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Saturday, August 18, 2012

Adventures in parenting...

I used talk to my kids, listen to them. Sometimes these talks were nothing much, about what was going on at the time. Sometimes I felt I was expected to give wise guidance, which was often based on how I'd managed to survive my own school days with only a minimum of battle scars, or where to look up... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 17, 2012

What CCT said about racism/prejudice

"Well it is I suppose the pecking order. Mind we don't treat some of our own colour too well at times, I would like to think I agreed with the gentleman, but I have not had much occasion to test his veiws. I do note that some schools have many more coloured chilren than white and they all seem to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Racist or prejudiced? There's a difference, part 2

After Joyce was persuaded to return to her seat, still fluffed up as a mother hen whose chicks had been threatened, John Gray began to speak again. He explained it was a fiction, and said "race is a myth." The whole idea of one race being superior to another was founded in error. "In fact, every... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 16, 2012

Racist or prejudiced? There's a difference.

At the university the powers that be decided to run an awareness seminar to bring whites and blacks into a better understanding of the differences between the two cultures. Muttering in the ranks at my little office included the complaint that we were all one culture and that this would be a waste... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Roomies for a day...

I was lying flat of my back in Room 200, bed 2, watching the drip from hanging bags into the IV line - saline from the big bag, antibiotics from the small. The TV was on, mostly to mask the racket in the hall, to instill a sense of normalcy so I could sleep. For the moment nothing hurt; I was wide... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Menu for Tuesday: Hash

Mama used to make the greatest hash, left over baked potatoes & fresh onions cooked in fresh bacon grease from the drip pan, whatever bits of meat she had left over from the previous day's dinner, assorted veggies. I suppose these days they'd call it a hobo skillet and cover it with cheese, but in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 13, 2012

Ripples on a pond

You've seen those amazing nature photographs, a single drop of water falls onto a placid surface, and the ripples spread even as the camera snaps. Maybe you've lain on your belly by a pool and studied the reflected sky. What you're looking at isn't always what your mind's eye sees. Triggers,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 12, 2012

Close Encounters of the Mysterious Kind

It must have been 1959, I was living in a little town that was mostly a pit stop on the way somewhere - its outer neighborhoods mushrooming out of ground that had been cornfields the previous growing season. I had two little tykes, 3-year-old Lorrie, and 6-month old Dan, who stayed with my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 11, 2012

Nurse Mary Anne -

My last pre-dawn at dear old Anderson, time to wake up for vitals and my thyroid meds, and here's this tiny little blonde nurse, maybe 95 pounds soaking wet, chirping to apologize for waking me, filling in the new day's info on the wet marker board on the wall. Good morning, she says. Have they... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 10, 2012

Caregivers: conversations before dawn

This cheerful little night nurse-tech came on with the RN shortly before midnight. She's late 20-something, African American with a dark complexion and beautiful smile. Donna. Checks my vitals: temp, heart rate, blood pressure, makes notes. How you feelin' sweetheart? I think I'm better. But the... Sign in to see full entry.

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