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 →
Institutional Trauma: America's Holocaust We’ll call our protagonist Rosa. But Rosa is not fictional—she is a real person. Rosa was resting in her home, watching television, and waiting for the opportunity to reach her doctor in order to obtain a referral to get a bed in a good hospital. She had a bed only if her doctor responded.... 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 →
Lisa Vanderburg in Morals and ethics, Lifestyle, Communications and journalism4 h ago · 5 min read · +100 I confess; I’m clearly not the sharpest tack, nor the most informed of people. The reasons are unimportant. Joyce 🐝 Bowen Brand Ambassador @ beBee's buzz Survivors vs Victims is about rape. Not an easy topic, nothing bright and breezy, just the awful truth of it in... Continue Reading →
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It will be my pleasure and honor to speak to a group of students on the topic of sexual assault and rape at Umass Lowell's Alumni Hall this evening. Sept 27, at 7 PM.
You should like this one, Jim Murray. When I first heard of the death of Kim Jong-il, I was riddled with the hope that his son would become a great leader—bringing his country, and perhaps the world, into a new era of light and enlightenment. What a shmuck I was. As a psychologist and a behaviorist, I look deep into... Continue Reading →
John F Kennedy would be 100. It’s a celebration of a birthday many of us never see. JFK lives on because of his many good works and ideas.
I remember being about eleven and being glued to the television, watching the events transpired in Dallas, Texas. I was heartbroken but didn’t know why. I had written to Jackie Kennedy and invited her and the children to visit. When I didn’t get a response, I wrote again and received a reply explaining that it would not be possible. The response lifted my spirits, and, in retrospect, I marvel that they responded to the request of a child.
The Years passed, and my view became more jaded. I looked at the Kennedys as silver-spoon babies. I was wrong. The Kennedys I knew were true humanitarians.
In researching laws protecting children, I found that JFK was one of the best children’s activists we had at the…
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Pamela 🐝 Williams jarred me from my complacent dream with her piece: https://www.bebee.com/producer/@pamela-williams/two-means-to-an-end-an-opinion-piece.
I’ve tried to ignore what I’ve considered to be an evolutionary backslide for quite a while. I hunker down in my dream and hope events will bypass me, but I know in my heart they won’t.
I’m embarking on a journey of relying on a system that might not be in place for much longer. I’m going from feeling fiercely independent to dependency. I will be applying for the dreaded Medicaid soon. I see that going the way of the dinosaurs if the new ACA gets passed.
ScyFy channel recently promoted a series by the name of Incorporated. It is the world where Governments no longer exist, and Corporations run the world. In it, people no longer scream for living wages; they scream for survival. The have-nots are grateful for jobs cleaning the Haves’ houses and toilets. The have-nots become the discarded. The Haves desperately hold on…
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If only hindsight could be reversed to give foresight. But, alas, what is done is done. From my first school day in my single digits, I was forced to become indoctrinated into a corrupt system. I stood before class started, faced the flag, put my hand over my heart, and gave my life over... Continue Reading →