Thankful to be Alive: Black Friday
The number of children, who struggle with mental despair is on the rise in America. Why is this? And, why am I asking this question on the day after a National Day of Thanksgiving? Known as Black Friday, because more consuming of material goods will occur on the bright side of American malls. Because I want parents to really think about the loss of their child, to a death, or accident, or

Testing. One. Two. Three. My last turn at a Mic The Story w/Dick Gordon
Last Fall, I had the pleasure to sit in front of a microphone, and from an NPR recording studio, respond to questions about my experience in community development during the decade of the 70s & early 80s. Dick Gordon, a renowned public radio journalist and commentator, was my host (thestory.org) The personal political narrative involves a brief stint while I was campaign coordinator for a

I've been a good girl, Santa, and I want to give Thanks, for all the good in the world
If my life were digested into one of those narrative songs, popular in the 80s, it would be sung by Cher, and might well have had been titled, Gypsy's, Tramps and Thieves. Well, okay, maybe, not quite that fan-dang-a-ly. But, certainly, my life has its parlay of escapades, adventure, lost meanderings, alongside (phew) an equal measure of noteworthy achievement. See www.thestory.org with Dick

Diverting Attention On Pain
From a review of traffic to the Womankin blog, last year, the most hits (some 900 in one day) came from a post titled "The Line Between Pain and Addiction". This particular narrative, reported on Broward County’s status as a primary source of diverted prescription pain pills, by way of the Pain Pill Mills, lining many of the main boulevards in some of our fair cities. I came to learn of this

Unseen, Otherwise. Wise, Seen by Other
As we now marvel at the exactitude required for life to burst forth, I am sure that I opened the door to the Salvation Army Thrift Store, at just the right moment in my experience to see what I might not have seen before. As I entered from the doorway to the left, my gaze traveled the height of the warehouse ceiling. Just above eye level, a particular print drew my attention. Alongside 30 or 40