Monday, February 20, 2017

New book for children focuses on manners

Our young antagonist needs to learn a lesson about manners. Wonder if he does?

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I Knew You'd Understand
 

Authored by Donna Ullrich
Designed by Shekinah Shazaam
Illustrated by Jacqulyn Leary
Edition: 1

An adventurous child can't figure out why his behavior leaves him out in the cold when everyone else goes off to a party. Through poetry, bright illustrations and actions all his own, our child figures out behaviors that win him favors and friends. This is a perfect etiquette book for the beginning reader and family.

EXCERPT:
You ask me "please" to clean my room.
But I'm just too tired to lift a broom.
...I knew you'd understand.

My candy, my toys you tell me to share!
Them first, I say. It's only fair.
...I knew you'd understand.

Eat with my mouth closed, you beg!
Hey, slurping and smacking still gets me fed.
...I knew you'd understand.

I know there are times that I shouldn't run and shout.
But it's not my fault this behavior just sneaks out.
...I knew you'd understand.

So, I hurt your feelings with the fun that I was poking.
Geez, don't be so sensitive, I was only joking.
...I knew you'd understand.

Hey! Where's everyone going? Why are they so excited?
Wait! What about me? Why wasn't I invited?
I don't understand!

Don't you wonder if he learned his lesson?
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Publication Date:
Feb 06 2017
ISBN/EAN13:
0692818006 / 9780692818008
Page Count:
58
Binding Type:
US Trade Paper
Trim Size:
8.5" x 8.5"
Language:
English
Color:
Full Color with Bleed
Related Categories:
Juvenile Fiction / Social Issues / Manners & Etiquette
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Sunday, February 5, 2017

Someone called me a sheep



Someone called me a sheep the other day.
Million Women's March, Wash., DC, Jan. 21, 2017

I know who that someone is: A very kind, good guy and childhood classmate. He offered his respect for my intentions yet called me a sheep nonetheless.

I in turn respectfully disagreed. We can do that. Agree to disagree. Bring our differing opinions to the Marketplace of Ideas in this country (although we might want to hurry up ;-), listen to others and refine our own. It’s called protected free speech. (Even the president does it --- just without the respect thing. He doesn’t seem to get the respect thing) --- But of course as I tell my students, you must practice it to perfect it and yes, that means you do have to try it first…but I digress…

According to my friend, I was a just another pink sheep among 5 million worldwide who marched in response to Trump's misogyny. Many, like my friend, confused the day thinking that since women in the U.S. are no longer the property of their husbands, can own property, “earned” the “right” to vote, can pursue an education, are “allowed” to work for 20% less pay than men, and are no longer shunned for being independent…including of a man to stand five paces behind, there isn’t anything else to protest. Just wasted energy from a bunch of second class citizens.

Our president has discounted and degraded women as well as many other people and populations. Saturday wasn't just about women though. Yes, many did march in response to his disreputable (if not criminal) actions and threats against women. However, they also marched in response to his attacks on so many people by gender, race, religion, orientation, ethnicity, and immigrant status. Why? Because Trump’s targets are their family members. What the critics didn’t pay attention to was that these targets and their families and friends were there January 21 worldwide --- men, women, transgender and children.

What the critics didn’t see was the breadth of the other organized protests out there: Social Security, the environment, the Affordable Care Act, education, racism, homophobia, Xenophobia, First Amendment protections, the integrity of the 2016 presidential election, clean water, the Dakota Access Pipeline, housing, and so many more concerns close to those standing tall, peacefully, civilly as is their right. Yes, Trump’s an issue, but what the critics missed were the real issues of We the People that are getting lost in Trump’s demand for attention and power. Issues that even impact them.
 
All of our futures
Sure, many wanted to send a clear message to Trump that women will not stand by and take his verbal or other groping. Nor will they or their family and friends allow him to threaten loved ones or others known or unknown to them whom the U.S. has promised to protect as foreign nationals to our country --- even illegally.  Five million people (across countries, genders and in groups of family and friends --- In my case from a 61-year-old grandmother to a 2-year-old granddaughter and loved ones in between) who clearly stood up to Trump and his hate gang.
No sheep here

These are the people who declared by their action that they won't sit on the sidelines and let others solve their problems for them.

This was a demonstration of power that Trump is going to have to reckon with worldwide.

This is what democracy really looks like in the U.S.

This is our First Amendment in action.

These were not the sheep.

The sheep stayed home and watched FOX. 






Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Open Letter to Senator John McCai



Dear Senator McCain,

I think of you as a man with great integrity, honesty, and with the interest of We the People at the forefront of your actions. I am asking you to seek the support of your congressional colleagues to prevent this administration from setting a dangerous precedent of confirming the many presidential nominees who have yet to meet the requirements to be considered for an appointment.

I am immediately concerned with reports that many of the nominees have not completed their ethics reports or have not properly divested themselves of holdings that may raise conflicts of interest issues as they are required to do under the law.

