We shall overcome… someday

If my grandfather’s family hadn’t fled antisemitism in Europe in the early 19th century and built a new life in the United States, I wouldn’t be here now. This new country promised freedom from oppression and equal opportunity for all. Even then, it was a promise that could not be…

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Cynical

This could be seen as the sequel to my previous post (The Loss of Innocence). However, be forewarned that it shows a more cynical, less understanding side of my nature. There are aspects of human behavior that I cannot – or will not – understand or condone. I’ve always seen…

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The Loss of Innocence

We learn the story as children: how Adam and Eve ate of the fruit of knowledge and became afraid. They lost the Garden, where all life was perfect, and there was no pain in the world. A stronger metaphor for the loss of innocence in our lives can hardly be…

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Critical

I’ve been putting off writing a blog post for several weeks now. One reason is that I’ve been having trouble finding the right balance between the sensitive, empathetic side of me and my rational, critical nature. That balance is necessary in order to connect to a theme and, at the…

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The Past

Recently, I received (by way of my sister) many treasures and mementos that flooded me with memories of the past. The camera that my mother used from the early 50’s up until the day she couldn’t get parts for it anymore. Baby photos I’d never seen before. Baby photos taken…

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Love and Detachment

I watched as the hawk tore at the flesh of the young hare. The evening before, the young ones had emerged from the tall grass to play tag with their parents in the open field. Now, the two adult hares watched the hawk from the edge of the tall grass.…

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The Threat

This time it came too close to home. My son and daughter-in-law live close to Manchester and he, being a concert rigger, often works in the Arena. Fortunately, he wasn’t there last night. But he could have been. My horror of the hate and violence that has washed over us…

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May 8th, 2017

Remnants of dreams Clinging to the insides of my eyes and on my tongue The air laden with moisture A curious jay peers inside Under a steel-gray sky It’s snowing in California Mother’s Day snow they say In France Voices of reason Cheer themselves hoarse The bigot lost And we’ve…

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Anger and Forbearance

There are certain topics that can send me into a rant. Like nationalism or the Dutch school system. Things that oppose values I hold deeply. One of these popped up recently: the current trend of dishonesty in bird and wildlife photography. Once again, there have been disclosures about game farms…

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