Saturday, May 30, 2026

Margaret Sanger

 Margaret Sanger

Margaret Sanger

was a nurse and a birth control advocate

walking the crowded tenement streets
of Manhattan’s Lower East Side,

where poor women, already burdened by hunger,
worked swollen with pregnancy after pregnancy,

and when abortion was beyond their reach,
they faced desperate choices in shadowed rooms.

Contraception, once legal in the nineteenth century,
had nearly vanished from public life by the early twentieth.

Many women sought out illegal abortion providers,
slipping through back alleys and unmarked doors.

Others, with nowhere left to turn,
attempted to end pregnancies themselves,

risking infection, hemorrhage, and death.

Margaret knew these stories intimately.

The daughter of a stonemason,
she was the sixth of eleven children,

raised in a household crowded with voices,
where the strain of endless childbearing was impossible to ignore.

She began to argue that family limitation
was more than a private choice—

it was a path to freedom,

a way for working-class women
to loosen the crushing grip of poverty,

to reclaim their bodies, their wages, their futures.

She championed contraception
and founded the American Birth Control League,

the organization that would later become Planned Parenthood.

In March 1914, after one of her patients died
from complications of an illegal abortion,

Sanger launched The Woman Rebel.

Its pages crackled with defiance,

challenging laws and customs
that kept women uninformed and powerless.

The monthly newsletter brought the phrase
“birth control” into public conversation,

but controversy followed close behind.

Three issues were banned.

In August 1914, federal authorities indicted her
for violating postal obscenity laws.

Rather than surrender,

she boarded a ship bound for England,

leaving New York Harbor behind in a veil of fog.

Before departing, however,

she instructed friends to distribute
one hundred thousand copies of Family Limitation

a slender sixteen-page pamphlet

containing plainspoken instructions
for preventing pregnancy.

The pamphlet spread from hand to hand,

through factories, kitchens, and crowded apartments,

carrying information many women
had never been allowed to receive.

For decades, Sanger devoted her life
to educating women about birth control,

arguing that access to contraception
was a matter of medicine, public health, and human dignity.

She lived long enough to witness a turning point.

In 1965, the Supreme Court’s decision in Griswold v. Connecticut
made birth control legal for married couples.

A year later, at the age of eighty-six,

Margaret Sanger died,

having spent a lifetime pushing open a door

that generations of women would walk through.

 

Friday, May 29, 2026

Writing A New Book

 Writing a New Book

The process can feel like a rewrite—
a better-edited version of the past.
But who would read it?

Time is precious and fleeting, especially lately.
They say memory is unreliable.
How many people will forget these last several years?

Some say to start with an outline.
Others say to write immediately, while it’s fresh, while the anger still burns.
And over the years, I have been very angry.

But now it is late spring, and I have a remarkable story to tell—one filled with strange adventures and unforgettable characters: Katya M. Cartouche, a black cat; Tiki, an eight-foot wooden yet mobile Indonesian tiki; Gina, beautiful and innocent despite adulthood; and Anthony—the Roman with the hooded beak—from Naples. There is also a dead ex-husband and a time machine.

Tony used to tell Gina that no one is truly good.
He said it often.

What he meant was that no one is entirely bad, and no one is entirely good.
People are complicated, unpredictable creatures.

For Gina, letting go of the safety net felt like jumping from a perfectly reliable airplane. The first step was the hardest. After that, she simply had to trust that the parachute strapped to her back would open and carry her safely down.

It did.

And the book clamoring to be written could become a bestseller in some universe willing to accept the truth as Katya and Gina understand it.

Right now, though, they are knee-deep in the swamp, while the ticks cling on for dear life.

And soon, all the masks will come off.

 

Thursday, May 28, 2026

How Many Apps do you have on your Phone?

 How Many Apps Do you Have On Your Phone?

 

I don’t know

I’d have to count

funny 

like one of my apps professes to be a botanist in my pocket.

I love how simple things can cure all my plant woes

but please step out of my pocket

people will talk

and I’m still trying to live down my misspent youth.

Okay, so I’m counting now—

There are twenty-four per page

times eight plus 3= 195!

Do I use all of them?

I have Parking apps (because most meters don’t take money- small change, what’s that? Pennies are gone, guess what’s next?)

Shopping apps

Banking apps

Weather apps

Utility apps

Hiking apps

Health apps

Airline apps

Games, I have game apps for long flights, waiting rooms, etc. 

Photo apps- I have backups for my backups. 

Mail apps—email spam should be outlawed

Music apps

I even have a Jetpack for my WordPress app.

I have a sleep app that I’ve never used. 

