Category: president

RBG & MLK, a Generational Perspective

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(re-run) My mom, who just moved to CA, asked me why the TV commercials are advertising for the holiday weekend. “What holiday is it?” she asked during our weekly phone call. “Marin Luther King Day,” I said. “Well, he wasn’t even a president,” Mom said. “He was the greatest orator in the Civil Rights Movement,”… Continue reading RBG & MLK, a Generational Perspective

We Need a Lemon Law, Mr. Trump

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(re-run from 2018) When a person buys a new or used car, and it gives the new owner nothing but problems in its first year, in many states, after three attempts to repair it, the owner can return the vehicle. Consumers everywhere are protected by the Magnuson-Moss Warranty Act, the Federal Lemon Law which applies… Continue reading We Need a Lemon Law, Mr. Trump

My Jimmy Carter Story

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I was a junior in college when Jimmy Carter was elected president.  I had a late class that Tuesday, and when I got back to the sorority house where I lived, my sorority sisters had made a dummy of Jimmy Carter and had hung him in effigy – those girls were daughters of Republicans. It… Continue reading My Jimmy Carter Story

I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

Posted in civil rights, conscience, constitution, Dairy Queen, election, flirting, Iowa, junior high school, lactose intolerance, memoir, Portland, president, stealing, vandals, voteLeave a comment

(re-run) When I was fourteen I stole a Dilly Bar from the Dairy Queen on a dare, but it wasn’t easy. It was lunch break from my junior high school, and we had an open campus. That meant we could walk across Douglas Avenue to go to the corner drugstore for candy or the Dairy… Continue reading I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

How OCD Improved my GPA

Posted in 70s, creative writing, election, English, George McGovern, government, GPA, graduation, high school, Jeopardy, memoir, monkey brains, newspaper, OCD, president, Spanish, world historyLeave a comment

I’ve been doing research for a kid book involving the presidents. It got me to thinking how back in high school I needed to do a project for my government class about the presidential election. It was fall semester of 1972. It was between George McGovern and Nixon.  My class project was to make a… Continue reading How OCD Improved my GPA

America’s Problem with a Woman President

Posted in Alabama, Arizona, Arkansas, California, constitution, Democrats, Elizabeth Warren, Equal Rights Amendment, ERA, family, female issues, Florida, gender, Georgia, Kamala Harris, Louisiana, Mississippi, MIssouri, North Carolina, Oklahoma, president, relationships, South Carolina, Utah, VirginiaLeave a comment

(re-run from 2019) I am posting this while watching the first night of the Democratic debates.  I am sure I will get some hate comments from this post, but I felt the need to write it. I also hope I am wrong. Please tell me why I am wrong. The other day I watched late-night… Continue reading America’s Problem with a Woman President

I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

Posted in civil rights, conscience, constitution, Dairy Queen, election, flirting, Iowa, junior high school, lactose intolerance, memoir, Portland, president, stealing, vandals, voteLeave a comment

When I was fourteen I stole a Dilly Bar from the Dairy Queen on a dare. It was lunch break from my junior high school, and we had an open campus. That meant we could walk across Douglas Avenue to go to the corner drugstore for candy or the Dairy Queen for ice cream. My… Continue reading I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

Posted in civil rights, conscience, constitution, Dairy Queen, election, flirting, Iowa, junior high school, lactose intolerance, memoir, Portland, president, stealing, vandals, vote1 Comment

When I was fourteen I stole a Dilly Bar from the Dairy Queen on a dare. It was lunch break from my junior high school, and we had an open campus. That meant we could walk across Douglas Avenue to go to the corner drugstore for candy or the Dairy Queen for ice cream. My… Continue reading I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

The Problem with the Midwest

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I am from Iowa (now a Californian), so I think I can write about this without being accused of cultural appropriation. People in the Midwest are insulated from a lot of what is happening right now. It’s true that two meat-packing plants have had to close down due to the Covid-19 virus, but most people… Continue reading The Problem with the Midwest

The Politics of Dating

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(re-run) ****Dialogue on a first date between senior man and senior woman**** “You look nice.” “Sorry I am late.” “Let me tell you about my third wife.” “I have two dogs.” “I used to work on defense missiles.” “You must like to play video games.” “I like you.” “I am not a Republican, but I’ll… Continue reading The Politics of Dating