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My First Blog Post – this time
Random question: Why do all those who live in Arizona and California – where it never rains – use energy guzzling laundry dryers, while we in rainy London and Paris put our clothes on the line to dry in our tiny pied-a-terres? Living as a housewife in Paris for more than ten years – I… Read more
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I JOINED ANTIFA in 2017
“All the news that’s fit to print” or It’s not a conspiracy when it’s just shallow stupidity My whole life I have loved reading Time and Newsweek and The Economist magazines. But I have always noticed that while the articles are always imminently readable, and while they sound very intelligent, when they are about a… Read more
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Terry’s Birth
I first figured out that I was pregnant as a married graduate student at UPenn. I of course called the insurance folks so that I could be a responsible expectant mother and take my vitamins and follow the fetus’ development. But guess what: UPenn’s student health didn’t cover maternity care! Because what women between the… Read more
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An American in Paris – I’m singing in the Rain – (even though the rain mostly only falls in my head). The rain brings verdant productive forests and meadows in there though…and I hope to share them here along with some of my favorite songs like this one: ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=no4B8YWhdFg).
Meditation to ‘raise my aura frequency’ has helped a lot; as has my study of feminist homemaking and child rearing; political psychology and the great American psychosis; entertaining history and all the best stories from Paris’ 2000 year history (https://www.paris-walks.com/index_m.html); and creative socializing with the help of my NAMI courses on dealing with morbid psychology.
After 15 years as directory, I still remain devoted to the orphan school in Nairobi (and at http://www.KawangwareChildrensCenter.org) that I guide. But now I only spend a month a year there…because the infinite need of that country’s 50 million people is wearing me out; particularly in the face of Kenya’s ruling 50 millionaires’ lack of concern – you know who you are.
