A writer died

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 →

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Abuso Infantil: Un Paseo por la Memoria

  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 →

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Child Abuse Again

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... Continue Reading →

Toes

Toes. Whoda thought? Toes can be dangerous. Toes have toenails, and mine are particularly and voraciously strong. As my hands have become more crippled with MS, I have, and will always, fight with my toes. Whodawhoda thought? My cousin pampered me with a visit to a nail salon which included toe care—a pedicure to be... Continue Reading →

No Justice for the Poor

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 →

Éxito

  ¿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 →

Minucia

Hago lo mejor que puedo con el traductor. Los enlaces están en inglés. Minutia Es verano, y vivir es fácil. En el camino a los comunes, la gente se ha desplegado del frío. Son amables y hellos son próximos. No es que se detengan a hablar con un extraño, un saludo rápido basta. El agua... Continue Reading →

There was an Old Woman Named Sarah

I remember Sarah. I find it hard to stay in the now with my writing. Now is weaving down the hall like a drunk—plunking away at the keyboard with two fingers. But I remember Sarah. She was my best friend’s mother. At 84, and living in assisted living, she was a bright spot in my... Continue Reading →

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