Human Experimentation, Chapter 2

For my internet friends who met me 3 or 4 years back, you knew me as a sick, crippled, dying, little-old lady. I was still chasing the ‘American Dream,’ promoting and publishing my writing. I actually believed that ‘condition’ existed. But it was just another disease.

The Canaries in the Coal-Mine

Government expert with oxygen mask and bird from Canaries help in mine rescue The Indianapolis News (Indianapolis, Indiana) Saturday 20th January 1912 I’ve often said those of us damaged or killed by the very things we’re told will save us are “canaries in the coal-mine.” meaning and origin of ‘canary in the coal mine’ It was... Continue Reading →

42 U.S. Code § 5106a.

One thing that is never covered is that hospital wards were established back in the early days [70s/80s.]  I think those calling themselves professionals were just as confused as mothers and fathers were.  There were many children in the ward in our area.  It was a 14-bed unit–it was always full with a 2-week turnaround.... Continue Reading →

Trump = Obama?

I tripped across this email lodged in a 2008 file. I was an Obama supporter. The email pretty much speaks for itself. I’m going to go a bit Jim Murray -esk here.  I do not generally do politics.  I relegate it to parlor talk.  Politics generates too much passion.  But I get involved on a meager level... Continue Reading →

An Incorporated World is in the Offing

  Pamela 🐝 Williams jarred me from my complacent dream with her piece: https://www.bebee.com/producer/@pamela-williams/two-means-to-an-end-an-opinion-piece. I’ve tried to ignore what I’ve considered to be an evolutionary backslide for quite a while. I hunker down in my dream and hope events will bypass me, but I know in my heart they won’t. I’m embarking on a journey of relying on a system that might not be in... Continue Reading →

JFK’s Dreams For Children

  John F Kennedy would be 100. It’s a celebration of a birthday many of us never see. JFK lives on because of his many good works and ideas. I remember being about eleven and being glued to the television, watching the events transpired in Dallas, Texas. I was heartbroken but didn’t know why. I had written to... Continue Reading →

Salem, Sarah, and Death

  I live in a city riddled with history. That history is dark indeed. In exploring my city’s past, I found what I believed to be a love story gone wrong—or right. Depends on how you look at it.   Sarah Ingersoll (born 6-28-1655) was a girl when she first met Joseph Houlton. He worked... Continue Reading →

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