क्या यह मुस्कुराते हुए चेहरे याद है? मैंने अपनी पोस्ट में इस्तिक के बारे में लिखा: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/ बार-बार, मैं सुविधा स्टोर में जाता हूं, और काउंटर के पीछे एक स्कॉलिंग इस्तिका होगा। मैं तड़के और मुस्कुराया, और अंत में पाया गया कि Istiak मुस्कुराते हुए इन तस्वीरों में महत्वपूर्ण रूप से चित्रित... Continue Reading →
Istiak necesita un riñón. ¿Recuerdas esta cara sonriente? Escribí sobre Istiak en mi publicación: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/ A menudo, iba a la tienda de conveniencia, y había un Istiak frunciendo el ceño detrás del mostrador. Yo engatusé y sonreí, y finalmente encontré ese sonriente Istiak representado tan prominentemente en estas imágenes. Siendo enraizado en la mente de un... Continue Reading →
Do you remember this smiling face? I wrote about Istiak in my post: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/09/10/am-i-a-racist/. Oftentimes, I would go into the convenience store, and there would be a scowling Istiak behind the counter. I cajoled and smiled, and finally found that smiling Istiak so prominently depicted in these pictures. Being rooted in the mind of a journalist, I poked and prodded Istiak’s personality until... Continue Reading →
I’ve been sick for weeks; groveling in tributes to my body in the form of chicken soup and OJ. Lowering myself to this status began when I attended a speaking engagement on sexual assault and rape at a local college. I coughed mightily throughout the presentation. By the next day, both the experience and illness... Continue Reading →
A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell. She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.... Continue Reading →
अधिकांश मुझे अपने सामाजिक मुद्दों से निपटने के लिए जानते हैं यह एक टोल ले सकता है दुनिया के साथ जो गलत है उसके साथ घूमना भयानक हो सकता है मुझे कुछ पता चल गया है कि मैं नहीं जानना चाहता हूं। हां, इयान वेनबर्ग- कोई न्याय नहीं है आप सही हैं, लेकिन इसका... Continue Reading →
La mayoría me conoce por mi abordaje de asuntos sociales. Esto puede tomar un peaje. Mucking alrededor con qué está mal con el mundo puede ser horrible. Encontré cosas que no quiero saber. Sí, Ian Weinberg, no hay justicia. Tienes razón, pero eso no significa que me lleve ese hecho acostado. Voy a gritar y gritar... Continue Reading →
Most know me for my tackling of social issues. This can take a toll. Mucking around with what’s wrong with the world can be horrific. I find things out I don’t want to know. Yes, Ian Weinberg—there is no justice. You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I’ll take that fact lying down. I’ll scream and holler until I have no breath left.
That said, I went on a journey of exploration recently. I suffered trauma as a child. My mother wanted to kill me, and my father, well, my father had other things in mind. When I let him know things wouldn’t work out with me, he impregnated children from other families. I have siblings here and siblings there, and I don’t even want to know their names. I don’t blame them—I just don’t want to know them.
So I went in search for my “triggers.” Those…
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I often feel like the harbinger of doom-and-gloom. There are so many issues that I see as important. Most of them result in death. Some have happy endings. Fiction has been a respite for me. I don’t indulge in it often. It feels like a desert after a burnt roast. It’s hard to immerse oneself... Continue Reading →
I’ve been disabled in one way or other all my life. For the decades my Multiple Sclerosis went undiagnosed, they said the periods of time my MS drove to my bed were disabling bouts of depression--that the progressive numbing of my body was nothing. They were wrong. I was having bouts of MS. They... Continue Reading →
This is a difficult piece for me. I remind myself every day that five children in the US will die today. Baby Doe already had her deathday. She is, for me, a poster-child for what happens when we deny the incredulous—parents and caretakers kill and traffic their children. Another face that haunts me is... Continue Reading →
The pursuit was on. Equality of the contestants was not issue. Their goals were not the same. The stalker had in mind to catch her prey, who wanted only to escape. Survival was the issue here. The prey would do what it had to to survive. This scene had exploded far beyond stalking. The issue of route had... Continue Reading →
What is the view of child abuse? I struggle with that question. I've found that child abuse survivors are viewed as damaged goods. I see pity in people’s eyes. I say, don’t see me and my ordeal—understand that there are children out there right this second that are undergoing the same kind of ordeal. ... Continue Reading →
Joyce Bowen ✅ Freelance Writer, ✅ Child Advocate, ✅ beBee Brand Ambassador 🐝 Doctors are Gods; are they not? I don’t think so, but they think they are. I once had a doctor say to me, “Things are getting better.” And he was right—for doctors—not for patients. The Atlanta Journal Consitution wrote a scathing review of physicians... Continue Reading →
Christmas 1980 marked a turning point in my life. I was newly widowed with two small children. During the day I plied my trade as an electronic technician. At night, I was Mommy. What a juggling act. I went from angstroms to angst on a daily basis. I tamed electrons during the day and sought... Continue Reading →
I’m not driven to tears often. I see myself as staunch and stoic. Last night, however, I found my face bathed in that salty fluid as I listened to myself assure a victim of a crime that justice would now be done. “They know about him now,” I said. “They’ll do something.” It is an... Continue Reading →
We are a society of subcultures. As such, each subculture develops its own policing mechanism. Doctors have Board of Medicines; lawyers have the Bar; etc. We have to follow the Law. In most cases, these subcultures do not. I have no experience with anything other than our Massachusetts Board of Medicine. My first allegation... Continue Reading →
I wrote this for my readership back in University. I had a following comprised of teachers and students. This is what writing meant to me then--and now: ‘This Side of Life’ The last issue of “The Log” brought you your first glimpse of This Side. The Log Lords must have approved because they’re letting me... Continue Reading →
The month is quiet. People are going outside to enjoy the sun. It’s time for a departure to the real world for me, and I chose to do so with a fine meal at a local establishment. Finz is located on the waterfront. Its outer lines are as crisp as its food. But what... Continue Reading →
I warn you, if you’re aging out and have a fall, it might not be the fall that kills you; it could be the care you receive. Should I call it care?
