So, Mom would have been 100 on the 15th of November. This was the last time I saw her in Connecticut when she was 97. I could not get back to you during COVID, so we left it at this. She no longer knew who I was, but I think she understood that I was someone close in her life. She was a caring mother who overcame her own challenges. She was perhaps the best 5th (and 6th) grade teacher that I ever observed. She had a scholarship to Cornell University after graduating high school a year early, but she could not afford the basics at that school and opted instead for Brooklyn College. She supported me in my sports and music and made sure that dyslexia would only make me stronger. She and I shared the horror of Dad dropping dead in front of us and my failed attempts to revive him and then weeks of grieving, with both of us having to get to our teaching jobs and perform in our schools only to come home to that sadness. She traveled, kept amazing journals, and understood that despite the fact she was not religious, her Judaism was a hallmark of who she was and would always be as it has been for me.
Lost Roads
You know, we all seem to go down so many lost roads in our lives. Roads that don't have a name and take us from our intended destination. But some of these roads lead us where we didn't know we were going and when we get there it's like coming home.
Thursday, November 14, 2024
Friday, October 04, 2024
Rosh Hashanah Holid
*Note, this was something I wrote on an Instagram post asking us all to say "sorry" for the hostage situation. I reflected on that and then wrote the following.
I'll tell you I am not saying "sorry." I am saying my heart has been broken for a year. My heart asks for forgiveness for not being in Israel when the hell hit, when the fear hit, when the cries resounded all the way to the highest mountains in North Carolina, where we were on vacation. Back here, back here with rainstorms of missiles and sitting in saferooms that we knew needed to be built with enemies that care not for this land but only for our demise, I found myself the other night, the night of ballistic missiles with one-ton warheads, smiling. I was thinking that this is where I am supposed to be; this is where I need to be until a quiet returns, until the hostages return, until true peace makes its way into the lands, into the minds of this region. I looked Rachel Goldberg-Polin in the eyes at the Shiva and said, "Sorry," but I wish I was more articulate when I spoke to her. I wish I said, "Forgive the powers that be that took your son and all the hostages on that day..." I am not clairvoyant, hell I can't tell you what will happen five minutes from now. I do my walks in Tel Aviv with a phone and, halfway into my walk, check the bombing reports to gauge my pace and, if need be, go a bit faster. I check my mental state and try to quell my anger at a University System of hate that learned from the evil of the 1930s where to start and how to start. Smart kids. They should be knighted by the brothers of hate or given a joint Noble award for a job well done. The SJP, JVP, BLM, BDS, and all the other groups should seek further grants from their Qatari funders, who have given them so much. If I were "sorry," I would only be sorry for not speaking louder years ago, back to the Mapping Project where Wellesley students made clear who to hate in their warped sense of justice. I am sorry it took so long to speak; to my brothers and sisters who were taken on that horrible day, please be kind and forgive us for waiting so long to engage in this do-or-die battle.
Monday, September 16, 2024
I Know Too Much
The Things I Know
I know too much because I know more than you
I don’t cull my information from a newspaper
Don’t put myself smack dab in the middle of a protest march
Screaming slogans, somebody else wrote and orchestrated
I know too much because I know more than you
Been knowing them from a time over sixty years ago
Wrote my own words when I was a child
Choked back my own tears when I saw them on paper
Knowing that the injustices I saw
Against my people
Would always scar me
But would never sway me
From doing what I thought was right
No matter, no matter
I know too much because I know more than you
I know how you scream and let the spittle run down your jawline
Just for show
Just to make an impact of your conviction to hide
The fact that it is far less than you
Want us to know
I know too much because I know more than you
I have spoken to the dead
Spoken to the loved ones of the dead
Spoken to those who are bound to die
Because they are fighting the real enemy
Because they are fighting you
Fighting you who know so little
Fighting you who really are so small
As you emphatically try to convince someone
Anyone
That you know something
Trying to convince yourself
That your hate is meaningful and justified
Even significant
Yet
I know too much
Because I know you
I know how flawed you really are.
Sunday, September 08, 2024
Did I fix my Blog?
So, it has been forever since I have cracked the Blogger code to publish anything. This blog, which I started over 20 years ago, has stagnated. Today, I attempted to go back yet again and see if I could tweak my info and finally get into it. Just the fact that I am typing seems to suggest that I did the right things but I won't know until I hit the "publish" key.
This blog has always been for me. I get that nobody follows it. Never meant it to be for that purpose. I meant it only to record my adventures, my family, my poetry, my reflections on what exists and what I hope existed. It is meant to be political and meant to be non-political. It is meant to reflect the highs and lows of life and most of all, as an online journal of what I really think and really feel. Perhaps one day my (step) grandkids will go back and read it and say, "Wow, so I now I better understand Jamie." I would hope that they realize that being a good person is most important in this world and that they will hopefully explore a wonderous earth freely.
Okay, time for the "publish" button. Hope this work! Oh, that's Sierra below. She's a bit under 4 years old and is the most amazing dog I have ever seen. I have loved all my dogs but never had an athlete like her. She is small, stubborn, and at times has a heart of gold and at times will also growl and take a nip at you (not to hurt you but to instead just vent). Long may she run.
