It Never Leaves

I ducked the other day

my arm went up to cover my head

and I went low

when I saw something coming at my head

My breathing turned shallow

fear shot into my brain

telling me to RUN, HIDE

It was only a ball tossed in the air

in fun

and yet in my mind it was a closed fist

forcing its way through the air

to pound my face again

like it did so long ago.

I read today about the children in Gaza

traumatized by the incessant bombing and firing of weapons

They are scared

Their parents cannot console them – they are scared

The children cry when night comes

Sadly, their fear will never go away

For a long time, they will want to RUN

but there will be no place to hide.

A Simple Act

I was working upstairs on my computer

I felt thirsty

I walked down the stairs

Entered the kitchen

Put the clean glass under the handle for ice

then filled the glass with cold water

Fresh, clean, clear water rolled down my throat

Satisfying me

A simple act

that many cannot do

people in my community

Native Americans on some reservations

People in Gaza

People all over the world

Clean, clear water for your body and soul.

Stop this insanity!

Israel bombs shelter

No place to go – no safe place in Gaza.  They left their homes to seek shelter as told – then the Israelis bomb the one place they thought they’d be safe – a UN school converted into a shelter.

No Safe Place

We packed what we could take in bags

and left our home – one more glance back

took in the stove, the table where we all sat for dinner

the pots our little one played with instead of toys

We arrived at the shelter

a gray place with sturdy walls

We were given  a spot to call our own

we placed our bedding together

and joined hands, grateful that we were together

We watched the little one crawl off to get her blanket

when we heard the sound we never wanted to hear

but we’re safe, my mind screamed as the walls broke apart

and the screams ripped through my heart

My last thoughts were of a bloody blanket

and the word, SAFE.


What did I expect?

So, all 100 senators, what were you thinking?  Elizabeth Warren?  Bernie Sanders?  They were heroes in my book until I read this.  I know a resolution is not a bill – not a law, but a tactic used to drum up support and money for whoever drafts it.  This resolution does not mention reaching a peaceful solution – does not mention the suffering of the Palestinian civilians caught in the cross-fire – it simply reaffirms Israel’s claim to the land and support for anything they do to get it.

I wrote to senators of my like causes and told them I cannot support their endeavors any longer.  Stop the emails.  Stop the letters.  No more.  I’m done.


I’m Done.

I’m scrolling Facebook headlines
Friends’ posts
Subscription posts
Things Facebook thinks I need to see
(really? – what fucked up algorithm thinks THAT?)
And I keep seeing slices of photos
Photos I’ve seen in the last week
Of the faces of Palestinian children, bloodied, dying and dead
Wrapped shrouds of women, children and men
Then it’s back to Facebook, 30 Things You Should Do for Yourself
Celebrities with Ugly Spouses
Somebody named Emily wears a light feathery summer dress
Without a lot of accessories perfect for a summer day in LA
The House passes a law that forbids the EPA
To mention the words, climate change.
The Environmental Protection Agency
The East Coast is being bombed with underwater sonic booms
To search for oil
Even though it turns whale and dolphin brains to mush
And then
I see the children again.
To the Grumpy Cat
And the photos of People from Walmart
And Miley Cyrus licks something

I pause and draw my breath
My lungs constrict and I feel boxed in

I need a break and a brake.
See you in a bit.

American Assault on the East Coast Ocean


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bSkerry_RightWhaleCalf Humpback_stellwagen_edit two_whalesI do not own these photos – I found them in a Search for Images.  Owners retain the rights.  You need to see what whales are in the Atlantic Ocean.  In the winter, the coast of Florida is a calving area for newborn whales and their mothers.

Assault on the East Coast

President Obama authorized sonic boom testing on the floor of the Atlantic Ocean from Delaware to Florida this week.  Oil companies are now allowed to produce sonic booms (generated in back of boats) to map the ocean floor for oil exploration on the Atlantic coast.

Sonic booms have been known to disrupt whale and dolphin navigation systems – the booms have actually affected their brains and livers.  The military carried out these tests. We cannot let this go unnoticed.  We pollute the seas and now we are disrupting the very navigational skills that whales and dolphins use to find good and navigate waters for safe places.

The White House, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW, Washington, D.C. 20500  I’ve written – how about you?

Everything Lost


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These photos and eye-witness accounts are difficult to un-see.  Please use caution when viewing.  This link is from the New York Times.

Gaza deaths

Everything Lost

Too tempting to resist

A day at the beach exploring

After being kept indoors by anxious adults

With childhood eagerness, but with a knowledge of danger

always present in his young life, one told his younger brother to stay home.

Running through the sand

sunlight all around,

the cousins laughed.

a distant shack held a promise of adventure

An enemy soldier saw movement at the shack from his high vantage point

He moved the deadly rocket into position, adjusted for the targets and fired

Mohammad, Ismail, Zakariya and Ahed, all under 11 years old, died on the beach

You can see them running in one photo and in another, you see a young boy prone on the beach, his little legs twisted in the sand.

People at the beach ran to them, dragging them away

but all were lost, shrapnel entering their young bodies and ending their lives.

Their relatives screamed and cried.  A nation torn apart recoiled at the horror.

They lost everything for a promise of play at the beach.

In what kind of a world is that okay?



I hide some of my stories

Scary things I’ve tucked away

Truths too brutal, or painful to see the day’s light

At times, they come unbidden

On a sudden cue of feelings, sound, color or smell,

They can still make me feel

Back in the moment

(Crying, fearful, shaking, angry, screaming, lost)

It rips my faltering sense of being on the road to normal

A jagged tear to my soul, that usually covers itself up quickly

To not let the air in again

But like today, it takes a little longer.

And I wait.



120+ Choices – this could take awhile


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It’s not often that I am stopped in my tracks. So when we were trying a new sandwich shop in Athens, I wasn’t expecting any big surprises. I have stopped seeking the sub of my youth – the sub from Pennsylvania with its stringy onions, Italian oil and seasonings, provolone cheese, thinly and freshly sliced meats and that special roll that only sells in that state. And don’t even get me started on finding a Philadelphia cheese steak.  You can find both in Delaware also.
My aha moment was when I went to get my soda – or more directly, my Coke. Having been raised on Cokes, it’s my number one comfort drink. No diet – just the buy-the-world-a-Coke goodness. I know all the arguments against it – but comfort is comfort for a reason.
There stood before me a Coke machine able to present me with 120+ drink choices. One hundred and twenty-plus – I ogled the selections regular and diet, Coke, Sprite, Barq’s, Dr. Pepper, Minute Maid lemonade, Orange Hi-C, Fanta, Dansani (yes, flavored water), Mello Yello, Cherry Limeaid (ugh) and Seagrams sparking seltzer water. All of these had as much as seven further choices – as to Cherry, Grape, Peach, Raspberry, Strawberry and Vanilla.
Suddenly, my plain Coke had choices, Cherry Vanilla, Lime, Orange, Raspberry and Vanilla – whoa. But was it still my comfort food? Cherry coke was one of my favorites – as kids, we had access to a soda fountain in a friend’s house. This was a real stainless steel fountain, where you made your own sodas – and of course, ice cream for those times when you just needed vanilla ice cream in your root beer or coke. I played with menu a bit – realizing I could add a spritz of everything together to make one giant sugar rush mind-blowing experience. But I might have to take a nap after I came down.
Ok, for my coice to go with my (yet another disappointment) sub, I added Vanilla to my Coke and felt quite festive.  I took a giant step.
I guess the point was, do I need all those selections? Is the industry keeping up its “progress” by offering us MORE all the time? Where does it end?
Come to think of it, I didn’t see water listed.


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