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9/11 Anniversary

September 11, 2024

It’s the 23rd anniversary of 9/11, a date that always fills me (a then resident of downtown New York City) with great sadness for all that was lost, and all those who were lost—some on the day itself, some in the years after.

It also brings back pride in New York City; pride in its grit and resilience, and (though some would deny it), its immense fellow-feeling.

But it also fills me with a sense of obligation, which is what I want to write about today.

One of my children was a few short blocks from the World Trade Center on 9/11. I remember vividly run-walking through the streets and the West Side Highway to get to her, then running back up those streets when the police told us that her school had already been evacuated but with no clear destination.

I remember the dark cornices of the buildings at the side of my vision, the beautiful blue sky overhead—how I swore inside that if only she were okay—this was an oath taken to God—that if only she were okay, I would never complain of anything again, that I would greet the rest of my life with gratitude.

And we did find her. I won’t go into the aftermath here, the wonderful relief at holding her and her sister too (who’d been at a safer location), the terrible grimness as the losses became clearer and stretched out.

But what struck me today, along with sadness for all those taken too soon, was my consciousness that I’ve really not kept up my side of my bargain. That is, that I did begin again to complain again almost immediately; that, at times, I have sometimes lost sight of gratitude.

So, on this day once again, I vow once again to try to stop the complaints! To recognize the extraordinary gift of ongoing time, the blessing of time—time with one’s family, time with other people, time with the sun and the moon and this beautiful planet.

And with that, I extend my great gratitude to those who risked (and still risk) their lives, who gave (and still give) their lives, so that others can have this great gift of ongoing time. I hope we can make good use of it.

“There’s something I just don’t like (about her)”–the Dilemma of Unconscious Misogyny

September 10, 2024

The presidential debate between Kamala Harris and Donald Trump is tonight.

Although I am completely convinced that Kamala Harris is articulate, smart, forceful and engaging, and that Donald Trump is untruthful and incoherent, I find myself very nervous.

My concern arises in part because the stakes are so high.

But I am also worried that the debate is rigged—not in the crazy ways that Trump brings up—not in any concrete way.

What concerns me are the difficulties faced by any strong woman..

What concerns me is the conscious and unconscious misogyny that dog any woman claiming a traditionally male position.

There are people who openly can’t stomach women in power. I don’t talk about those people.

I talk about the many (some of whom even promote women in their daily lives)—-who are (unconsciously) uncomfortable with a woman’s voice—if that woman is speaking about matters of conflict.

Who find something wrong with a woman’s appearance—if that woman is asserting herself.

Who find her hands too manicured —what is she doing wasting time on her hands? Or too rough—what’s wrong with her hands?

Who find her hair too fixed or too— Well, forget that one. No one is going to be able to say that Kamala Harris spends more time on her hair than Donald Trump.

There are people who even have a hard time reconciling Kamala Harris’s sweetness and good humor with the ability to be commander-in-chief. Again, this seems to me to be an unconscious bias against her femininity. Biden could be incredibly sweet to a child with a stutter; he’d elicit deserve accolades. And it would not detract from his presentation as a national defender; ditto Obama.

But even the kindness of a woman, and a jubilant sense of humor, can be treated as a mark against her. (Of course, God forbid the woman should be sharp, or not have an unfailing sense of humor!)

You get my point. It’s so obvious, but still so present.

There are simply many people who find the idea of a powerful woman great in principal, but who are uncomfortable with the specifics of any actual woman. There’s just something that doesn’t sit well with them; something that they just can’t put their finger on.

I don’t know what I’m asking for here. Maybe that we all just do what we can to combat this unconscious bias. That we point it out. That we try to send out a mental wave against it, that, we emit, to the best of our abilities, a positive buzz. That we pay attention.

Because we need people not only to support Kamala Harris, but to be genuinely enthusiastic. (I am.)

Thanks.

(Finally, please note that when I say negative things about Donald Trump, I don’t mean to attack his supporters. They are not Donald Trump; I’m sorry the GOP has let them down.)

Arlington

September 8, 2024

I post the picture above because it is a picture made by my mother, whose ashes are now buried, with my father’s, in Arlington National Cemetery.

It feels late to make this post; days have gone by since Trump’s crass and illegal campaign stunt in Arlington.

But it is hard to get Trump’s stunt out of my mind. Perhaps because both of my parents are at Arlington.

And when I think of Arlington, I cannot help but think of the immense pride they took during their lifetimes in the fact that my father’s long military service (active duty in two wars) qualified them for burial there.

And when I think of Arlington, I also cannot help but think of how beautiful my parents’ actual funeral services were; how kind and caring the Arlington Staff is, how unfailingly they honor the veterans buried there, and their families.

Maybe the quality of the place is hard to grasp if you do not have family there. I grew up in DC and visited Arlington several times as a child, and yes, I felt moved by the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and, especially, by JFK’s eternal flame. And I remember, even as a child, of how serious Arlington felt, how sobering, how impressive.

But the day my father’s ashes were buried there, with caisson and honor guard, I developed a very different understanding of Arlington. Suddenly, all those headstones were people. And the love and devotion, sacrifice and loss, of those people became very real. And the dignity and beauty and quiet of the place with so very many of those headstones in its expanses of that deep green grass, filled me (and fills me always) with grief, and awe, and gravity.