I have a Gym app, also hardly used. (Just do the workout)

National Park app

State Park app

I have Audible

WhatsApp

Open Table ( Anyone need a reservation?)

Marking my calendar app now

Seriously, and you’re wondering why the doctor never looks at you!

So the door doesn’t have to hit me in the ass twice

I’m reserving some time to delete 

and get out of the app trap.

See you next week, maybe.

Geez!

Did I mention the car apps?

 

 

 

Wednesday, May 27, 2026

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

 The Light at the End of the Tunnel

 

Can you see the light?

I think I can.

After four months of inactivity

I am slowly coming back to myself.

Surgery was a cakewalk

Yes, I was asleep for the duration.

But real healing takes time.

My body must accept the new ball and joint,

reattach and mean it

because I plan to put it to the test.

My surgeon, Dr. Stone,

yes, that’s his real name,

said stay upright, not really, but you get the gist.

Stay upright, my dear, and all is well, plus you won’t have to keep that appointment we set for next January.

Stay upright like a tin soldier and soldier on like the Mailman who delivers the mail in all kinds of weather, or the thief who steals from you and then goes on TV to brag about it.

Stay upright, and you never have to see me again.

Now I know what you’re thinking, and I’m thinking it too

How long will it be before she falls?

Well, don’t take that bet yet

because I already did

back in Florida at my favorite beach

and I’m FINE.

I know how to fall, and it was brilliant

Sorry, you missed it

Well, it’s over now, and I survived.

Try to remember that and carry on.

No bets today or tomorrow.

Go back to fighting over politics and the price of oil.

I’ll be here minding the joint.

 

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

Dear Emmeline Pankhurst

 “We are here not because we are law-breakers; we are here in our efforts to become law-makers. I would rather be a rebel than a slave! “ Emmeline Pankhurst was a leading British suffragette who played a militant role in fighting to gain women the right to vote. 


Dear Emmeline, 

You dared to go against the establishment

and not in a trite way,

 but with a rebellious heart that came with discipline and extreme focus.

We salute you because it was unpopular and came at a high price. 

We salute you for dedicating your life to the cause.

We salute you for being unwavering and selfless.

We salute you for being willing to go to jail seven times.

We salute you for convincing Churchill to vote in favor of a women's suffrage bill in 1904. 

We salute you for the motto: ‘Deeds not words.’

Your influence and inspiration stretched across the Atlantic to America, and for that, we salute you. 

Signed,

A New Generation of Rebels



P.S. Red Lipstick Rules!



Monday, May 25, 2026

Today We Pause

 Today We Pause

 

Today, we remember those who laid down their lives for our democracy

our way of life, and Eleanor Roosevelt comes to mind.

She said, “You Must Do The Things That You Think You Cannot Do.”

I’m wearing the shirt with that statement, in my mind, and looking out my window on this rainy morning, thinking about how the garden was a huge sacrifice

Much of my youth was spent pulling weeds, back-breaking work with little yield and much cost.

Now I appreciate the wildflowers fending for themselves with their steely determination.

The way they endure, while vicious and self-serving predators

concerned only with enriching themselves,

bark at and devour what they conceive as low-hanging fruit.

Anyone or anything that refuses to bend to their will.

Lives that mean nothing to them or their cronies.

Lives that sacrificed everything for liberty, GOD, and country

Honorable men and women who served

so that they could climb the ladder of success without so much as a turn of the head or a thank-you. The craven who claims his own orbit.

As if they deserved it. And we didn’t. 

Predators who trample the garden amidst those who continue to tend it, as if all that destruction never happened. The sustaining survivors, rebuilding, sacrificing, sowing hope from tiny seeds. So that we may bring a measure of joy to those who cannot.  The ones who paid and continue to pay, slaving and bowing, and hoping for reason, justice, and sanity. 

 

Sunday, May 24, 2026

Retaking A Cognitive Test

 Retaking A Cognitive Test

is not  typical

This test is not about IQ

It’s MoCA, baby. Google it. 

Bragging about it is dumb and concerning. 

Can you draw a clock?

Make the time at ten past eleven

Determine the correct sequence of five numbers and letters starting with A and 1.

Draw a cube  

It’s not about how artistic you are. 

Identify the camel, rhino, and lion

Name the three objects

Remember the words: face, velvet, church, red, and daisy? We will ask you again in five minutes

Count back from 100 in denominations of seven

Say 742 backwards

Can you repeat three sentences after me in varying lengths?

Do you know where you are:

what city, the date, the time, or are you mildly impaired? What was your score? Do you remember? 

 

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