Life throws more than just curve balls. I’m carrying a baby with a birth defect. Do I abort it? My dad is very sick, and unable to be reliable in taking his medicine, although he wishes to remain at home. He doesn’t have enough income to hire in home caregivers.
The Supreme Court issued an opinion this week in favor of the Colorado baker who refused – on religious grounds – to make a wedding cake for a gay couple.
I’ve about had to give up cable “news.” Just can’t stand the constant prattling on about the same thing. From CNN, President Donald Trump is always wrong. The other day, when he was doing his typical hard negotiating with Kim Jung Un, CNN was reduced to criticizing the public nature of their discourse, comparing them to a 12-year-old schoolboys on the playground.
The latest school shooting certainly brings this question to mind. How much do we treasure these young beings, who will, with a lot of care and a little good luck, grow up to create good lives that benefit themselves, their children and our world.
Cojones! It sounds more polite in Spanish than in English. Whatever the polite term, how refreshing and delightful to know our president has them.
Immigration. The stories and arguments never end. Worst of all, immigration has been completely politicized. That means that legislators who could be considering facts and statistics, and finding solutions, are not.
Believe it or not, there’s talk going around the country about something called Civil Discourse. It seems an actual movement has developed, in the face of all the name calling, demonization and general vituperation making headlines throughout our land.
With a couple of weeks to reflect on the General Assembly’s 2018 session, it seems that over 3,000 bills were created during a mere three months. I can’t imagine any need for so many. What about spending time on the big issues facing Maryland, and finding solutions that serve the people?
It’s happening often enough for us to get used to it. How horrifying. Every time it happens, there is the same response. People run around screaming about guns.
This one, occurring in a Maryland high school, didn’t count as a mass shooting, as it didn’t meet current criteria. In this case, the shooter died, one victim has been released from a hospital, and another lost her fight for her life in a trauma unit intensive care.
Transgenderism is a present focus of social change, both part of the assertion of special rights by the LGBTQ community, and a demonstration of political correctness by so many others, even in the medical community.
Yes, he’s a little rough around the edges here at home. His White House is behind on appointments and a little jumbled, with communications issues and leaks. At the same time, President Donald Trump is being persecuted and ridiculed, unquestionably, by the media and his enemies.
The demonization of President Donald Trump marches on, ever more creative and ever more vulgar. “He’s going to start World War III.” “He’s a malignant narcissist with psychotic components.” “He hates people who aren’t white Christians.” “He will take health care away from the poor.” “He will destroy the country.” “He’s in love, or lust, with his daughter.”
President Donald Trump certainly surprised the world last week by dropping missiles on a Syrian air base after Bashar al Assad’s chemical weapons attack on a defenseless village – and bombing the hospital where the victims were being treated.
The big event is over. There’s lots of talk about it, of course, with disagreement about the winner, usually divided along partisan lines.
I’m sure my life would be happier and more peaceful without this presidential election, but, I admit, I’m a political junkie right now and just can’t ignore it, or the behavior of our president.
The presidential campaign, no surprise here, is on fire. We’re waiting to see how the other shoe falls for Hillary Clinton, as more government-related, destroyed emails surface from the accounts of people who received them.
I awoke the morning after returning from Europe with a sense of dismay because the hotel where I stayed while in Prague was built on the site where Jews were gathered for transport to the camp called Theresinstadt, to await transfer to death camps.
So, politics can be fun after all. The Republican National Convention has been full of fun, along with some very interesting moments.
Born in Washington, D.C. a blonde white girl, I grew up there in the 1950s. My parents allowed no talk of racism in our home. In kindergarten, I experienced my first crush, on a black classmate, Ricky. No one told me that wasn’t okay. I was allowed to believe that Ricky was a person, just like me.
Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton shared an Air Force One flight to North Carolina last Tuesday to attend their first joint campaign rally. There was hugging and laughter, as well as a little dance from the shirt-sleeved president, who shared his famous campaign slogan “Fired up and ready to go!”
This year it’s Congress, and by that I mean both the House and the Senate. The presidential race is a mess, with the Republican candidate talking like a bully on the playground, and the Democrat under serious FBI investigation.
It looks like the presidential candidates are buckling down for the general election, and making some changes. Tuesday I heard Hillary Clinton making a measured, anti-Donald Trump speech, without a single shriek. I hear she’s hired a speech coach.
This week has marked the largest mass shooting in American history, the worst terrorist attack on U.S soil since the September 11, 2001, attack on the World Trade Center in New York.
What a crazy time in politics! Our presidential election, just so far, has been unbelievable, from the Republican presumptive nominee’s name calling to the federal investigation into the email use by the Democratic front runner.
Stop torturing me! I mean it. I can’t stand to listen, read or watch you anymore. All you’re looking for is sensation, when I’m looking for news.
It’s coming for me. Another big birthday. In fact, as a cruel friend once told me prior to another birthday, actuarially speaking, I’m already there. This one is the one when I officially become old. I’m pretty sure I’m not ready for that.
We, the people, don’t. Donald Trump’s campaign’s naiveté regarding the workings of the presidential election system, and his surprise that winning the popular vote doesn’t directly give him delegate votes, can serve as a reminder to all of us that our say in the presidential election is quite limited.
How lucky am I, to be married, through my child, into a family that, more than anything, knows how to celebrate. Every holiday, no matter how small, is cause for parties and gifts, which is exactly the way life should be.