The Plagued Parent

posts about surviving our children, the Baby Boomers who raised us, and everyone else with an opinion...

Month: October 2016

Watch This

When we started this blog a couple years ago, the furthest thing from our minds was making money or advertising products. Recently a company named JORD (pronounce Y-ord) contacted us by email and I pretty much overlooked the message as another form of spam. Several weeks ago my wife asked, “Did you see that email from […]

Golden Repairs

Habit demands discarding the broken vase, or bowl or coffee mug; toss its ceramic fragments deep into the plastic trash bags that line the kitchens and the workshops of our lives. Rare occasions exist, the time and place are just so, when we stand in stillness holding the crushed pieces of fragile ceramic glass in raw and bloody palms […]

Everybody Knows, or at least they should…

Bottom line: we all should know by now. For weeks I’ve listened to both sides, from Bill Maher to Rush Limbaugh, and the rhetoric and vitriolic tones reveal our further descent into madness. For both sides, this election cycle has become one of rationalizing rather than reasoning — although one could argue that Clinton’s side is […]

Trump unshackled?

All this Trump stuff makes my head hurt. I am not alone in thinking this. Last summer a group of clinicians calling themselves  Citizen Therapists  crafted a manifesto declaring how damaging Trump, and his ideology of “Trumpism” is for our collective mental health. Professionals are worried. No wonder. By now we’ve all seen or heard […]

Me and Emily at the Stardust, 1958

He insisted they move his room so the moonrise and the evening sky would be more visible, pointing out that Johnson across the hall made it easier for them to comply with his request since Johnson died last week and the room was empty. The staff could not come up with a reason to say no, so they carted his […]

Roger’s A-1 Automotive

Mercifully my car was not on Roger’s lift. He swore loudly tossing an angry wrench at his pristine metal toolbox. He paused, reconsidering this action then lifted and returned the 1 1/8 to its rightful place. “Damn it all to hell,” he raged, “Look at this!” He waved a finger covered with oily murk in my direction. I […]

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