Recently my granddaughter mused that her college friends, when consuming too much alcohol, often lamented their woes, going on and on about their less-than-idyllic childhood or other problems they do not normally discuss when sober. She attributed this to the fact that most people in her generation communicate through social media where they must put on a happy face; therefore they do not have an opportunity to talk about what troubles them. Whether her assessment was correct or not, is not central to this post. What intrigues me is what “face” people chose to reveal on social media. Continue reading
If I had been a parent, I would have been a lousy one on the day my child left home—at least I believe that to be the case if sending out my writing for possible publication is any indication.
At first all he saw were shoes strewn on the street, an elaborate joke, someone playing with the word “cobbled”; but then he looked around noting the empty buildings with broken widow panes that had once been homes, and the dilapidated cyclone fencing now laying in the weeds where once there had been gardens and children playing, and he felt the weight of eminent domain and urban renewal, terms too often associated with “new” and “improved” and not “displacement.”
We did it together; we did it to honor Marla; we did it because the best part of being a human being is our ability to show compassion and carrying; and we did it to raise funds to support ALS research and those people suffering from ALS. And you can do it too! Continue reading
Cleaning out files and more files of papers I wrote when earning my degrees in English (B.A. and M.A.) had me exclaiming over and over again—”Did I write that?” I guess expressing surprise at my abilities is better than being disappointed. However, I do wonder where that analytical mind is that compared Gertrude Stein’s “The Gentle Lena” and T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land,” in regard to how the authors use structure, language and diction to disrupt the conventional illusion of female/male romantic love, illustrating instead relationships where there is coupling like that of boxcars forming a train, separate units pushed together by forces greater than themselves, resulting in a union without a meaningful connection. Yes, I, the student wrote that once upon a time, and more. . . . . Continue reading
My granddaughter Ashlynne recently noted how time as we measure it is a human construct. Why a second, why do 60 seconds equal a minute, why do 24 hours equal a day? Those chosen measurements that rule length of time were what she was questioning, and I don’t think she was looking for scientific answers; although, I do not know for sure. She was off to the beach, off to spend time with friends before returning to college. Continue reading
For eight years I taught a college critical thinking class where students were required to employ the Foundation for Critical Thinking’s Valuable Intellectual Traits to analyze situations as well as behaviors and opinions of literary characters. I now am giving the assignment to all public servants, in particular the president, senators, and members of congress who make decisions that directly affect the lives of billions of people: employ the list of valuable intellectual traits noted below when analyzing any situation or any proposal that affects the nation, or other nations. Successfully completing the assignment will serve our nation (and the world) who will benefit from your new found ability to critically think. Continue reading
It is exciting to write the first couple of paragraphs of a novel and to look forward to writing the rest because I want to see where it will take me. Hopefully readers will have the same experience when they read it. Continue reading
War photographers, extreme sports photographers, even wild life photographers engender well deserved awe for the photography they produce. It is understood they often put their lives on the line; they must overcome extreme situations, and can spend long, grueling hours waiting to capture the photographs we view with amazement. But what about THE photographer, the professional photographer without “war,” “extreme sports,” and “wild life” in front of their title; do we ever think about what they have gone through to chronicle an event, capture someone’s portrait, create images we use as criteria to reserve hotel rooms, or to experience places we will never visit? Continue reading
Turning another year older today was tempered by the love and kindness of family and friends! Thank you everyone~Tom, Roberta, Don, Shiela, Ashlynne, Marla, Paula, Larry, Karen, Dennis, Audrey, John, Elizabeth, Andrea, Marianne, Rich, Joy, Gaylen, Dorothy, Pat, Corie, Amelia, and Linda~for your warm wishes, your kind words, your heartwarming text messages, your thoughtfulness, and your generosity! You make life sparkle; you make it soft and sweet; you make it interesting; you make it funny; you make it warm and wonderful. You are the warp and weft of my life!