26 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
06 Mar 2012 1 Comment
When I was 11 years old, in 1972, I was fortunate enough to walk for Women’s Civil Rights with my mother. She raised me as a single parent. It’s no wonder I’m so independent and outspoken. On Saturday, April 28th, 2012, there is a march for Women’s Rights in Las Vegas, I will be there. My husband will be there too.
For those of you who not only believe a woman has a right to choose, but also believe a woman has a right to speak her mind, vote, work, wear whatever she chooses, walk unmolested anywhere, say “no” when you’re not in the mood, not be beaten because women are no longer chattel, I implore you to join me. Stand up for your rights, not just as a woman, but also as a human being that deserves the same respect anyone else does.
25 Jan 2012 2 Comments
I challenge you to read this and NOT have the will to pass it on to your 20+
No one has been able to explain to me why young men and women serve in the U.S. Military for 20 years, risking their lives protecting freedom, and only get 50% of their pay. While Politicians hold their political positions in the safe confines of the capital, protected by these same men and women, and receive full pay retirement after serving one term. It just does not make any sense.
If each person that receives this will forward it on to 20 people, in three days, most people in The United States of America will have the message.. This is one proposal that really should be passed around.
Proposed 28th Amendment to the United States Constitution: “Congress shall make no law that applies to the citizens of the United States that does not apply equally to the Senators and/or Representatives; and, Congress shall make no law that applies to the Senators and/or Representatives that does not apply equally to the citizens of the United States .”
20 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
So here I was, having a wonderful time. Being active. Spreading information for our community. I thought our Central Committee was doing so well and then … the most active member of the Central Committee, the Treasurer, resigned.
The back story on that is one of office politics and I think maybe a little jealousy. Regardless, the Central Committee has not changed. It keeps us stagnant. Without my activism, my husband’s, the Treasurer, his wife and a very few others, we wouldn’t even have voter registration forms for the Caucus on Saturday.
The Treasurer and his wife built the float for the Harvest Parade, they decorated for every event. Organized a holiday pot luck. Decorated for the New Year’s Eve Party.Coordinated a luncheon event for one of our very favorite activists. By the way, could someone please tell me how a Republican managed to get into a Democratic event and not only announce themselves for candidacy, but also announce their support for Ron Paul?
Our former Secretary received a plaque tonight for her service, which included all the names and titles of the Central Committee, less one …. The Treasurer. Talk about adding insult to injury. How very petty.
Tonight my husband stood up and said something. Even though the committee itself had deliberately left announcements and public comment off the agenda. He stood up for the Treasurer and then I did too. I think we both said what needed to be said. I left and then so did my husband.
It’s time to Organize outside the local party. We’re Democratic Party members and we’re Progressives. We need Progressive Democratic Party members who aren’t afraid to practice Honesty, Integrity, and Accountability … Principles before Personalities …
30 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
21 Oct 2011 2 Comments
Courtesy of Cles …
18 Sep 2011 3 Comments
Released for the following Townboard meeting, item Agenda number 10 this time, was an action item to remove all reference to political ideology at all. To replace it with rules of conduct for the Mission Statement.
I heard a rumor that was later confirmed, by one of our Townboard members, there had been a lot of complaints to the members themselves about Item Agenda number 11 from the meeting previous to the one I attended this last Tuesday, September 13. 2011.
There were four of us all told. We came prepared with written statements. We read our statements out loud, during community comment, on the Agenda Item. My husband Robert went first, then Deby, then I followed, followed by Cles. It was broadcast on local television.
Somehow, the last time I was there, I’m guessing because I was so furious that something so inane could be taken legitimately, I missed the name calling from the audience. I missed the applause and the appreciation this time too.
I hope the Townboard didn’t miss the sincere appreciation I have for them making a very difficult yet equitable decision, and representing the whole of the community, by remaining non- partisan. I truly believe, this is the best Townboard this Township has ever witnessed. Even though we don’t always agree on certain matters.
I want to thank the community members, whom I have met since then that have greeted me with smiles.
I heard another rumor too. I heard that my husband and I were moving to North Dakota. We’re not moving. We live in Pahrump and we’re proud to be residents of Nevada, come what may.
11 Sep 2011 Leave a Comment
This is Amazing…It is no wonder there are scriptural references to the eagle! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did.
And, no there is no wonder the bald eagle has such a significant symbolism to our country. What hope!
And after 5 months, the Eagle takes its famous flight of rebirth and lives for … 30 more years.
Why is change needed?
Many times in order to survive, we have to start a process of change.
We sometimes need to get rid of old memories, habits and other past traditions.
Only freed from past burdens can we appreciate the present.
… Courtesy of Ellen L.
08 May 2011 1 Comment
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
“Information, please” I said into the
mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough
now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question
“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.
I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.
I said I could.
“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice..
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything.. I asked her for
help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
Information Please,” and told her the sad story.. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, “Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, ” Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, “Information Please.”
“Information,” said in the now familiar voice. “How do I spell fix?”
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I
somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle .. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying,
“Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”
I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any
idea how much you meant to me during that time?”
I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your call meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do”, she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered,
I asked for Sally.
“Are you a friend?” she said.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
” I’m sorry to have to tell you this,”She said. “Sally had been working part time the last few yearsbecause she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”
Before I could hang up, she said, “
Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?” “
Yes.” I answered.
“Well, Sally left a message for you.
She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you.”
The note said,
“Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others..
Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did….
Lifting you on eagle’s wings.
May you find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey… NOT a guided tour.
16 Apr 2011 3 Comments
I was there last night too and I think that the definition of rude would be to allow someone to just die because even though they work two or even three jobs, they cannot afford a monthly premium due to denial of an insurance company, because of a pre-existing condition(s). So yes I’m angry.
I also think a better question to pose, would not be shouldn’t everyone get equal care but that because each person is different shouldn’t they get care to meet their specific needs?
Each and every individual who works, pays into Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid already, so I also disagree with you that there isn’t enough money to cover everyone when all that needs to be done is to raise the cap and everyone will be covered.
Even though I consider you a mortal enemy, because I believe you, would leave me to die, in the street without so much as a second thought, I would not do the same to you were you in that position. I would make sure that you were attended to.
Furthermore, because apparently your bourgeois lifestyle and thinking allows you to throw money at insurance companies and I am more financially responsible, I cannot tolerate the idea of throwing $1500.00 to $5000.00 away every month, on something that will show no return on my investment of such a large amount, except to line the pockets of the CEOs of corporations who do nothing but continue to profit off the sick, the weak and the elderly, while still denying them what they paid for. I guess you’ll get what you paid for in the long run.