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Weekly Photo Challenge: Sun

The Weekly Photo Challenge  over at The Daily Post is a photo of the sun.

Sunny Winter Morning

Sunny Winter Morning

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Two Subjects

The Weekly Photo Challenge  over at The Daily Post is a photo with two subjects.

Shayna and her artwork

Shayna and her artwork

boy and lake

Boy with sparkler and lake

World at the end of the tunnel

World at the end of the tunnel


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What’s your opinion of the occupy Wall Street movement?

You know things are messed up when Librarians start marching

I’m glad the Daily Post asked this question because the Occupy Wall Street Movement has been on my mind.  It seems to be getting bigger and there are variations all over the world.  It reminds me so much of the protests and marches of the late sixties.  Not all those memories are good.  None of us who were adults then will ever forget the horror of Kent State or the fear and confusion of the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago.  It was a scary time, and in some ways, as this movement builds intensity, I can’t help worrying that more turbulent, frightening days are ahead.

We need to be ready. But no one should back away from this fight out of fear.

Yes, the sixties were scary.  The comfortable status-quo got a hard kick in the behind and everything changed. Would I be willing to go back to those quiet days when blacks rode in the back of the bus, a woman’s place was (only) in the home, and gay people were simply invisible?  No. I would not go back there. Changes needed to be made.  It was time for good people to protest to ask for those changes.  I think the time for protest is here again.

The librarian in the photo above says “things are messed up” and I  agree with her.  The politicians don’t seem to be able or willing to do anything at all to fix the heart breaking problems so many are facing. People my age have been hit hard. We’ve worked all our lives, contributing to our 401Ks, building equity in our homes, paying our Social Security taxes out of every paycheck.  We thought we could send our kids to school and have a respectable retirement. Now most of us are working past retirement age, our kids are unemployed, and congress keeps talking about the social security fund running out of money.

Shake the numbers any way you want and the answer is the same: Millionaires are getting richer fast, and their tax burden has been cut in half since World War II. The middle class is slowly sinking, despite working longer hours with greater productivity. And the army of the poor is flooded with new recruits, most of them with a long history of working in lousy, low-wage jobs.

I support the Occupy Wall Street Movement. I am part of the one percent.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Possibility

The possibilities are endless when you look into these young faces.  What mischief have they been up to?  What fun are they anticipating for later?  What will they be like as they grow into teenagers , young women, mothers? Where will they go? What will they see?  What wonders lie in their future that we have not yet begun to imagine?

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Five things I’m afraid to write about

Make a list of five things you are afraid to write about. – today’s Daily Post challenge.  

Politics. Religion. Sex. My father’s life. My mother’s death.

The first two are easy to explain. Or they don’t need to be explained. Everybody knows the surest way to lose friends and antagonize people is to talk about politics and religion.    I have passionate, deeply rooted opinions on both those subjects. So do the wonderful women in my writing critique group, the great folks I’ve worked with for thirty years, and my own dearly beloved family.  Unfortunately, their passionate opinions and mine are not exactly on the same page. Or even in the same newspaper.  So if I write a brilliant piece about politics or religion, who am I going to show it to?

Sex. Maybe I’m just a prude. I have tried to add a little sex to my novels. Honestly. The flirting is okay and fun to write. I can even manage what Mama used to call “necking” and the blissful time after sex when women cuddle and men snore.  But that part in between always ends up being an extra bit of blank space between paragraphs.

My father’s life. He wore overalls every day. He smelled of tobacco. His eyes were an innocent clear blue, his handsome face relatively unlined when he died just before he turned 60. I was fourteen that year. When my friends saw us together, they always assumed he was my grandfather.

My mother’s death. She was hooked up to a ventilator, a tube down her throat. She wrote a note to me: get the sheriff – get me out of here.  I said I couldn’t the doctor said it was to dangerous to move her.  Her rage was silent, her accusations unspoken but clear. Her eyes said she hated me. I couldn’t face her. I sat in the hall while my brother went in and held her hand.  But when she finally gave up, we were both gone.

How do you stay true to yourself?

What does it mean to you to stay true to yourself? Which part of yourself do you think about? – dailypost.wordpress.com

This morning a patron showed me a quote she found and printed on the library’s public printer. In large block letters it proclaimed: Spend more time worrying about your character than about your reputation, after all, character is who you are. Reputation is just who other people think you are.  She said she was going to post it on her office wall where everyone who worked with her would be able to see it every day.

That quote, along with today’s writing prompt, started me thinking, but I’m not sure I’ll ever find one definitive answer.

Staying true to myself means doing what I know is right, even if no one will ever know. It means listening to my own conscience. It means living by Luke 6:31: And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise.

But that is not all it means. Being true to myself means trying every day to achieve my own dreams, to stretch myself to do more, to be more than just what is expected.  It means not giving up, not settling for “good enough.”

Weekly Photo Challenge: Comfort


Shayna and Grandpa carve a pumpkin

Shayna and Grandpa

There is comfort in family traditions.  The same event, repeated every year at about the same time gains an importance and a meaning that no single family gathering can achieve. This is especially true when the whole family, all three generations, including the teens, is able to actively participate and have fun together.  One of the events I most cherish is our annual pumpkin carving party.

Shayne shows Dalton how it's done.

Dalton and Lucas clean out the messy insides

If the weather doesn't cooperate, we sometimes move from the deck to the kitchen floor. Lucas has both parents helping him out.

Chelsea and Dylan finish before dark.