“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
I spoke with her for less than 10 minutes. She took my intake information, wrapped my arm, vacuumed 2 vials of blood from me, and I left. We chattered throughout – about my messy coat on the floor because I had not seen the hook, about hearts, about the speed of blood, about Secretariat’s enormous heart, about the cold weather. It was lovely. This Thanksgiving I am thankful for […]
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It is too hot for November. It feels like a sickness, like the beginning of a fever. An unease has set in. Think of those scenes in horror movies where big flocks of birds on the spur of a warning we cannot hear begin to pass overhead, waves of them, all madly beating in one direction. I do not know one carefree person. Not anymore. Everyone is waiting, except the […]
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I have to keep moving. If I stop moving, I am overwhelmed by sadness and dread. This nation, hell, the world we have known since WWII, is disintegrating. To try to avoid dwelling on multiple ends of multiple worlds, I rake leaves by the tens of bushels, dig new gardens, walk the dogs, play with the dogs, lift weights, work at the Bookstore, read distractedly, clean almost obsessively, write these […]
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A man, almost certainly mentally ill, smashed his way into Nancy and Paul Pelosi’s home in the early morning. He had zip ties and duct tape in his bag. He attacked Paul Pelosi, 82 years old with a hammer, fracturing his skull. He had planned on tying up Nancy Pelosi and breaking her kneecaps. He wanted to see her wheeled into Congress so that everyone could witness how she had […]
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