Tag Archives: Racism

FMM 11 22 19 Acknowledging

“’We, The People’ is more than a statement of purpose. It is an acknowledgement of an obligation to each other.” ~ Charlie Pierce. There are many traditions that have been lost in this technological, smart phone driven era.  My family was fortunate to be blessed with many aunts, all of whom were very good about […]

FMM 8 2 19 Self-inflicted pain

“Life isn’t as serious as the mind makes it out to be.” ~ Ekhart Tolle.  One of the hardest lessons to learn, or at least to put into practice, is the art of living in the present.  I can remember, even as a child, trying to prepare for new events by seeing them in my […]

FMM 11 9 18 Who let the dogs out?

“The only thing I know that truly heals people is unconditional love.” ~ Elisabeth Kubler-Ross. Until my family moved to Jamaica, we did not have pets.  Although, come to think of it, somehow I ended up being the guardian of a group of water snails. They were entrusted to my care by my teacher, and then, […]

8 31 18 I’m with Them

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress.” ~ Frederick Douglass. Music formed the backdrop to my formative years.  In a little Jamaican town where the Saturday open air market was our mall, and the only place we got dressed up to go was church, we milked every ounce of pleasure out of music.  […]

FMM 8 24 18 New World Order

“Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change.”~ Stephen Hawking. I never forget the first time I heard the saying that the definition of insanity is doing things the same way and expecting to get different results.  I was in one of those continuing education classes, trying to get my hours at the last minute […]

FMM Postponed 5 25 18 Teach the Children Well

“As we express our gratitude we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” ~ John F. Kennedy. Children can be cruel.  Before we learn to be kind and thoughtful, we often say the first thing we think.  There are many ‘viral videos’ that are evidence […]

FMM 5 18 18 Angels on my Shoulder

“And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?”~ Khalil Gibran. One hundred and thirty years ago today, my paternal grandmother was born in Argentina.  She was born to a family of immigrants, Welsh settlers who had set […]