So, I forgive those who are not as outraged by Trump’s conduct as I am. Perhaps they just don’t know what Arlington is like; perhaps it is hard for them to realize how terrible that thumbs-up photo feels.

But anyone who wants to be commander-in-chief should know. They should understand what Arlington means. They should not let their campaign use phrases like “hollowed [sic] grounds.” Any person who acts in that way should not be in control over the fates of soldiers, and their families.

Please don’t give him that control.

I Know It Seems Early… (Re Election)

August 27, 2024

Dear All,

I know it still feels early. But it’s also not early.

Especially since there will likely be many efforts to make voting difficult, especially in battleground states, and especially for people who look as if they may be voting for the Democratic ticket.

So, make sure you are registered. Help others get registered. Get to where you need to be whether traveling by car, duck, or little spotted dog!

Don’t be overconfident, but also don’t love hope!

As Kamala and Tim say, when we fight, we win! Nothing can happen without you!

What Next? What to do?

July 2, 2024

You’ve likely heard the Chinese curse: “may you live in interesting times.”

We are certainly living in such times. Current events are difficult to even look at–I often find myself putting my hands up over my eyes.

So much is negative—the Supreme Court seems not to care about the constitution, much less the planet.

We have long seen a GOP that is afraid to challenge their incumbent, that bows down to a craven and dishonest narcissist.

But now we see a Democratic party seemingly also afraid to challenge their incumbent. I don’t see Biden as craven. He is infinitely preferable to Trump.

But in the last few months, he has aged dramatically. The presidency will do that to presidents who take it seriously.

And here’s where Biden, albeit a good man who has done a good job under really difficult circumstances, falls to narcissism and, even to a level of dishonesty–not lying like Trump–but a lack of awareness.

What can we do? I don’t know. But I feel like it’s important to do something. So, I have written the White House, written and called my Democratic senators, written the Biden campaign (replying to the donation emails they send me endlessly).  I have urged him to step aside, to let someone else take up the torch.

You can email the White House at https://www.whitehouse.gov/contact/. You can only call from 11AM to 3PM on Tuesdays through Thursdays at the White House comment line. Here is the number of that White House comment line: 202-456-1111.

Please try.

Thanks.

Papageno With Snail

May 18, 2024

Have a good weekend! (Slow down!)

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Hurry, Stop

May 9, 2024

Hurry, Stop

There is this voice in me that says, hurry.
There is this voice in me that says, stop.

How can a single voice say hurry and stop, both
at the same time?

It makes me think of the dogs who, as I walk them,
rush to a crevice between rock and earth,
some darkness where they
suspect life lurks.

There, they stand, sniff,
bend, pant, wag,
leg-locked bustles of stillness,
that won’t budge at the tug
of leash.

That voice in that crevice of me
asks me to show the same sense, I think,
the same dumb brilliance,
of a dog—hurry, stop–
to forget about leashes.

But then there’s another part of me.
This a part that sits quietly, maybe on a rock
in some corner of the skull.
It simply watches, wonders,
what will I do, it asks.  What
will happen next?

 

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Here’s another little poem.  The picture is the detail of an illustration from one of my children’s books called, ABC Goat.  (It doesn’t really fit the poem, but I like the dog!) 

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Returning (in Springtime)

May 8, 2024

Returning (In Springtime) 



We went away for four days

and the leaves came.

How was it? We leave and, then, 

the leaves,

their tips unscrolling
from
 their toeholds,
their tips toeing their limbs.

Not like our tires, whose roll is so determined

to make time,

but like little children sneaking
into the unseen,

until, suddenly, they are ready to be seen.

Yellow green.

We come back and they smile at us,

smug in the sun.

Don’t be so unhappy, they say, 

don’t think of yourself as tired,
don’t think of what 
you’ve missed,
what’s lost.

Don’t think at all.
Just look.


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Poem for spring in the mountains. Pic’s imperfect, but it’s raining today! Have a good one!

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Spring!

May 1, 2024

Blossoms!

Hello! (Again)

April 30, 2024

Hello! I have been long absent! This is partly because of other work, but also because a kind of cloud that descended over me in approximately 2016; the date of Trump’s first election. This is not a political post! I mention politics by way of explanation—that election kind of soured me on blogging and it’s really been hard to pick it up consistently since.

In any case, 2016 was a long time ago, and I’m going to see if I can overcome the cloud!

And one experience that has sometimes brought the sun for me has been a series of online drawing classes I have taken with Peter Hristoff, an artist at School of Visual Arts.

The classes, called Inventory Drawing, or Fearless Drawing, involve very fast (one minute) sketches often of an absolutely wonderful crew of models who work with Peter. The idea is to push you out of your hesitation, your procrastination, your reluctance to commit. This is certainly helped by Peter Hristoff’s really masterful encouragement.

In any case, here are some of my sketches from a recent class. The underlying figure is the quick sketch. I have added color since the class.

I post them because the act of making the drawings is always so helpful for me. I’m not sure if viewing them has a good effect! I have a feeling that the making is an important part of the trick–but hopefully, seeing my awkward efforts will encourage you to try some yourself. (I’m sorry that you may not have the great models!)

In any case, all the best!

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