journalism, NonFiction, politics, Psychology, writing

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 No Justice for the Poor

History, journalism, NonFiction, politics, Psychology

Trump = Obama?

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?

NonFiction, North Shore Childrens Hospital, politics, Psychology

Deception

'This Side of Life'

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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 interview I taped on 9/28/1992. I listened as life occasionally interrupted the conversation I had with Judy. My sons came in and out of my room, and my beloved dogs barked. Judy choked back tears as she told me her story—a horrific one in my eyes. An eleven-year-old girl fearing for her life as she was sexually assaulted; her young brother hunkering down with her in what they called their fort in the attic telling tales of assault, too. Her mother, addicted to prescription drugs by the offending doctor, proclaiming to the doctor that he…

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Chronic Illness, Horror, journalism, Medical, Multiple Sclerosis, NonFiction, Psychology, writing

Trauma Institucional: Holocausto de las Américas

  Llamaremos a nuestra protagonista Rosa. Pero Rosa no es ficticia, es una persona real. Rosa estaba descansando en su casa, viendo la televisión, y esperando la oportunidad de llegar a su médico para obtener una referencia para conseguir una cama en un buen hospital. Ella tenía una cama sólo si su médico respondió. Rosa… Continue reading Trauma Institucional: Holocausto de las Américas

Chronic Illness, NonFiction, Psychology, writing

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 There was an Old Woman Named Sarah

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The Saga of the Damned Tree

  Iron Tree Service is a local company, tasked with providing service throughout the area—that’s the east coast of Massachusetts. They came to my rescue as a result of the circumstances outlined in my story, Adieu, Dear Tree. My neighbors were up in arms over Mother Nature’s felling of one trunk, which littered their yards with huge portions of… Continue reading The Saga of the Damned Tree