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This morning, my beloved husband passed his gastroenterology procedure with flying colors. He is good for another ten years, in theory. We live in a small community, and it took all of fourteen minutes to drive from our home and walk through the lobby doors of our hospital this morning. Our hospital is a modern…
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When in public, in-person, or Zooming, my husband and I practice non-violent engagement. Peaceful withdrawl from an agressive person or group takes practice, practice, practice. When in-person or while visiting on the phone or during a Zoom group with close friends, we can let our guard down a bit, however, it will always be part…
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I say, let every football player tell us what’s on his mind, for MAGAs are sneaky fakers, and if we hand them a microphone and encourage them to speak their minds, everyone will know who they are and no surprise, the racist, misogynist, sexist, anti-semetic, anti-immigrant, pro-corporation, anti-climate, toxic masculine, homophobic, anti-semites we suspected…
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One semester I taught a course on poetry. Each day I handed out copies of the poems we would discuss the next class, and I encouraged my students to mark them up and when we had the discussion the next class day to keep taking notes. There is an Adam and Eve Poem tradition in…
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My husband and I work with several social action groups. We write proposals, we seek justice. We talk to other hard-working people. We get things done. Our friends describe us as doers. Right now the True Crime Writing Community is one of the most important doer groups in your community. It’s easy for some to…
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These mixed-media handmade collage works are from many years ago, and when someone blatantly copies, shames, and tries to get me to react to it, I think of what Oscar Wilde said when he popularized the proverb: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness. Meow… Woof-woof… Peace…
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I usually post this information around fundraising time, but I cannot think of a better time than now to mention this organization. For I cannot think of a more trying time for the military and veteran military members of our community, members who are still processing trauma, the military members who are out there right…
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I was 12 years old when the song “Ohio” hit the radio airwaves, and I cannot help thinking about the history of this song, my personal history as a child growing up in the 70s, my history as a college professor, and the current situation at Universities all over the United States. I am worried…
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Before we went to sleep one night, I warned my new then-boyfriend (now husband) that at some point in our relationship, I would have a massive allergic reaction to something I ate or was exposed to, and I was giving him fair warning just in case he wanted out of the relationship. He did the…
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The other day some asshole yelled at me: “Hey, what’s in the bags?” and this blog post is my response because in general, people who yell stuff at me make me feel afraid. MOST Fridays before Shabbat service begins, my husband and I make an in-kind food donation to David D. Frazier Food Pantry at…
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Mary Louise Penaz 