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Wednesday, June 20, 2018

6:49 a.m., Wednesday - Boone, NC

Like many of you, I'm having a great deal of trouble sleeping.

I've always had wildly vivid dreams.  Full color.  Memorable.

Sometimes they're fun - a lot of fun.

Sometimes they're scary.

Sometimes they're sad.

My thoughts lately, like many of you, have been on the children.

You know who I mean.

The children locked in cages.

Those children are occupying not only my thoughts during the day, but also some time in my dreams.

When I woke up this morning, I do as I always do.

I reached over to pat the side of the bed that belongs to Donald just to make sure he's there.

And then I moved my foot to make sure Annabelle was there.

Then I just happened to glance over at the wall.

The shadow I see on the wall is one caused by the early morning sun shining through the window backlighting a piece of handblown glass which was a gift from a friend.

I have become so accustomed to seeing this shadow that I rarely give it a moment's thought.

But this morning, without thought, I looked at it and I started crying.

In my mind was the question, what do the children who are alone, separated from their families, unable to speak English - some unable to yet speak at all - see and think when they first wake up in the morning?

My say

First - As my friend Aubrey said last night, we're all stunned over what's happening, and feeling a bit enraged. 

She got it just right. 

I, for one, am tired, beat up feeling, and cranky as all hell, so I'm going to remind each of us - myself included - that we need to remember to take care of ourselves. 

We have, I'm afraid, a long road ahead of us if we want to continue resisting the evil and take back our country. 

We can do it.

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has." 
 - - - Margaret Mead

Amnesty International blasts Trump administration's family separations: "This is nothing short of torture"

Did you, in your wildest dreams, think you would ever read something like that about OUR country?!

I'm trying, very hard, to share facts. 

Admittedly, I've missed the mark a time or two. 

Chalk it up to intense emotion and forgive me - AND correct me. 

But I also hope you'll share these facts. 

We all have people in our lives who don't agree with us. 

That's fine. 

But I'd like to think they're learning the facts. 

Disagreeing based on their own intense emotion is something I refuse to try to understand when it comes to putting children and babies in cages with no firm plan in place for reuniting them with their families. 

They could remain separated for years. 

They could remain separated forever. 

They could become orphans. 

These are the things this country will be judged on in history. 

We'll be judged no better than Nazi Germany. 

These are the things we're being judged by right now by the rest of the world. 

"They're breaking the law" is a bullshit excuse. They're not. 

"They're all criminals" is a bullshit excuse. 
They're not. 

No plans in place for reuniting these children with their parents.

Can you think of a better way to make people hate us?
And deservedly so. 

Will we see retaliation?

 Oh, yes, I believe so. 

The orange orangutan wants war (there's money to be made from war, you know.) 

I believe he will get it. 

The question is where, exactly, will the first attacks come from?

If you happen to be a person thinking, "Kaye, don't you think you're carrying all this too far?"

My answer is, "Nope."

Elie Wiesel, 
Romanian-born American Jewish writer, professor, political activist, Nobel Laureate, and Holocaust survivor, and a personal hero of mine:

"We must always take sides. 

Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. 

Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.

There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.

No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior. All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them.

Wherever men and women are persecuted because of their race, religion, or political views, that place must - at that moment - become the center of the universe."

Please don't ever let me become a person who won't speak up for what's right.

"Never Again" is happening again.  right now.

“I think back to what Camus wrote about the fact that perhaps this world is a world in which children suffer, but we can lessen the number of suffering children, and if you do not do this, then who will do this?” — Robert Kennedy, 1968

Alafair Burke
June 18 at 10:26pm
"If you didn't cry a tiny bit today, please take a moment to read multiple news sources and to listen to people you don't usually agree with on political issues. This shouldn't be a partisan divide. This is a moment for which history will judge us all."

Regardless of what Jeff Sessions says, The Bible is not telling us it's okay to rip children away from they're families - and retaliation is in the making for him - Click Here:

BESIDES THE FACT - THIS COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED ON THE PREMISE OF SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE. That argument has no place is this crisis of the children. The First Amendment which ratified in 1791 states that "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof." In Everson v. Board of Education (1947), Justice Hugo Black wrote: "In the words of Thomas Jefferson, the clause against establishment of religion by law was intended to erect a wall of separation between church and state."

Bipartisan support FOR THE IMMIGRANT CHILDREN continues -

And for those concerned about immigrants stealing American  jobs?

Click Here:

AP report: "Trump admin. officials have been sending babies and other young children forcibly separated from parents at U.S.-Mexico border to at least 3 “tender age” shelters in South Texas, The Associated Press says it has learned., and plan to open a 4th shelter."
Tender age. 
In other words, babies.

If there's anyone unhappy with my research, I suggest you do your own.  If you use Fox News as a reliable source, try balancing it with other sources.  

Click Here:

In the meantime, I leave you with this . . . 

