We have been told to stop using paper. Stop printing. Save a tree by using less paper.
In first grade, I was given a nickname. It made me miserable. The name on my birth certificate reads “Suzanne.” When I was a very young child, my parents called me Suzie. The first time they introduced me to one of their friends as Suzanne, I didn’t even know who they were talking about. I made aContinue reading “Nicknames, My Name and the 2020 Presidential Race”
Now I feel as if I have woken up into an alternate reality of the United States, a reality where humanity aspires to be the worse version of ourselves. I call it the “It’s All-About-Me” society.
If there is one expression that makes me bristle it is “fake news.” Those two words have been bandied about during the past four years dismissively to address anything published that the speaker doesn’t want to acknowledge as being actual news reporting. If you label it as fake, then it doesn’t count, so don’t botherContinue reading “Call it “Fake News” and Cancel Culture Succeeds in Suppressing the News Media”
Four years is a long time. Think how much has changed in America since 2016.
Surely at a library, a place that attracts people that value books, reading, education, and communication, people would be paying attention to what is going on around them and would be considerate of others. Sadly, I am wrong!
You do create your own reality. How serious is this current moment in history?
Christmas in August is as good time as any to give us something to do during the Global Pandemic.
Trying to contain the virus without rapid testing results is like trying to fight someone with one hand tied behind your back.
Like the little bunny rabbit that nibbles at the tall grass and garden in my yard, I nervously look around every time I go out for a walk or on an errand, trying to avoid oncoming strangers.
I guess it’s the battle fatigue, but the vibe of “we’re all in this together” is starting to fade.
This year in Annapolis, capital of Maryland, there was no July 4th parade featuring local politicians, floats with hula dancers, fire engines, candy tossed to waiting children, soldiers marching, bugles and drums.
When selecting which journals you’d like to read or submit your work to, start by reading their mission statement.
I once spent several hours on a “Ride Along” with a Police Officer. I got a small taste of what part of one day feels like for a member of the police department…
Will the Pandemic enable us to reflect on our past actions and see more clearly?