Free Press

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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

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Jane, Roe v Wade and Racial Suicide

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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

“Max and Moritz” by Wilhelm Busch – Part Three

 

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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

Come on in!

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While we established who is not welcome in my workroom, and who I would not work for, how about I tell you who is welcome. I have some funny rules and regulations in place. Some have been planted in me by my Grandmother, others I only follow because of the fear of my Grandmother, who, if her wishes and beliefs came true, is enjoying eternity aka The afterlife sitting on a cloud watching me. Who also might have the capability to jump of her could anytime she wants to, to slap me silly. One can never know. Continue reading

Why I hate Mother’s Day

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“Happy Mother’s Day,” he said, looked at me and gave me the receipt. He meant well, so do all the others, wishing me the same thing over and over since years. Now I just smile politely, a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes and everybody who knows me well, would notice. The strangers in the stores they don’t know me, they don’t notice. How could they? It’s their job to be polite to customers. They mean no harm. The younger ones, who don’t have children, think about their own mothers. The older ones, who have children smile, think about their own kids. It’s natural so it seems. Continue reading

A Life Backward?

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“People say you’re born innocent, but it’s not true. You inherit all kinds of things that you can do nothing about. You inherit your identity, your history, like a birthmark that you can’t wash off. … We are born with our heads turned back, but my mother says we have to face into the future now. You have to earn your own innocence, she says. You have to grow up and become innocent.” 

― Hugo Hamilton, The Sailor in the Wardrobe Continue reading