I loved Steve Kerr when he played for the Bulls. I love that he uses his platform to speak out. But, to answer your question Steve, it is a resounding YES. Legislators are and have been more interested in holding on to their power than to pass any legislation that would curb the ongoing violence in America.
I knew in the aftermath of the slaughter at Sandy Hook that nothing would change. If a classroom of murdered kindergarteners didn’t change hearts and move them into action, nothing would.
This year she will be 94 years old. She is in great health, albeit a bit thin. Amy Scroggins is the matriarch of our family. She is the only surviving child of her parent’s 11 children. She raised nine children (seven boys) with my Grandfather in southern Maryland, outliving him and two of their children. She was an avid reader and seamstress and the disciplinarian. She is the great grandmother of 14. And she has Alzheimer’s Disease.
She was diagnosed in 2020 at the height of the pandemic and shortly after unexpectedly losing a son and granddaughter. There was a rash of erratic behavior then, but then it vanished.
There are moments when her mind slips and she is in another time, detailing the one-room school house that she attended. Or she is telling me that she had a good day except for the spanking that she got… then her mind shifts and she is quiet, trying to reconcile it all.
My mother and her siblings have a rotating schedule. They stay with her a week at a time so that she can be in her home. It has been rough on them, seeing their mother slip away. Having to help her with the basics as she once did with them. However, she remembers everyone and can walk, talk, eat, breathe and bathe on her own.
There are moments of regression, but they don’t last. Sometimes, she is far away and sad. She knows something is wrong but cannot understand or repair it. She repeats herself frequently in a conversation, but I just listen and agree as if it’s new information.
I love my Grandma. I am glad she can’t recall some things because she is a strong, proud woman and she would be frustrated and ashamed that she needs this level of assistance, especially from her children.
I know the disease can and will progress. Being so far away from her is my only regret for relocating. But thank goodness for technology.
About two weeks ago, I received devastating news. It’s taken me this long to process it and finally, share. I learned that my teen-aged stem cell recipient died. She rallied after a year which is an important milestone for transplant recipients. She was even able to return home and resume normal activities, so we were extremely hopeful. About six months later, she was hospitalized with respiratory issues and I stopped receiving updates.
I’ve thought a lot about the upside, the silver lining if there is one to find. Here’s what I have:
Health: Protect it. Be thankful for good health.
Life: LIVE it…seriously.
Children: If you have them, cherish them. To lose one must be unbearable.
Donate: Time, blood, organs, marrow if you are able to do so.
Share: We can not make it alone. If you have something to give someone else, please do it.
I just finished blasting the Mayor’s office as well as the Director of DC Housing and Community Development. I am not naive to believe that my comments will be addressed or even read, but I am sick to death of seeing this type of abuse.
This is the Nation’s Capitol. I believe that we pay the HIGHEST taxes, have no representation AND have extremely shitty and limited affordable housing. Over and over, we hear about property owners in our city (seldom do they even live here) exploiting residents by taking their rent and providing housing that is unfit and unsafe. They are finally hauled to court, ordered to pay fines and nothing changes. WHY?!?? Is it because the impacted residents are on the low socio-economic rung of society?
I do not understand why there is no cap to the neglect that a landlord can inflict. If you have over X number of code violations and/or X number of lawsuits, your property can be seized and sold. What are agencies waiting for? Someone to die? A child to get seriously hurt?
I lost it somewhere between August when my 8 year-old started asking me questions about Trump and December when I still had a real-life Michael Scott (fictional character of The Office) as a director. Good news is Scott is gone! I think you know the bad news.
I have not posted in a long time. I have not written (aside from work) in a long time. For me, that’s a bad spot… I managed to eek out a poem to my love, David, for his birthday but it was a struggle.
I am uninspired. Not surprising, but no less disturbing. Oh, there are plenty of constipated thoughts in my head but they want to stay. I almost posted after I finally made it to the National Museum of African American History and Culture this month, but even that never happened.
I don’t like this mental space. It’s unhealthy and I don’t know the cure. Ideas are welcome.
Supposedly, that’s today… Is it really or just a hashtag?
Yesterday, I bumped into an acquaintance that I hadn’t seen in a while; she is blessedly pregnant. She is going on 40 and never thought she would have children because that’s what she’d always been told.
As I shared a bit about pregnancy and motherhood, I asked her how she was doing.
It’s been interesting.
She said that about three or four times, but with a smile so I wasn’t worried. What she said next changed that… her employer does not have maternity leave.
[A quick aside: I worked for an employer with no maternity leave, however this was a small non-profit and there was short-term disability after seven days.] But we are talking about a large, stable organization.
Not only is there no maternity:
There is no STD until 90 days;
Can’t use the sick leave bank (even as a participant) unless you have a cesarean; and
You can’t have leave donated to you.
Her plan: bank as much leave as possible until December, tap her savings and get back to work as soon as she can.
But they have FMLA so at least she’ll have a job to come back to…
As a mother of an out-of-town, non-driving female college student, I am a HUGE Uber supporter. Just the other day, I was remarking about how the creators Travis Kalanick and Garrett Camp had truly earned their billions. I love, love, love that I can see a picture of the driver, license plate and make/model of the car picking up my daughter who is 250 miles away. I know when she’s going and where! She doesn’t ever need cash or have to wait for long periods alone.
The female-only ride hailing apps are an interesting, but not surprising development. Given the unfortunate Uber-related assault cases and personal feelings of female acquaintances, safety is a real issue especially at night. However, from a legal standpoint I understand how such services present the proverbial “slippery slope.” I hadn’t even thought about opening the door to discrimination or exclusivity regarding other groups. It is unfortunate that in our “civilized” society, women have a need to feel safer.
I’ve been having a hard time staying positive and seeing the light in this world of ours. Everywhere you look there is violence, despair and hate. But lately – no doubt due to the holiday season – I’ve learned of a few people who refuse to give up or give in.