Monday, November 19, 2012

We Gather at the Table for Some Thanksgiving Favorites

We Gather at the Table for Some Thanksgiving Favorites
Love this recipes! if I didn't feel so sick I would cook-up some, I love to cook, but I hate to continue feeling sick so priority one is: get well.

Monday, November 12, 2012

On reading: The Party Next Time

Was reading The Party Next Time, an excellent article on The New Yorker by Ryan Lizza, and have to say that no self-respecting Hispanic/Latin will vote for their own kind just because.
Most Hispanics/Latins immigrated from political cultures that didn't take into account the rights of the working class much less the poor, and without workers no one prospers and if the poor are not helped, more become poor.
Did anyone listen to Romney tell that his parents got welfare? President Obama's mom was a single parent and at times needed help.
I am lucky that, even though I came from a wealthy and politically influential family, my grandparents - self made people - never forgot were they came from and inculcated, at least in me, a respect for humanity beyond having or religious bias. They respected all religions even in their time and in a Catholic country.
It is appalling how so-called conservatives take ownership of God and that is very damming for God is not a thing. They fight against moral issues, such as abortion, but don't give a dam for those in need and will go as far as to say, "don't feed them, they'll just keep growing more". That mentality cripples and must be eradicated along with the belief that minorities are Democrats because they "want something for nothing".
MOST people who have made great strides have risen from down and out, and those who propagate a different view, and so much discrimination against those who need people, must shut-up; they are making millions form distorting truths and feeding discord. They have destroyed the Republican Party.
I am an Independent, because I will not vote or make decisions based on party politics, and yes, I voted for all Democrats because when the old does not work, it’s not my place to fix it. God doesn’t create junk…just saying.

On the hoof

Getting parents on the hoof is the kind of thing that would have become an epidemic if Republicans had won the election. With their "borrow from your parents" policy, the ads we are all aware off, by the lending industry, that make us feel 'guilty' if we don't mortgage our homes or 'save' - not for our retirement but for our kids education – would be like weeds on the landscape of our perdition.  It is very noble – if one is able, to save for kid’s education; even though most of us had to pay for own college. But isn’t is possible that those who don’t just get the college money from their parent's hide will work harder to get ‘good grade’ grants and will pay the consequences of loans that they incurred for the wrong reasons? Just saying...

"Poet Jack Gilbert's time of triumph and loss"

Famous author Anne Rice posted on Facebook "Hello, People of the Page. Jack Gilbert is a great American poet I've mentioned here before. Here is an article about him from today's Los Angeles Times. His latest book is available on Amazon and at other vendors"
I immediately went to the page and read  "Poet Jack Gilbert's time of triumph and loss" I write poetry myself, and in one brief passage of Gilbert's prose: "What if the heart does not pale as the body wanes / but is like the sun that blazes hotter each day / on these immense, perishing fields? What then?" just that bit of immense feeling, Gilbert took me into his world and heart.
Thank you Anne Rice for opening the way to those like myself who did not know Jack Gilbert. I am touched that Gilbert was a former steal worker, and that at Gilbert's readings crowd ordinary people "interested in serious literature and looking for the illumination of a heart they recognized as their own."
Written by John Penner the article about Gilbert, who is now in a nursing home, reminds me of a poem a carpenter, my late husband Victor, wrote: “I’ve torn heaven from the skies/ Made of hell a paradise/ Forgiven God, forgiven the devil/ Does anyone have a dime?”
As I continued to read I sob for my mom Carmen, who not long ago was vital and now is also in a nursing home after a sudden stroke: her days feel like petals falling from the garden of flowers she once tended.