Please reach across the aisle to seek bipartisan oversight of this situation to ensure that nominees are properly vetted and have met all the requirements before confirmation.

Please do not allow this administration to open the door for these and future appointees to profit personally or to act in the best interests of those to whom they are beholding at the expense of We the People.

My respect for you dates back to your 2000 run for the presidency when many of us learned for the first time about your military service and sacrifice on behalf of We the People. It continued to grow as you worked with Senator Russ Feingold (D-WI) to successfully sponsor the Bipartisan Campaign Reform Act  of 2002. And while I am a tad more liberal on some issues than you, my mind and my heart nearly exploded when you gently assured a woman who expressed her fear of candidate Barack Obama that he “is a good man.”

I believe you are a very good man so I am reaching across political labels to you. I believe there is no time like the present to ask all of our representatives to act on behalf of all of the citizens, and all of the documented and undocumented immigrants (“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” --- Statue of Liberty). Now is the time to act to ensure that everyone in this nation is protected as our Constitution and laws have promised them they would be.

Please help us protect the integrity of the process to ensure that these nominees are confirmed with the best interests of We the People at the forefront of their minds and agendas.

Respectfully,
Donna L. Ullrich
Just one of the brilliant rainbow of We the People from across this nation.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Don't let country end up like my closet


My sad closet
It's a Sad Story

I've been working really hard recently to get my closets in shape. I worked the shoe and accessories closet pretty hard. Sadly, as you can see, it revolted and vomited all over my bedroom floor, which was pretty revolting itself. My cats have been climbing all over the mess (you know how excited cats can be around bodily secretions). I do not want them tracking shoe puke all over my house. Yuck!

Full Disclosure

It's not really shoe puke. It was actually a fashion emergency. I know, pretty shallow. I had to dig through piles of shoes and accessories, yet to be sorted, to get to a bottom rack in search of my lime green Merrill sneakers to go with my lime and khaki green outfit, with black accessories. Sweet. I know you'd agree.

Comment

These are the kinds of things I see, think and write about to distract me from the reality of white supremacists in the West Wing.

The Southern Poverty Law Center has two petitions on its website that I hope you will consider. 

One calling for the president-elect to honor his pledge to serve "ALL AMERICANS." 

Another to send the president-elect the message that Stephen Bannon has no place in the White House as his senior counsel. Bannon is the former editor of Breitbart News, which he, as editor, has called "a cesspool for white supremacist[s]). 

Make sure Bannon isn't the only one who is exercising his right to free speech. Make your voice heard. Sign these petitions now.

Southern Poverty Law Center

Let's make sure our country doesn't look like my closet in four years.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

"Dumb Anger, Dumb Plan"



I can’t take credit for the title. I traveled to it last night in a lovely Chinese novel, “Brothers,” set during the Tiananmen Square upraising. At a time that brought students and workers together to fight for…democracy. The protests around the country are not lost on me, yet, I remember panicked rhetoric after Nixon’s and Bush 43’s elections as well.

I have been searching all week for the words to capture my string of thoughts on the outcome Tuesday.

I went to bed Tuesday night secure in the knowledge that I would awake to the first woman president. My security was shaken by the first email subject line I read Wednesday morning: “This is a very sad day for our country.”

I immediately went in search of election results and was stunned by the amount of red that swept our country. Including my own state, Michigan, which went conservative for the first time since 1988 when President George H.W. Bush was elected. I reasoned thoughtfully:
1.     I must be in an episode of “The Twilight Zone” or for you younger readers “The Black Mirror.”
2.     I have to run this past Snopes. This has to be someone’s idea of a gag.
3.     Should I take the day off from work to mourn? It seemed just and appropriate somehow.

I listened to the week’s coverage of the election and was comforted by the thoughtful reporters and voices of our nation that reminded me that all of Trump’s supporters weren’t the hateful bigots that he is. And saddened by the realization that the same voters with the “dumb plan” to shake things up in Washington had put their Republican incumbents back in office. The very Washington insiders who have done nothing for the voters since they have been too busy blocking this administration for their own personal and political gain. “Dumb Anger, Dumb Plan.”

I was also comforted by at least one reporter on NPR’s Sunday All Things Considered, who acknowledged that while there were many hardworking and sincere reporters out there covering this campaign, the media as a whole didn’t do a very good job (my words) challenging a candidate who actually used a campaign stop to promote his new Washington, DC hotel and the media covered it. (International free advertising is exactly what the news media is apparently about these days --- free advertising and pandering to the base interests of the American people while the international media tries to legitimately cover our news --- much to their own entertainment.)

http://trumplandmovie.com/

Monday night, I had the opportunity to view Michael Moore’s “Trumpland,” with Moore himself at a rally in Flint. In the film, Moore reads an eloquent essay he wrote to the angry blue collar white American man. He readily acknowledges all of the reasons these men and their ethnic fellow Americans have a right to be angry. Yet, he cautions all voters that when one votes in anger there will be consequences to pay long after the moment spent in the voting booth. And those consequences, Moore reminds his audience, affect the whole nation. Getting even through one’s vote is a “dumb plan.” (I note the loss of union power over its membership in this union state with this election. While the unions might endorse Democrats, the workers are seriously conservative on social issues. I think the union members just taught their union leadership a lesson in independent minds and votes.)

