Four Days After the Shooting By Mary Anne Mohanraj I dropped off my son at preschool yesterday, drove by a school playground, the children lining up in messy rows. I started to cry, again. Wiped my tears and went on to shop for holiday gifts, spending more, perhaps, on our children than I’d planned. They … More Mary Anne Mohanraj poem: Four Days After the Shooting
for Xmas, I am integrating all my past identities instead of living in slivers and burning bridges behind me…
Santa and childhood friends all live together in a magic land called FaceBook and this is an excellent place to send them wishes and letters etc. Some elf will read that mail. I sent similar “seasonal greetings” to… … More All I want for Xmas is my two front teeth, and a ferrari, and world peace and baby tiger
No redress for labor infractions? Death by criminal neglect to union representation. Can Congress basically kill this body by refusing to validate any nominees? Why can’t we do that to Congress? Just say “not good enough” so that not enough of them exist to pass any legislation. I want NONE OF THE ABOVE added to … More Happy New Year? Death to labor rights?
Ironically, as knuckleheads better suited to an avocation of talk-radio callers than legislators twiddle their thumbs and whittle at every viable possibility for public healthcare… my dearest friend is facing an expensive surgery with no insurance. My son let his wisdom teeth go so long untended they led to other painful, expensive problems. And while … More War on the public option