My house was neat enough if you didn’t look too closely. You could walk into it without falling over a pile of dirty clothing and our dogs and cats were (usually) housebroken. I couldn’t say the same for my own… Read More ›
Mother and motherhood
TRULY MY MOTHER
My mother was not a “regular” mom. This confused me a lot while I was growing up. Other mothers made cookies, kissed boo-boos. Hung out with other mothers in the summertime. Swapped recipes. Watched soap operas. My mother didn’t bake… Read More ›
A MOTHER’S WALTZ
Leslie Martel and Marilyn Armstrong MOTHER’S DAY – SUNDAY MAY 14, 2023 FROM swo8 (Leslie Martel): This weekend will be Mother’s Day. To commemorate it, we have created a photographic montage of families together. It includes eight generations of my family and three of Marilyn… Read More ›
CHILDREN ARE STARVING
When I was a kid, we weren’t allowed to throw food away. If we weren’t hungry, we had to eat it anyway. If we hated those mashed potatoes? We had to eat them because somewhere, children were starving. By the… Read More ›
MY BITTER ROOTS
I am named after an aunt I never met. In my version of Jewish family, you don’t name babies after living people. Only after those who have passed. This is not true in all Jewish families. It depends on where… Read More ›
MY BITTER ROOTS
I am named after an aunt I never met. In my style of Jewish family, you don’t name babies after living people. Only after those who have passed. This is not true in all Jewish families. It depends on where… Read More ›
WOMEN ALSO HAVE A RIGHT TO LIFE
Fandango’s Provocative Question #135: Abortion again There is absolutely no way I can even talk about this as if it doesn’t personally concern me, even though I’m at least 30 years past my time for worrying about pregnancy. I still remember… Read More ›
BITTER ROOTS
I am named after an aunt I never met. In my style of Jewish family, you don’t name babies after living people. Only after those who have passed. This is not true in all Jewish families. It depends on where… Read More ›
THE CYNIC WAS RIGHT
My mother was not a regular kind of mom. This confused me a lot while I was growing up. Other mothers made cookies, kissed boo-boos. Hung out with the other mothers in summertime. Swapped recipes. Watched soap operas. My mother didn’t bake… Read More ›
FLAG DAY: TO MOM ON HER 104th BIRTHDAY
Today is “Flag Day,” but here, it is much more. It’s my Mom’s birthday. Esther Letticia Holder Armstrong left us 14 years ago. But for me and my family, she’s very much alive in spirit and 104 years young. They… Read More ›
A PHOTO A WEEK CHALLENGE: MOMS
A Photo a Week Challenge: Mothers My mother, myself, and Garry’s mother. All of us young with life stretching ahead of us. Let this be a happy Mother’s day for everyone — mothers and the children of mothers world round.
BITTER ROOTS
I am named after an aunt I never met. In my version of Jewish family, you don’t name babies after living people. Only after those who have passed. This is not true in all Jewish families. It depends on where… Read More ›
SERENDIPITY - SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 