I am fearful now for my students, friends, family and neighbors whose religions, cultures, races, disabilities, and gender orientation put them more at risk than ever before. Pundits had predicted that should Trump win, his legacy of hate on the campaign trail would give those, who supported for him because he gave credence to their ignorance, fear and hate, the license to act on their hate towards others unlike themselves. Other pundits predicted that had he lost, those same haters would have reacted violently toward other Americans and immigrants unlike themselves. I fear we may be in a “Catch 22” here. Win or lose, someone is going to get hurt who instead deserves the equal protections under the law that we claim are afforded to all.

I am fearful about our “right to know” as Trump has already prevented the media from reporting on his actions as president-elect. Our media are already in a tenuous place and Trump’s disrespect for the First Amendment and its role in our free and open society is concerning to say the least.

I am worried about human rights issues, the environment, and our Democracy as it becomes ever more vulnerable to capitalism with Trump at the helm and the Koch Brothers and others exercising their free speech rights with piles of cash. We worried about Clinton booking the Lincoln Room for a fee. What’s going to be for sale in DC with Trump as our CEO?

At this moment in time, I am going to choose to take comfort in the belief that the good and decent men and women who hopefully still exist in our Congress, will block Trump’s less lucid maniacal actions and protect the values that those of us were taught by our parents, teachers, family, and friends. You know, things like respect, fairness, honesty, kindness, generosity, equality, and tolerance.

But I will be paying attention and I won’t hesitate to voice my opinion and protest those actions that strike me as unjust.

I can’t help but wonder if our silent majority may have just gotten what it deserves. Stay silent, don’t act, it will all be OK, is a “dumb plan” too.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Musical Interlude: Songs for life


Music seems to attach itself to the different parts and pieces of my life. Songs trigger memories and maybe even preserve those memories for me. The soundtrack, I suppose, to moments in my time. They bring events, people, and emotions alive again for me…even if only in my mind.

There are a couple of songs that have traveled with me over time. Flexing their meaning to the changing path of my life and sticking with me. They remind me of how valuable each turn on the path is.

Kenny Loggins has long been my poet. Long ago he and Jim Messina teamed up to create the song that I have traveled along ever since.

"Watching the River Run" - Loggins and Messina, 1974

 

Although he died in 1981, Harry Chapin is still my storyteller. It's liking getting lost in a good book when he sings his stories. His "All My Life's a Circle" song puts life in perspective "from sunrise to sundown" and through the seasons of life.

"All My Life's a Circle" - Harry Chapin, 1977


 Perhaps they will speak to your life or help you put things in perspective. Enjoy.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

Our Lady of the....


I first saw her on the porch of a neighbor sunning herself.

I didn’t run into her again until that neighbor passed away, her estate settled and her condominium cleaned out. About that time, I opened the dumpster to trash my trash and there she was lying on the heap…with a broken neck.

I wrestled her out of the dumpster. Loaded her into my Jeep and headed for the only artistic urgent care facility I knew of. My artist brother and his artist spouse. There, she received the care and neck support she needed to cement the healing. Since I lived then in an apartment style condo, I had nowhere to put her so she happily settled in their back garden on the edge of some Bay City cornfields.

Our Lady of the Garden.
(We thought about Our Lady of the Cornfield but flashes of a Stephen King novel nixed that idea.)

By 2008 and the economic plummet, the family was relocating to Tennessee for employment and my brother asked if I wanted. I was by then in a new house style condo in East Lansing with a yard. So Our Lady came to call and stayed. She found a perfect place on the edge of a dense woods and took to feeding the critters in the winter and watering others in the summer.

Our Lady of the Woods




Semi-retirement and new adventures took me to a home on a lake toward the middle of the Michigan mitten. We uprooted her from the woods, said goodbye to all of the critters and headed north. There, she settled down by the lake and spurred rumors of a new and deeply religious family on the lake. Instead, she partied with the best of us and kept up her watering duties.

Besides major storms and high winds sweeping down the lake and threatening her stance, life got particularly eventful when she was kidnapped in 2015. At risk of being drowned by my ex led to this mysterious disappearance. It still tickles us that we got away with such capers.

Our Lady of the Lake
You'll find Our Lady of the Lake to the far right by the boat


Last year, this portion of our lives together came full circle as I returned to the original condominiums at which I had met her. Again, I found myself with no place to put her and spent some time trying to find friends with yards who might adopt her and take her on her next journey.

But life had changed a bit at the Parkview Manor in Flint, Michigan (yes, Flint). Many green thumbed neighbors had transformed a barren forgotten backyard into a glorious, lush, colorful oasis for meditation, reading, sunning, and visiting.

And that’s how Our Lady of the Garden found her way home…with me in tow.

It’s all an adventure.