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 Insanity?
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 Beverly Hospital
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 Disability
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 Baby Doe
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 My Story of Child Abuse
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 Salem Hospital
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 Staying Safe
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 Deception
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 Predation: Stories of Stolen Childhoods
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
Source: My Story of Child Abuse
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. Young, dead bodies discarded like trash by the side of the road or on beaches… See them and know that they’ve been released. Children are toys—property of the adults who produce them. Not everybody plays nice with their toys.
I kept my eyes down as a child. I didn’t know the moon could be seen in the daylight sky until my 3-year-old son pointed it out to me. When he said, “moon”, and pointed up to the sky, I scoffed, then looked up and was amazed. There it was. At that moment, I realized I had…
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It is well-known that Justice for the poor is rarely met. https://www.scu.edu/ethics/focus-areas/more/resources/equal-justice-under-law/ https://worldjusticeproject.org/sites/default/files/486481access_to_justice_in_the_united_states_virginia_lawyer_12-10.pdf In speaking to a legal representative about a case I was involved in, he told me that lawyers often defer to professionals even in cases where professionals have acted unethically. He further told me that he suspected it was all relative to how much… Continue reading No Justice for the Poor
I woke up this morning, and my right hand was completely dead. I mean like this dead tumor hanging off the end of my arm. Like a skin tag. No feeling—no sensation—and my mind was screaming something about writing. How am I going to write? The only way I could tell that I had my right hand is I… Continue reading My Journey with Multiple Sclerosis
Pamela 🐝 Williams me sacó de mi sueño complaciente con su pieza: https://www.bebee.com/producer/@pamela-williams/two-means-to-an-end-an-opinion-piece He intentado ignorar lo que he considerado como un retroceso de la evolución durante bastante tiempo. Me acurruco en mis sueños y espero que los acontecimientos me pasen por alto, pero sé que en mi corazón no lo harán. Me embarco en un viaje de confianza… Continue reading Un Mundo Incorporado está en el Offing.
¿Qué es el éxito? ¿Cómo se llega allí? El éxito implica un gran esfuerzo. A menudo lo definen en términos dicotómicos de ser una Víctima o un Víctor, pero estoy equivocado. Hay un montón de gris en el medio. El éxito es una danza cuidadosa de escuchar y tomar el toro por los cuernos… Continue reading Éxito
What is Success? How do you get there? Success entails a great deal of effort. I often define it in dichotomous terms of being a Victim or a Victor, but I’m wrong. There’s a lot of gray in between.
Success is a careful dance of listening and taking the bull by the horns and acting. There is a constant need to be willing to learn and supplant personal perspectives with new ideas. It requires flexibility in thinking. I find myself sitting here smiling as I think of Deb 🐝 Helfrich‘s and Ali 🐝 Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee‘s posts—two of the most flexible minds I have had the pleasure to experience on beBee.
There is a psychology to Success. I’m smiling again. A jump-up-and-down, screaming, “Yes” post was Juan Imaz‘s:https://www.bebee.com/producer/@juan-imaz/the-importance-of-flexibility-and-empathy-in-business What insight! What a distinct understanding of psychology in business!
Cream floats to the top. Those that are too rigid in their beliefs will never see the top, or…
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I tripped across this email lodged in a 2008 file. I was an Obama supporter. The email pretty much speaks for itself. I’m going to go a bit Jim Murray -esk here. I do not generally do politics. I relegate it to parlor talk. Politics generates too much passion. But I get involved on a meager level… Continue reading Trump = Obama?
Era un chico latchkey. Para aquellos de ustedes que no saben lo que es esto, es un niño que tiene una llave para entrar en una casa cuando los padres están trabajando. Nadie está allí cuando llegan a casa de la escuela. Arthur era un niño dulce. Quería reunirlo y apretarlo hasta la muerte. Tenía… Continue reading Pestillo-llave Ninos