Sunday, January 30, 2022
Gathering Time
Gathering Time (Title of Simon Baxter's Book)
Tuesday, September 28, 2021
Walking to Afghanistan
Walking to Afghanistan
Soon we will walk to Afghanistan because the oceans have all dried up
And the climate has changed
Changed our moods, our minds, and even changed the countries where we live
We will march with Burkas and Gucci handbags bought in Doha
We will have bandaids and moleskin for our blisters
Walking sticks from REI
Flashlights and bandanas on our heads
Tiki torches in our hands
We will be woke
We will be progressive
We will be far-right
We will be far-left
We will be angry at each other for being each other and not us
Our boots will stomp on the ground in front of the walls we put up
Our signs will signify our distaste for you
Then we will head home happy that we started our walk
Towards Afghanistan
Towards a new cause
Just
However
Wait a minute
Wait for that tolling of the ancient clock you have hung on your wall
Wait
Again, just wait
Until all of your sureness
All those facts and UN resolutions you have memorized to prove your point
Prove how terrible the investment in me
In my country
In my people
Really is
You were here to win a war
No, you were here to win hearts and minds
No, you were here to build us up so that we
Could resist
Could survive
Yet when you were done
You had a new plan
A better plan
Cost-saving
You moved on and shook our hands
Gave us bread and cheese
Left us with some spray paint to cover up the signs that you were here and had a purpose at some point
Now you are turning again
Trying to knock down my iron dome
Equivocating in simple words
That should not be so equivocal
Yet they are
Filling the college campuses with the fuel of your cause
Your narrative
Building your ground troops
Standing on your platforms
With megaphones to project
Dictaphones to record
iPhones to capture selfies
Ever so woke
While Afghanistan begins to fade
Into blue burkas
Dust
Storm
While your footsteps fade
From that landscape
Sunday, January 10, 2021
2021 Opening Statement
We live in this time when Presidents refuse to act presidential and are excused by their constituents because some of the things they do prove beneficial for the masses. Yet, can good acts coverup corrupt deeds and comments that fuel hate and division?
This past week, we saw a President gone wild. During his four years in office, this President vilified those who held different viewpoints from his own, engaged in blatant acts that furthered the divide between diverse groups of Americans, belittled countless people, and engaged in acts that are proving to be detrimental to our environment. Yet, people were willing to storm our Capitol in Washington to support his claim that the vote had been stolen. They were willing to steal what they said was stolen from them. To destroy property, make threats, spread vile hate theories, and find fault with all that do not hold their viewpoints. All of this while the death toll from COVID soars over 4,000 people per day, and here in Israel, we are forced back into a very restrictive lockdown.
The challenge with all of this is how to teach our students that they need to be honest, forthright, and brave. They need to discuss all sides of an issue and recognize that to some degree, others may be more right than they are and that their point of view is flawed. Or, they need to recognize that several variables may exist and that, like in many cases, they will come upon in life, there is more than one way to achieve a given goal. They also need to put into practice that those who have a different viewpoint from their own should not be denigrated in any manner, for this only serves to further inflame the "conversation" and that once that fire is started, each side will become more resolute in the manner in which they cling to their beliefs.
So I will make this personal because this is my blog, and nobody reads it, so what do I have to lose? This has been a tough time for me, and in some respects, it has been a good time. It has been tough because I have not been able to travel out of Israel and go back to New England to see mom, who is ensnarled in dementia and the confusion and paranoia that brings. I have not been to my home in Vermont (though Connecticut will always be my true home) and walked the great woodlands with my socks tucked into my pants and long sleeves to keep myself from getting Lyme Disease. I have learned much about the Golan during this time and have even learned how to better navigate and utilize the application AllTrials, which is truly amazing and helpful. Eva and I have learned to better appreciate each other, which bodes well as I turn 64 next month and will only work one more year as an educator.
Yet, I can't distance myself from the sadness that finds me staying up far too many nights. This is a lifelong malady and certainly nothing new. I worry. I worry about myself, those around me, the polar bear, friends who battle illness, countries that deal with tyrants. My greatest peace is found in nature, though, in some ways, that has been taken from me. Even the city's view, which I loved so much, is being taken away as the distant cranes now surround me, and large apartments are not only blocking my view, but the amount of light we have coming into our apartment is slowly diminishing.
We live in a time when Presidents refuse to be Presidental. When corporate news programs dual it out with vocal sabers and those on each side wave banners of their own or wrap themselves tightly in these both figuratively and literally. As smart as it is to have a strong value system, and it is important, you have to realize (well, I have to realize) that entrenched beliefs can also be dangerous. That there is no conversation to be had with a person who believes that anyone who differs from him or her is stupid or blind. Once you start pointing your finger, the conversation has stopped. Once you storm the Capitol, the conversation has stopped. Once you become so progressive that others can't progress, then the conversation has stopped.
I am not convinced that our differences can be worked out or what divides so many in our world can be ameliorated. We are too hopeful in our belief system, for we tend to associate with people who have similar views as our own. We are frightened and repulsed by those with strongly dissimilar opinions, which is hardwired into our brains. Although it is magnificent that we have such diversity in our genetic pool, it has proven detrimental to our species.
Jamie-January 10, 2021
Sunday, May 31, 2020
A Place To View My Photographic Work
Each Of My Countries
Tuesday, January 28, 2020
I Miss My Forrest
How one as small as you, as non-human as you, as smart as you have impacted me over these past almost 12 years. It is inconceivable, still, that you are not here in our lives. How I just feel so different without you here.
Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Writing For Peace
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