Monthly Archives: April 2012

The “N” Word

Yesterday I overheard an African-American teen I know telling an adult about an experience from earlier in the day in which she had been called the “n” word. She is one of the sweetest girls I know and I felt … Continue reading

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The Clouds Hold Joy

When I was a boy, like most boys and girls, I would lie in the grass and stare up at the sky.  I would watch the clouds go by and find shapes in them that related to my world down … Continue reading

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Not Rock Bottom

The first time I ever got drunk was, appropriately enough, on St. Patrick’s Day, 1978.  It was also the day I turned in the paperwork to quit college.  Prior to that time I was a teetotaler.  I knew family history and … Continue reading

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Malice in Dairyland

With today being tax day I was thinking back to the Tea Party Tax Dally rally that was held at the State Capitol in downtown Madison on Saturday.  There were several things that struck me about the rally as I was … Continue reading

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Dan

(published by Life After Hate, 4/21/12) Last week marked the 20th anniversary of the death of my friend, Dan.  I’ve been wanting to write about it, but it is very difficult.  He was one of the first people I met … Continue reading

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Recall Reality

(published by forwardseeking.com, 4/13/12) For progressive-minded people in Wisconsin it has been both a horrible and wonderful year and a half.  Scott Walker unleashed a radical right agenda upon the state before he even took the oath of office as governor, but … Continue reading

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Respect (Self)

When I was a boy I worked for several years for a retired teacher named Etta Kelly.  She had moved into the house across the street from us when I was younger and had developed a friendship with my mother.  She … Continue reading

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