Our senior-most seniors offer perspectives the rest of us couldn’t have. At his senior center, my father repeatedly poked his index finger into the forehead of Vice President Al Gore, smiling from the cover of the 2001 Time Magazine. “Dad, what?” I asked, not knowing if this demonstration was for my benefit or his. He
Give us this day our daily bread…. “Because I’ve made it daily for so long, now I can throw it together in five minutes.” Pam smiled and passed me the plate of fresh pumpkin bread. I smelled the spices before I the felt the texture held together by plenty of molasses. Whenever Pam and I
I am a white American In 1966 my father talked about the South American country in which he was born, Suriname, to my sixth grade class in Pasadena, Calif. He said it didn’t matter about people’s color. “In my homeland, a man whose skin is as dark as this blackboard,” as his white hand
The run-up to the election for president has had its own brand of shifts and turns. If you’ve made your decision on a candidate, read no further. But, if you’re looking for another option, the poem below might offer it. Four Years Without a President By Carol Linn April 5, 2016 Four years without
An innocent walk in the woods taught me a wealth about myself and my culture. A cat named Lilly lives with us. We brought Lilly with us on our car trip to Florida. It was a trip emphasizing personal health, and not social consciousness. I was reallyhappy that she had adjusted to sitting in the
The presidential_candidates, now active in Iowa, stuffed my e-box with mail. I groaned; they all looked alike to me and they sent too much too early. No matter; I would ignore them as we were escaping the winter of Wisconsin and driving south to Florida. The sameness of the candidates melded into the landscape. Red Roof
Mantras provide a great place to start your year. In Hindi and Buddhist practices they offer a word or sound on which to focus concentration. They were regarded as hymns or They’ve morphed into slogans, catch-alls, advertising jingles.
This year was different. I’ve learned to be net neutral. The payoff is that I enjoy those 72 hours with him. My son taught me to move into the role of friend.
Over the 18 weeks they had stripped away layers fears and falsehoods replacing them with ones of respect. The class had become a micro-community. Did they agree on everything? No, but they recognized the value of group engagement and could participate.
Q. How does every racist* joke start? A. With the joke teller looking over his or her shoulder. *Gender biased/ableist/ageist/sexist etc. With that opening, look over your own shoulder at these re-presentations of our own attitudes and those of others towards us Americans. It’s a link worth perusing: The Geography of Stereotypes. These 23 maps of