Click Here:

Photo by John Moore

There will be a march in D.C. on June 30th.  Sister marches are also being planned

And, for those who feel marching is not enough -


"The policy is unique to the Trump administration. Previous administrations did not, as a general principle, separate all families crossing the U.S. border illegally. And the current administration could choose to end this practice and release families together from detention at any time."

And - Here are some ways we can help via Jess Lourey:

1. If you're represented by a Republican (most Democratic reps are already supporting it), contact your senators and representatives and demand that they support the Keep Families Together Act (S. 3036). You can get automatically routed to your reps plus find a script here:…/call-senators-stop-dhs-separating-ch…

2. Donate to the groups actively helping these families. I donated to RAICES and ACLU, but here's a fuller list:
3. Make your outrage seen and heard. Find and join a Families Belong Together rally:
5. Come November, vote the bastards out.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Painting and Poetry helping me express my feelings

Painting: Holy Family Icon by Kelly Latimore

Home, by Warsan Shire (British-Somali poet)

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark.
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city
running as well.
your neighbours running faster
than you, the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind
the old tin factory is
holding a gun bigger than his body,
you only leave home
when home won't let you stay.
no one would leave home unless home
chased you, fire under feet,
hot blood in your belly.
it's not something you ever thought about
doing, and so when you did -
you carried the anthem under your breath,
waiting until the airport toilet
to tear up the passport and swallow,
each mouthful of paper making it clear that
you would not be going back.
you have to understand,
no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land.
who would choose to spend days
and nights in the stomach of a truck
unless the miles travelled
meant something more than journey.
no one would choose to crawl under fences,
be beaten until your shadow leaves you,
raped, then drowned, forced to the bottom of
the boat because you are darker, be sold,
starved, shot at the border like a sick animal,
be pitied, lose your name, lose your family,
make a refugee camp a home for a year or two or ten,
stripped and searched, find prison everywhere
and if you survive and you are greeted on the other side
with go home blacks, refugees
dirty immigrants, asylum seekers
sucking our country dry of milk,
dark, with their hands out
smell strange, savage -
look what they've done to their own countries,
what will they do to ours?
the dirty looks in the street
softer than a limb torn off,
the indignity of everyday life
more tender than fourteen men who
look like your father, between
your legs, insults easier to swallow
than rubble, than your child's body
in pieces - for now, forget about pride
your survival is more important.
i want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home tells you to
leave what you could not behind,
even if it was human.
no one leaves home until home
is a damp voice in your ear saying
leave, run now, i don't know what
i've become.
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

From Inside My Book Fort - - - "Downtown" by Anne Rivers Siddons


Today Annabelle and I are reading another old fave.

"Downtown" by the incomparable Anne Rivers Siddons.

I'm a fan of a lot of southern writers, but as far as I'm concerned, they all follow in Mr. Siddons' footsteps, and she set that bar high.

I moved to Atlanta during the time "Downtown" takes place.  Reading it today, all these years later, I can say to you that "Yes.  This is how it was."

The good and the bad - Anne Rivers Siddons gets it just right.

"The year is 1966, a time of innocence, possibility,and freedom. And for Atlanta, the country, and one woman making her way in a changing world, nothing will be the same . . ."

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Chihuly at the Biltmore

Annabelle and I are ready for our road trip!

Off to Asheville we go to see the Chihuly Exhibit at the Biltmore Estate

But before going to the Biltmore, I requested a detour downtown to Grove Arcade so I could shop for a new hat!  

There's a darling little knitting shop in the Grove Arcade that sells a whole room full of handmade hats.  

If we lived closer I'd have my own room full of handmade hats!

Annabelle trying to decide if she's ready for a long day at the Biltmore.

The Princess is escorted down her ramp . . . 

Because we live fairly close to Asheville, we go pretty often.

We've been through the Biltmore House many times, but it never fails to impress when you catch that first glimpse.

Chihuly's Sol d'Oro


This happened.

I was walking along taking pictures, and this lovely lady approached me and asked if I would mind having my picture taken with her.


No, I didn't mind, of course.

But, I was curious as to why . . . 

She said 'cause I looked happy and she loved the way I was dressed.

I told her I loved the way she was dressed too, and we had a nice chat.

She and her husband live in Denmark.  They came to America for a visit, landing in NYC and are in the process of driving across the country.

So far they have spent a few days in NYC and Philadelphia and a little time in lots of other places.

They will eventually land in California and fly back home.

They have no deadlines at all, so are just free as a couple of birds and relaxing.

They were delightful!

Husband is Danish.  She is Algerian.

I love gargoyles 

Annabelle made a few new friends

Next we drove to the Biltmore Convervatory

And then we headed back home.

I'm sure we'll go back to see the exhibit again.  And hopefully, we'll get to see it when the installations are under nighttime lighting.

And, we didn't wander through the house this visit, because we had Annabelle with us.  There is a limit, even at the Biltmore, to doggie friendliness.