By this time on Thursday I will be back in my home town of Buffalo and seeing my family. As a Baby Boomer, I was a child of integration. Thanks to the United States Supreme Court decision in Brown v Board of Education, the Buffalo public school system was invalid because it maintained two separate and unequal education systems.
Flash forward to 2011 and my niece Grace and I was talking with my older sister about possible gifts for this young girl who is the daughter of my nephew John and his wife. Coincidentally, John was born in 1969, the year I graduated from high school. John’s mother Chris was telling me about the way that he had loved Dr. Seuss books. She had thought about getting a collection of those books and ended up buying them for her grandson Brandon. Unfortunately he is on the autism spectrum.
I recently wrote a blog entry declaring that I would rather write than have sex. So you can imagine how I felt listening to Chris tell me how Grace likes to sit there at the kitchen table and read the newspaper. She’s 2 and she’s requesting that the adults make room for her as a reader.
What better tradition to start in a family than having the father read to his daughter. I remember hearing some story on public radio about this. So my first appearance as a character in my niece’s life may be as the one who helps her to discover the same books that her father read, Dr. Seuss. And the Grinch better not say a bleeping word about it.
- Humbled by my niece (mycoignofvantage.wordpress.com)
Reposted from a young woman Kimberly Back about a prank in which students were kissed and groped in an odd contest at school
This is a blog completed by my interns:
During my practicum, I was sitting next to a woman who was diagnosed with schizophrenia, paranoid type, during a daily group session. I was there to observe the licensed mental health counselor who held two groups a day – one in the morning and one in the afternoon, an hour at a time – who worked specifically with women and men such as the like I had positioned myself next to. My pen and pad were at the ready to mark down master tips. I was fresh out of my classes, chomping at the bit to make a difference. I smiled at the woman next to me before returning my gaze to the counselor. The woman then turned to me, stood up, bent down, her face inches from mine, and in a clear, loud, incredibly ferocious voice yelled, “Why the hell…
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