In this house we Stand with Ukraine
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IF YOU WANT MORE
- Ella and Molly James, May 21st. is your Nana’s Birthday
- no one is born hating
- kids say the darndest things
- my church
- Still I Rise by Maya Angelou (1928-2014)
- I hope you dance
- make a wish – then blow
- disaster strikes Carport Kitty
- winning it all – losing everything
- it’s April 1st, fool! march madness is over, right?
- two singular American warrior women: one shared destiny
- the battle my grandmother lost
- leaving moon behind, but you’re still on my mind
- Ukrainian President Zelenskyy to America: I have a dream. I also have a need.
- Tweety Bird said I Tawt I taw a Puddy Tat…
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when Maya Angelou spoke, I listened
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Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.
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Tag Archives: WWII
families first
No justice, no peace. No Donald, no Mike. Just Joe and Kamala. Four years ago I was overjoyed when the first woman of a major political party was nominated to be President of the United States. From Seneca to Selma … Continue reading
Posted in family life, Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, politics, racism, Reflections, sexism, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is
Tagged baby boomers, Democratic National Convention, dr martin luther king jr, india, jamaica, joe biden, kamala harris, moral arc of universe, selma march to montgomery, seneca falls, shirley chisholm, stonewall, WWII
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a man of letters – prejudice by any other name is still prejudice
Two years ago in the summer of 2018 I published posts containing letters written by my father to family members from his teenage years in the early 1940s to his death in 1976. I called the series “a man of … Continue reading
Posted in family life, Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, politics, racism, Reflections, sexism, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is
Tagged Catholic immigrants, Hispanic immigrants, Polish immigrants, prejudice and race, prejudice and religion, separation of children from their mothers, WWII
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never forget
Veteran’s Day is our day set aside to honor the men and women who serve and have served in defense of our democracy at home and abroad. This past year I did an entire series on my family’s experiences during … Continue reading
Posted in Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, Reflections, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is
Tagged a man of letters, veterans day, WWII
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a man of letters (10) – some of us are lucky
March, 1945 began as February had ended – with more missions to fly (Reuthingen and Bohlen) – but with an unexpected visit from a friend who had been with him in navigation school in Texas and an equally unexpected promotion. In a … Continue reading
a man of letters (7) – absence makes the heart…
Glenn at home in Richards, Texas before the war Remember the slightly underweight 18-year-old rural Texas boy who enlisted in the Army Air Corps in June, 1943 and wrote to his parents that he had to do “what I feel is right for me” … Continue reading
a man of letters (3) – prejudice by any other name is still prejudice
While the war took center stage in everyone’s mind in 1942 and my dad noticed that his hunting and fishing buddies in Richards, Texas had a younger sister, apparently hormones were also raging in my dad’s brother Ray who would have been … Continue reading
From One Mother to Another – WWII
On May 29, 1945 my mom Selma and my dad Glenn eloped to get married by a justice of the peace in Magnolia, Texas. Magnolia was a small town 30 miles south of the even smaller town of Richards where … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Personal, Reflections, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is
Tagged 8th air force, doncaster, england, WWII
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I'll Call It Like I See It 