Everybody complains about politicians. Everybody says they suck. Well, where do people think these politicians come from? They don’t fall out of the sky. They don’t pass through a membrane from another reality. Continue reading
“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honor trampled in the sewers of baser minds. Continue reading
“Once upon a time there were two countries, at war with each other. In order to make peace after many years of conflict, they decided to build a bridge across the ocean.
But because they never learned each other’s language properly, they could never agree on the details, so the two halves of the bridge they started to build never met.
To this day the bridge extends far into the ocean from both sides, and simply ends half way, miles in the wrong direction from the meeting point.
And the two countries are still at war.”
A got a good laugh out of it, but then I felt sadness.
I have never been to a political rally, but I don’t think this is normal. The removal of law-abiding citizens, just because they don’t show the enthusiasm, they were ordered to show. Continue reading
I wish you could talk to me. Yes, you the damaged table and the old chairs right beside you. Tell me where you have been. Who made you and where do you come from? Who owned you throughout the years and what did you see? How did you like your life so far and now in up in age, would you like to be brought back to live on? Continue reading
I watched the news last night, saw the pictures of our “new” old schools and I while I am glad they made them safer, I feel saddened at the same time. Many of the schools now look like prisons. The school shootings have left marks. Locked and guarded doors, steel walls, double entrees and armed security guards on duty are now the norm in many schools.
I saw the add yesterday for the first time and it literally took my breath away for a few seconds. For a short time, my world stood still and I let it THINK in.
Shortly afterward my breathing was back to normal, my eyes sparkled and I smiled. Continue reading
My friend and neighbor had been a nurse for almost 40 years. She stopped working the day after she got diagnosed with cancer. Her front yard is a statement of thanks from patients she helped throughout the years. She never liked cut flowers, gave them away, only kept the potted plants. “They don’t die,” she said and planted them around their house. I have a feeling it was more than just a statement but a reflection of a job that has its dark sides. Continue reading
I am going out on a limb here but I would recommend we might wanna learn to pronounce his name 🙂 Continue reading
“As a white man,” Joe begins, prefacing an insight, revelation, objection or confirmation he’s eager to share — but let’s stop him right there. Aside from the fact that he’s white, and a man, what’s his point? What does it signify when people use this now ubiquitous formula (“As a such-and-such, I …”) to affix an identity to an observation?
Last night I made a short trip to Lybia. I sat in my chair and followed Anthony Bourdain and his crew around, and learned a lot about this beautiful country and its brave people. Not all was pretty. Times have been violent, people and buildings have been scared -many lives have been lost in the fight against a tyrant. Continue reading
The older we get, the more we get used to death walking right beside us. Perhaps it was always like that, we just didn’t dare to acknowledge it. When we are young, we demand the right to live our lives -and nothing is wrong with that and so for many years, the thought of dying is a disturbance. Continue reading
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.
Why did you spill the coffee?
“Well because someone bumped into me, of course!” Continue reading
Friends have meaning in my life. They are there to lift me up, they pull me down to earth when it’s needed. They laugh and cry with me, and often they push me to take a deeper look at myself and my behavior. Continue reading
“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps. Continue reading
I have always been a selective listener, not to be confused with having selective hearing -what so many of us practice when we grow up.
When some people speak I listen, that has always been like that. My Grandmother had my undivided attention when I was young. When she spoke she had something to say -even when it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Continue reading
It was my first summer in many years without neighbor kids in my workshop. Bravely, I had decided teens and teenagers are the parent’s problem -not mine- and I have closed my free vacation daycare, until further notice. Continue reading
A tigress has been awakened and SHE is a force to be reckoned with. I am not sure if the news all over the world will find the time to mention it, but an unprecedented number of women have gotten up and they are ready to get involved. Continue reading
Great quote! I thought it might be a good reminder, at a time, when the free press is being attacked over and over again. As a matter of fact, I want to thank all the brave women and men who -with their pencils and keyboards- try to shed some light on some things that are hidden in the dark. Continue reading
To understand the world, you have to UNDERSTAND the world.
After yesterdays meeting between Putin and Trump, I couldn’t help but wonder what the world is thinking. We here in the U.S. don’t hear much about the rest of the world. Most of our news outlets have shifted their focus to American politics only, interrupted only by mass shootings and global catastrophes. Continue reading
Wilhelm Busch confessed later on in life, that some things in his book really did happen. His friendship with the miller’s son Erich Bachmann and their childhood antics together likely inspired the figures of Max and Moritz. A pencil portrait that Bush drew at age 14 shows Bachmann as a young man with thick, round cheeks like those of Max. Continue reading
A high court
rules over our lives
and is the final judge
in all quarrels, we cannot
solve otherwise. Continue reading
While we are awaiting the announcement of a new conservative supreme court judge, and with the fate of Roe v. Wade hanging in the balance, I once again started my own research. I am a woman. I have seen and heard a lot throughout the years and women’s rights are dear to me -always have been, always will be. I am a woman of all ages and I speak up for women of all ages. Continue reading
Last night I found spinach leaves and noodles on the kitchen rug, what either means I am getting sloppy, or the dogs got into the trash -again. The case was easy to solve. The guilty party was trying to hide behind the fridge, but couldn’t help look around the corner, when I came in. Continue reading
As so often, an unwanted ad popped up, right beside my news article. IF YOU WERE BORN BEFORE 1967 it read and I couldn’t help but look into it. I was thrown into this world in 1963 and with astonishment, I looked at the ladies face which crowned the advertisement. Continue reading
Regardless of how one interprets the story of Max and Moritz, the famous picture book is actually considered to be the pioneer of modern comics. Continue reading
Max und Moritz was initially rejected for publication, it was never meant to be a children’s book. It was Busch’s publisher Kaspar Braun who suggested offering it through the children’s book division of his publishing house rather than in the pages of the satirical weekly, Fliegende Blätter, as Busch had suggested. Braun paid Busch 1000 guilders, the equivalent of about 2 years’ pay for a craftsman, for the rights to his manuscript. Continue reading
Well, you asked for mystery novels. Here you go, take your pick!
Children’s books first appeared in the later 18th century and were strongly moralizing and educational. The books were meant to teach and instruct, not to entertain, and the child figures in those books behaved like miniature adults. Continue reading
My husband had just finished mowing the yard and when he came back into the house a sweaty mess, I looked at him and smiled, “You look like Moritz,” I said and his face went blank. Continue reading