Time, time, time, what’s become of me?


Well I just could not resist going back to see what the Unitarians were doing and I must say they have become a little more diverse. I took a picture. Not, not really, but you know this group picture might fit in. I had posted something last year about meeting Mary Devitt and John Hagendorn at Colectivo Coffeehouse. They are relatively new members of the First Unitarian Society and active in Black Lives Matter. They are community activists and raising children who present challenges. When I met Mary she was recovering from an injury that did not seem to slow her down. However, John had an accident on his bike resulting in a brain injury and other difficulties. He is a researcher who has worked on issues related to gave violence and prevention. One of his books is on sale at the church.

People of a certain age will recognize the title of this blog from the Simon and Garfunkel song A Hazy Shade of Winter. I heard the song booming at me as I came down from listening to a forum speaker from Lutheran Social Services tell about her work with refugees and asylum seekers. Indeed, it was a hazy shade of winter with barely a patch of snow on the ground. But the music was quite a bit different from the old days of hearing the choir most weeks several years ago.

It is sad that some things had not changed. It seems that our government policies are creating more and more refugees. The new administration has responded to the crisis by issuing an executive order imposing a ban on travel from seven mostly Muslim countries. Fortunately, our heroes from the ACLU sprang into action and a 3 judge panel of the federal court has blocked the implementation of this unconstitutional mess.

I have all kinds of different emotions about what is happening as time passes. A woman I knew, Molly Cisco, died recently from a brain aneurysm. She was an activist for the rights of people with mental illness, a small business owner and an avid dog lover. She was only 59. People are sharing their thoughts of her on Facebook. I am quietly looking to find a way to become more involved with real life activism and tear myself away from social media. I am meeting new friends and trying to keep up with the old ones. I was very excited to see a picture from my old high school which is putting the finishing touches on a weight room. It is encouraging to learn that one of the oldest high schools in the country is making a comeback.

The sky may be a hazy shade of winter but sometimes you can rock to the beat.




Work with healthy consumers



Today I was in a quality improvement session sponsored by Milwaukee County about improving the health outcomes of mental health consumers. The acronym for the project is LIFE which stands for Learning Ideas For Enduring. Various agencies contracting with with Milwaukee County Community Mental Health Division will be tasked with developing an implementing quality improvement projects that we will report on at a meeting in August 2016. As part of the session we brainstormed various ideas. The one that received the most votes was creating a competition for a softball league between the agencies. I’m not certain how feasible that idea is but last summer we had 2 sports themed picnics at our agency. We called them Kicknicks.

We had consumers from all three of our locations attend and they had a great time. I enjoyed myself although I became a little fatigued and had to sit down. The project that our Targeted Case Management Team developed at the meeting was called Walk It Off in which we will encourage the staff to include walking in their meeting with consumers. For instance, we might arrive at someone’s house and encourage the person to go for a walk with us. I already do this. I walked with a new consumer a few weeks ago and she seemed to enjoy it. At the staff meetings, we would report on how many times we walked with consumers. We might also get pedometers for consumers to encourage them to keep track of their own steps and reward them.

We have some staff who are struggling with their weight and began using tools such as fitbit and the agency subsidizes memberships at the YMCA. A few people also work out at the inexpensive health clubs that offer $10 per month memberships. The hope is that the staff and consumers will be happier, healthy and less stressed. What do you think?

Team Dark Skin





There have always been dark and lovely people since, after all, our earliest ancestors were Africans. But people of white skin have long-held the dominant positions in the world. Until very recently Africans throughout the diaspora lacked political and economic power. Thus it was not surprising that those who were the darkest were often ridiculed. Throughout the world we have devised products and surgeries that will make us look white. Or at least change our features so that they are less identifiably African.

At the same time there are movements that celebrate our dark skin, our often coarse hair and thick lips.    Langston Hughes wrote I am the darker brother. I am that brother, because I am also a very dark brown. Those who appreciate me celebrate my features and I celebrate theirs. That is why I was excited to find black atheists and other non-believers on Facebook. Most recently I found a sister who proclaimed she was president of Team Dark Skin. This woman would have been one of my favorite cousins. It is not that she is only with dark and lovely people like her. In fact, she is with all types of people on her Facebook page and having a good time.

I decided to look up the hashtag Team Dark Skin and found all kinds of posts on twitter and pin interest. I believe this is a way of proclaiming the positives within us, similar to when James Brown proclaimed, “say it loud, I’m black and I’m proud.”And someday we will have the power that was stolen away from us by bullets, bibles and self-hatred.

You cannot be replaced

This is a reblog from To Write Love on Her Arms. I was searching for something to say after an intense weekend of writing. It can be rewarding, finding new ideas and ways to reach other people. People visit and learn what I have to say. This sometimes includes sharing my work across different platforms such as Facebook and twitter. The more that I write, the more opportunities I gave people to discover me.  I often write about things that outrage me and I attempt to provoke people. My recent piece about what I considered racist responses to President Obama was an example. Shortly after I wrote Egypt in Flames. A quick visit to twitter confirmed that things were even worse than I had imagined. Days of rage had been met with blood on the street and panicked marchers jumping off bridges to escape gunfire.