Just don’t fall.
It all Started here in The Saga of Cracks: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151/#more-1151
I just made it home on Friday after a stint regarding the repair of my knee. My knee was too bad to do stairs, and I barely had access to food. My Primary Care’s office convinced me to go to Mt. Auburn’s ER. I expressed the thought that I was nearly through with medicine. But I went. I spent about 24 hours in the ER and was finally admitted on the dreaded Observational status. A very kind and dedicated social worker cajoled me into trying this course of action in order to get into a rehabilitation facility.
The staff in Needham 7 were kind and compassionate. The menu rivaled that of a restaurant. The food was so good, I had a…
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I warn you, if you’re aging out and have a fall, it might not be the fall that kills you; it could be the care you receive. Should I call it care? Just don’t fall. It all Started here in The Saga of Cracks: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151/#more-1151 I just made it home on Friday after a stint... Continue Reading →
Throughout life, doors open and doors close. The openings are exciting: The closings are not. One might look at them like chapters in a book except for with chapters there is always a continuation. If we do not realize this, closing doors slam. It’s gentler if we acknowledge, early on, that there are stages of life—however small, that... Continue Reading →
Yes—I’m back—sort of. It’s been a rough several months. I’m hoping it’s nearly over. I broke my damn foot in a pedicure bath—I got terribly ill—then I fell in the street. https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151 Over the last several months, I’ve learned that even Medicare leaves me out in the cold. I’ve been on Medicare since 2006 due to disability. I’ve had... Continue Reading →
Even as a psychologist, my logical side, and emotional side are often at odds with (or even at war with) each other. It’s probably a result of being forced into a state of extreme survivalism as a child. I used my logic to save my life and/or avoid pain. Emotions poised like a runner waiting for the... Continue Reading →
Christmas means something different to each of us. This is for all of you missing loved ones this holiday season. 💔 This is my family's Christmas story. I'm not 'showcasing sadness here. It's a new beginning. In an editorial column I wrote years ago, Christmas was approaching. My chief editor looked at me, brows furrowed, a grimace on his face,... Continue Reading →
Too early? Not in my dreams. And I have a recipe for you.
I took a tumble the other day and cracked a rib, etc. I’m an opponent of painkillers, so my way to deal with the pain is to sleep—a pleasant recourse as my dreams have been vivid and filled with pleasure.
I woke from a Thanksgiving dream yesterday.
In it, I was younger—young enough to tackle the preparation of three turkeys—two with American stuffing and one with my father-in-law’s “Greek” stuffing. It was really Turkish, but he let us believe it was his own unique recipe. The ingredients are below:
“Leo the Lion’s Greek Stuffing
Two and a half pounds hamburger
½ stick butter
salt and pepper to taste
half pound rice
1box bell seasoning mix
½ cup sugar
1 ½ cups Italian bread crumbs
½ small can tomato paste’
1 two ounce jar pine nuts
½ chopped walnuts
1 cup raisins
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¿Parece doloroso? Es. Estuve enfermo por semanas. Después de salir de ese abismo, recuperé la confianza. Demasiado, yo diría. ¿Recuerdas esa sensación gloriosa que obtienes cuando la penumbra de la enfermedad abandona tu cuerpo? Lo recuerdo, pero ya no me toca. Aún así, hay un rayo. El recuerdo me toca. Pero la esclerosis múltiple... Continue Reading →