Never would have wished it on anyone, and I couldn’t leave him at such a time, … Continue reading Truth Is Hard, Lies Are Easy
I suppose in hindsight I’ll probably have to chalk it up to the universe’s way of kicking me in the arse, a what the frack are you trying to pull sort of statement. Seriously. Maybe a little straighten that crown, be-yatch as well. Yeah, so, just made myself a grill cheese sandwich, made using this new way I found, using mayo instead of butter. Added … Continue reading Someone Went To Jail
A Few months ago and I’m back in Dodge visiting my family, hugs all around, home for a visit. So after all that, and the big old solid oak front door shut from prying ears, my sister and I are out on the front porch, and she broached the taboo topic, the elephant in the room. Prompted in no small part by my rotten father … Continue reading A Little Porch Politics And The Puppets Of Power
As ‘we the people’ are split apart with a well-placed wedge stuck in a crack in a log, and deftly knocked, splitting down the centre, as he settles his generous white butt into that house of white down yonder in the land of my birth. Which, by the way, is why I care, and, well, and my Dad’s Dad’s family are news junkies, so it’s … Continue reading And The Ghost Of Robert Jackson Appears Stage Left
The other morning, outside assisting a customer, and what a shock the one 80-foot long (fine, 10ft) box doesn’t fit in her Yaris hatchback. Measuring tape, anyone? Anyone? If you were picking up a package, wouldn’t you do some measuring? So, there we are in our little conundrum, me freezing my ears off and about to say that she’ll have to leave it here and … Continue reading Keeping Hope Chained In The Closet
I was born on a hot sweaty day in North Carolina towards the end of the summer of love, 1967. Neither of my parents had any hippie aspirations, no marching on Washington for either of them, as Motown was their groove. From a family, on both sides of the 49th, of rural stock, generation after generation working the land that had passed down to them, … Continue reading And The Ringing In My Ears Is Her Silence
by PaulaB 