Sacrificing Innocents to the Cult of Trump

It was after a Maundy Thursday, or maybe Good Friday service and Paul, lapsed Catholic and attending all the Holy Week services for the first time in a very long time, was hearing all the readings and listening with a critical ear. Allow me to paraphrase my wise hubby, "So, all these politicians cutting services …

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Mother’s (birth)Day

Today would have been my mother's 82nd birthday. I can't even imagine what a wizened old crone she would have been, what with the sun-exposure, the smoking, the arthritis and asthma. I can't imagine this specifically because the cigarettes killed her at 49, when I was 21, and that was a long time ago. We …

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A Wedding Dress

  Shimmering fabric, delicate stitching, sparkling sequins, and warm, tiny seed pearls. All of it swathed in yellowing plastic and stuffed in a dilapidated box, a veteran of four moves in two years. Not my wedding dress, but my predecessor's. When one marries for the second time, particularly when one marries a widow(er), one encounters …

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Passages and Paths, Obvious & Obscure

Yesterday afternoon, a room full of young Americans in every color young Americans appear, raised their hands and swore alike , "... So help me God", to uphold the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic. Raising his right hand and swearing with them was Paul's grandson, Levi. "... So help …

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Kids, Cameras, & Captures

One of the things I love about photography is it gives me a handy place to hide and watch people. This is a big difference between me and Paul: though both introverts I find people fascinating, while his personal jury is out (I'm being kind).  It's a difference that binds rather than dividing us, as …

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Six Degrees of Immigration

The year I don't know, but in the early days of the 20th Century a young man from a small village outside Kiev boarded a ship in Frankfort, Germany, crossed the Atlantic and, passing through Ellis Island, an anonymous agent recorded him under the Anglicized name, Bernard Gross. He married a fellow immigrant, a girl from the old …

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Weekend Coffee Share: Mother’s Day Edition

If we were having coffee, I'd wish you a Happy Mother's Day if you're a mother, and maybe whether you are or not we would talk about our own mothers, grandmothers, and the other women who mothered us. With unadulterated affection I'd tell you about my Auntie Helene, possibly the most motherly woman I ever knew, …

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National Siblings Day, Ambiguously

For two days my Facebook feed has been awash with friends posting pictures of their siblings, coupled with loving shout-outs to the brothers and sisters who irritated, annoyed, helped with, and shared their youth and parents. It's sweet. And normal, because I guess it's more the norm than being like me, an Only Child. And an …

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Pillows of Optimism

Insomnia. Once upon a time I would have laughed myself silly at the notion I would ever suffer from it. Sleep was blissful respite, a safety zone from the terrors of the day, whatever form they took: bullying classmates; bullying mother; bad boyfriends; academic anxiety; work stress; parenting. Then came middle age. Perimenopause. Divorce. Survival. …

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Ivan the (recently) Terrible, Blanca, and the Politics of Cats & Dogs

Poor Ivan, Ivan the (recently) Terrible, Ivan the cat nobody wanted. Found by my step-son, Sean, the night Sean's mother died, he'd been abandoned to whatever fate befalls tiny kittens taken too soon from their mother. There was no sign of momma-cat or siblings, just tiny Ivan, whom kindhearted Sean scooped up from a dumpster by the local …

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