This is personal for me. Also religious. The Quaker Meeting I attend is in the country between Burlington & Pittsboro NC. Those cities and my home town, Durham, is served by the contaminated Haw river. And I lived/worked in Fayetteville (near Fort Bragg) for more than a decade, where the Haw (called there the Cape … Continue reading Drowning In Our Own Dirty Water
One day, deep in the pit of my midlife angst, I saw a job notice on a bulletin board at the Merrifield postal facility. It was for a part-time EEO Investigator. It was 1990, and for five years I had been moving mail in this enormous mail processing center in the DC Virginia suburbs. I … Continue reading Going Postal
Just about every day, Facebook pops up on my personal page a post & photo from this date some year in the past, as a memory. The other day, a photo came up on FB of me, taking nap recliner, while mischievous granddaughter, seven, piling stuffed animals and stuff on my torso to see how … Continue reading Coping with General PTSD
I knew it would happen, and knew I wouldn’t like it, but I did it anyway. The third “it” above was start a Facebook group called “Quakers,” about a month ago, after a previous one abruptly folded up: some internal hassle among the admins had spun out of control. I wasn’t involved in the hassling, … Continue reading Biting the Bullet: Truth and Consequences
In other news, besides the pandemic, insurrection, the economic crash, climate degradation, systemic racism and a few other “challenges,” did you stop to think this week about how most of the USA and much of the rest of the world could be destroyed with not much more than 15 minutes warning? Me neither. Except that … Continue reading Patrick O’Neill Just Went to Jail. Again. “By the Grace of God,” he says.