Category Archives: Family. And stuff.

Your grandparents don’t want you to vote for Trump

This? Is heartbreaking.

160822-aleppo-0302_f99cf07c0972e0b6131bd2989932a1b0-nbcnews-ux-2880-1000The New York Times had a story this morning about the children of Aleppo, Syria.

To say it’s hard to read is an understatement, but if felt important to share here.

Is this any way to treat a kid?

downloadEvery state has what amounts to debtors’ prisons for children, according to a report from the Juvenile Law Center.

From Youth First Initiative:

One of the most harmful, ineffective and expensive forms of incarceration is the youth prison, the signature feature of nearly every state juvenile justice system. States devote the largest share of their juvenile justice resources to youth prisons at an estimated annual cost of over $5 billion per year. While youth incarceration has dramatically decreased over the past decade, almost all states still rely on these costly institutions and the harmful approach they embody. If youth prisons were closed, tens of millions of dollars could be freed up for community-based, non-residential alternatives to youth incarceration, and other youth-serving programs.

Here are Connecticut’s statutes in regard to juveniles in the legal system.

And thanks, Leftover, for the links.

This? Is shameful.

downloadFrom Truthout:

Military service members on active duty spent $24 million in food stamps at military commissary shops from September 2014 to August 2015, and 45 percent of students in schools run by the military are eligible for free or reduced-price meal programs.

Sickened by the shooting of the NY imam and his assistant?

downloadIf you didn’t know, Maulama Akonjee, 55, and his assistant, Thara Uddin, 64, were shot on Saturday afternoon near their Queens mosque, Al-Furqan Jame Masjid. It was broad daylight. The men were shot in the back of their heads.

While New York police are searching for a suspect, we who wish to see an end to violence (and hate speech) can do something. We can let our local Muslim communities know that we stand with them, and that if need be, we will walk them to their mosques so that they can worship and pray in peace. If you’re on Twitter, the hashtag is #IllWalkWithYou.If you know a mosque in your area, contact them. Most have emails.

Here is a list of Islamic centers in Connecticut.




Two cars, 11 people, 2,925 miles. And we’re still talking.

13718557_10155072539573957_784268504221153410_nWhen my son suggested we all take a road trip out to Iowa to attend my niece’s wedding, I thought he was crazy.

He has seven kids. I like my quiet. Not everyone likes long car rides and I don’t like to be in close quarters with people who don’t.

But flying all of us out from Connecticut was just too expensive, and everyone loves my niece so of course we were going if we had to hitch up mules. So in the wee hours of July 14, we loaded up and took off.

Reader, I dreaded it. I actually lost sleep over it, worried that I’d lose my patience and spoil my pretty-good record with the grandkids of not screaming at any one. I mean, with that many bladders and my son pulling a small trailer for the luggage, we weren’t going to make good time and as it turns out, we spent 12 hours each day in the car.

Reader, I had no occasion to scream. It was the best family vacation I’ve ever had, and I’ve had some great ones. People either slept, or giggled. I looked in the rearview at one point, and the 20-year old had the happiest face ever because he’d discovered that my back seats fold down. “This is a game-changer, my friend,” he said.

On the dance floor at the wedding, one of the grandgirls had the happiest, goofiest look on her face, so for the rest of the trip (and probably her life), I kept imitating it. Think Joker Meets A Bobble Head. Turns out, the two-steppers in the seed barn where the reception was held were more than happy to teach our East Coasters the moves, and the East Coasters were more than happy to teach — well, whatever their dance moves are. I wouldn’t know. I mostly just get out on the dance floor and jump around. I like to think of myself as an ice breaker because what I’m doing out there definitely isn’t dancing. My brother practiced hard so he could dance with his daughter, the bride, and my heart went out to him for trying. As far as dancing goes, we’re all really good singers.

We all then toggled south to the Joplin area to share our moves down there. I kept getting compliments on how well behaved are the grandchildren, so of course I pretended that all credit should go to me, all to me. I spent time with my big brother (that’s us at the rehearsal dinner) both at the wedding, and then down on the farm in Missouri. I got to be reminded how much I love my sister-in-law, my cousins, my Aunt Julie.

Man, I had fun. Man, I’m tired. And broke. And happy.


And — just like that — he’s 32

Scan 2016-6-28 0002This little sandy-haired guy — father of seven, recent law school graduate, hard-headed son of a…oh, wait. Never mind that last part — is turning 32 today. He was a much-loved and much-wanted baby who taught me everything I needed to know about unconditional love. This photo was taken on Maryland’s Eastern Shore, at his father’s family compound (sounds fancier than it was, but it was a nice, peaceful place) when the boy would have been around 1 and a half. We were still living in Kansas, getting ready (though we didn’t know it at the time) to both move to Connecticut and end a marriage, though one event had precisely nothing to do with the other.

I never intended to be a single mother living an entire time zone away from my family, but that’s how things happened and I’d like to publicly thank my son for letting me try out my best mothering moves — unencumbered by family input — on him.

Sam-I-Am, I love you.

Before you wake up tomorrow, we are — all of us — heading to Iowa for a beloved niece’s wedding. (It’s on a farm! In a seed barn, which is so cool for these Connecticut kids.) From there, I’m heading south to Missouri to see family for a few days. I have an Uncle Jerry I need to go out and hug.

Reader, we are driving.

We’ll be a caravan of two cars and 11 people (as of last count) because we’d like to see if we can still be talking to one another after such a venture. As I type this, I’m looking at an outsized cooler, a pregnant suitcase, and a boatload of anxiety about how a group aged almost-58 to 5 can stand one another after being trapped in a car for days, together. It will, at the very least, be interesting.

I’ll step away from the blog until July 25. That means I will be confining my hateful snark to social media during the upcoming Republican National Convention.

Enjoy the silence. Talk to you soon. Go have an adventure.