I grew up loving the history of this country, the good, the bad and the ugly. Watching the 'good' rise in the aftermath of WWII was exhilarating and seemed to give tribute to our aspirational foundation. Our forefathers created this country with high hopes for equality and individual freedom, but unfortunately were forced to do …
Golden Flakes Among the Dirt
An Open Letter to a Friend
My True Confession
I speak from a breaking heart and a sad realization that this situation our country is in has been changing my character in the eighth decade of life. I have never wanted to cost a worker their job, even when said worker was inadequate or had other annoying issues. "Walk in their shoes", see their …
An Imperfect Patriot
As I write this, my neighbors land is dotted with flags of every size. Red, white and blue sparklers and banners are waving in the faint breeze. The stars and stripes even grace tents they've erected for shade. They are about to hold a large party. There will be laughing, loud music, drinking, and fireworks. …
Our Soldiers, Our Country
I am now waiting for all those persons sending posts to face book "supporting" our armed forces, insinuating that only their beloved president and his followers supported our troops adequately, to jump in and ask for further intelligence on the allegations that Russia has placed a bounty on our soldiers heads. I imagine it will …
Take a Deep Breath
It has occurred to me that this blog should have been started as "My Backward Diary". Everything I do, think and believe is predicated on the life I have lived. I move on and view life through the prism of my past, which then reflects on my future path. And so I begin the march …
What Do You Want?
I was watching an interview with Malcolm Gladwell this morning, in which the morning show host asked him whether he thought that 'defunding the police' was the right path to reforming law enforcement in this country. Mr. Gladwell responded that he was asking the wrong question. He went on to explain that you have to …
The Color Blue
Once upon a time there was a little girl not lost. Taking a bus back to grandma's house in Seattle, she went into her typical daydream, scatterbrained persona and missed the stop. Arriving finally at the bus station, the child knew it was just a matter of getting on the next bus to 65th street …
My Country, ‘Tis of “Me”?
What is it about the human condition that makes so many of us unwilling to share? It shows up in small ways, "I don't want to pay taxes so old people can stay healthy", "I don't want to pay more for my health insurance (pennies) so women can have birth control medication", or "I refuse to use public transportation like my grandparents did, even to save the planet." Throughout history, in almost every country, it has evinced itself in wars, revolts, genocide, slavery, or a combination of the above.
Hey, Old Folks!
I was listening to NPR Forum one morning with great attention, they were having a conversation on ageism. The author/guest asserted that we live in a culture that ingrains ageism (who knew?). I itched to call in and rant on this very accurate view of the subject! Unfortunately 81 year old me was busy in …
The Freedom of Age 
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