#perspective
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I don’t have to Love your Dog (or Cat)
Before you, Dear Reader, mentally pulverize me, please know I adored our Family’s Great Dane with all my heart. Her 168-pound presence was full of gentleness and grace. She grew alongside my Children, with each one getting to cuddle ample of her as they all sat in a single cluster, watching television. I still miss Continue reading
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The Art of the First-strike Narrative
“Falsehood flies, and truth comes limping after it.” Jonathan Swift, 1710 Rounding out eighteen-month old topics in my writing queue is this subject very painfully real to me. Rather than waiting for an apropos time to pursue this subject, I thought I’d enlist some help. It’s more important to me that I express this observation Continue reading
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Not Containable
I am nursing a pretty hefty disappointment at the moment, a useful funk to wade through. I know it’s necessary. I landed an interview for a position that would be the pinnacle of my career. I sought the expertise and precious time of trusted, generous mentors. I took days to prepare. …then I blew the Continue reading
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Chapter 0: Here we are!
Thank You for your time, however long you will share it with me. Thank You for the grace you will bring. Please know what you read here represents only me…and quite possibly only me and only on the day I wrote it. See, I keep learning, slowly, and I don’t interpret my world the same Continue reading
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Chapter I: The Catalyst
On September 26, 2023, I read a Reuters.com article that was the final push for why I established this internet corner for my writings. There had been an earlier, similar article on BBC, and that was the water for my dormant little seed of writing; the seed which has ultimately been within me for a Continue reading
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Chapter II: The Mother Who Cost Me My Daughter
Oh, such a tempting title, but a very thorny one. The bold expression first soothes the devastated Mother in me, but then also tugs on the parts of me which have cultivated appreciation for how complex relationships are and how I do not wish to engage in the divisive behaviors from which I continue to Continue reading
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Chapter III: My Paternal Grandparents
Ultimately, most everything I know about my Paternal Grandparents is hear-say, save my childhood years during which I frequently spent one-on-one time with my Grandmother. As I earlier indicated, I’ll be changing names (if I use them at all) and writing what’s in my recollection, which means I am not claiming this is all the Continue reading
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Chapter IV: My Maternal Grandparents
Using the excuse of continuing by year of birth, I am feeling very grateful, yet heartbroken to write about my Mother’s Father, my favorite person in my entire childhood. He was born in 1920, in a village on The Hungarian Plains, south of Miskolc, and rich in his heart. While I don’t know this about Continue reading
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Chapter V: My Parents’ Siblings
My Father was the only living offspring for my Paternal Grandparents; I wrote about his Sister under the Paternal Grandparents section. In a previous post, I began talking about my Mother’s Brother, of whom, unfortunately, I mostly have cursory knowledge. During my childhood, I saw my Uncle and his Family maybe a handful of times. Continue reading
One More Perspective 