A beBee Celebration

'This Side of Life'

A beBee CelebrationToo 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

Large onion

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

½…

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A beBee Celebration

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Survivors VS Victims

'This Side of Life'

Survivors VS Victims

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 had thrown me into my bed. I felt beaten.

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My speaking engagement to UMass students–Kappa Delta Phi NAS, Kappa Upsilon Chapter Sorority sisters—still has me reeling.  I spoke about sexual assault and rape. After five decades of experience, I found myself challenged—revictimized yet again. As I tried to decimate my experience with the system, there were those in the audience who countered the…

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