At times the things that bother us in America may seem trivial. You could easily respond the same way Bob Newhart did in his famous “Stop it” sketch playing an insensitive therapist. But that won’t help us or the persons who really need our assistance. So I hope you will consider this message in an attempt to reach people who have considered suicide when they cannot see the rainbow.




You cannot be replaced.


Bob Newhart
Bob Newhart (Photo credit: Wikipedia)



Will it be tits or no tits tonight, sir?

Closeup of the breasts of a pregnant woman. Fr...
Closeup of the breasts of a pregnant woman. Français : Plan rapproché des seins d’une femme enceinte. Italiano: Primo piano dei seni di una donna incinta. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well with all the hot button issues of marriage equality, war in the Middle East and implementing the Affordable Care Act, you would think there would be plenty of interesting topics for atheists to discuss. And you would be…wrong. An atheist dating site I belong to on Facebook has been wrapped up these past couple of days in tits. It is commonly known that women have them and the advent of the Internet and social networking has given them more opportunities to display them. There has been a virtual explosion of breasts and with that explosion there is a backlash against them. Especially with summer time, breasts are in your face, causing traffic problems, stalling lines in super markets as men check out the breasts or lack thereof on the women at the cash registers and the women judges handing down fines for DWI on stupid men and women.

Well as luck would have it a young woman from New Zealand posted a couple of rather modest pictures of herself trying to attract attention. And a couple of guys did react. All of them were guys who lived far away from her hoping to get a taste of her fruit. She also explained that she is a mother and had a picture with one of her children.

So naturally all hell broke loose among the atheists. Guys saying “get those breasts away from us” while the others said, “c’mon, off with your tops, ladies.” Send us more. A couple of women said they love posting tit pics and anyone who didn’t like it, could suck it (not them, of course). While all this was going on I noticed a nice woman on the sidelines saying she liked talking about nerdy stuff. It turns out she wishes she was  at Gencon. She likes Sci-Fi and had a prominent Down with DOMA banner on her timeline that matched mine. what’s not to like about a woman like that?

We talked for a while without bringing up her breasts and that was refreshing. When I checked back with the atheists they were still going at it and lathering up about breasts. I wonder what a Klingon would say about this.

i talked with my new friend after the guy who was the main complainer about breasts had been booted. i have made the mistake of pursuing women based upon their breast size and also enjoyed friendships with women because I ignored their breasts.  I thing I’m really looking for a woman to talk to, like the Billy Joel song.

Turn off Facebook, so we can be actual animals

You can quote me on that title. It’s based somewhat loosely on a comment by a couple of characters in the For Better or Worse comic strip series. Today was my first full day of vacation and I enjoyed it, balanced with reading, listening to radio, talking on the phone and a good amount of exercise. My plan had called for doing my aerobics with weightlifting and a side of yoga. Due to time constraints, I substituted a delicious Asian meal for the yoga. I was pleased that I wrote a short blog entry and the most gratifying part of it was that I was not finding reasons to check on Facebook. goodness knows, there are plenty of stories about government invading our privacy, right-wingers disrespecting the President, and ordinary citizens making fools of themselves to occupy anyone all day.

Yes, you with the pale skin who has not been seen outside since February. Enough with al this constant liking and being liked. And Huffington Post? Please, with their celebrity gossip. I found a news app on my phone that allowed me to read several brief articles. The rest of my reading was Dr. Burns’ wellness book, which had a daily planner that I reproduced on my computer. It was enlightening to learn how many techniques are available to beat procrastination.

Tomorrow there are some enjoyable day and night time activities planned with some local bipeds.





Struggling to change

Today only one person showed up for my peer support wellness support group. However I have always believe that whoever show up is the right person to be there. I had been looking at Esperanza Magazine in preparation for the group. I had found it in a box outside the nurse’s office. When I first saw it, I figured that it was probably in Spanish. Instead I found it was an English language publication devoted to stories about people who were living with depression.  Several articles caught my eye but the one that seemed most applicable to my group was the one offering hope for people seeking to change or eliminate their bad habits and develop new more positive ones.

I thought about my nightly habit of drinking beer or wine until I fell asleep which made it difficult to do other things like maintaining an exercise routine. A couple of weeks ago I found that yoga was not just for incredibly flexible young women. I enjoyed the one brief experience I had with it but the wine and beer seemed like they were in the way so I eliminated them. I made copies of the article about change and shared it with my peer. Without lecturing I told about how I felt a bad habit was costing me time and money that would have been better spent elsewhere.

And I made a copy of the yoga group’s schedule. One of my goals this weekend is to attend a yoga class. And that is a promise I can keep. Goal number two is to enjoy a full aerobic workout at a fitness center. Goal number three is become the best Kenyatta I can be every day. What are you trying to change? Find support in Esperanza.