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Is Trump a Christian?

Published December 29, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Billy Graham’s granddaughter Jerushah Armfield doesn’t think so,

Trump “has not shown” himself to be a Christian, Armfield said, and has exhibited qualities that are the opposite of Christlike.

“My Jesus that I follow was really somebody who fought for the outliers,” she concluded, “and I think that Trump has actually done the opposite in kind of ostracizing them.”

 

Noor Al-Sibai, Raw Story via Alternet

SAY WHAT?!

Published December 28, 2017 by Nan Mykel

“I have the greatest stuff and you know what? I love golf. But if I were in the White House, I don’t think I’d ever see Turnberry again. I don’t think I’d ever see Doral again. I own Doral in Miami. I don’t think I’d ever see many of the places I have. I don’t think I’d ever see anything, I just want to stay in the White House and work my ass off and make great deals, right? Who’s gonna leave?”

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Step outside – Reblogged poem

Published December 27, 2017 by Nan Mykel

Wow and wow! Superior!

TheFeatheredSleep

The doctor

who is 47 and wears a baseball cap

she doesn’t look her age, even her hands are unlined

but she knows her stuff, telling me, it’s a virus

got into you, maybe by the loosest thread and working its way up

attacked your spleen like, a well placed fist will split even hard skin

opening up secrets, spilling them like spaghetti squash, reveals its jewel

thumbing through test results, her eyes raised imperceptably

we both joked at the irony of finding a virus, good news

by then I had, a long list of debtors, thinner wrists, curled with many knots, my mouth was parched from staying open

who knew I’d learned so well, the art of begging and beseachment

and the phone, if it were not disconnected, would not have rung because I’d found out

those who stand in faded ink on birth certificate, are not interested in…

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Not Vulnerable!?

Published December 27, 2017 by Nan Mykel

The Trump administration is prohibiting officials at the nation’s top public health agency from using a list of seven words or phrases — including “fetus” and “transgender” — in official documents being prepared for next year’s budget.

Policy analysts at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention in Atlanta were told of the list of forbidden words at a meeting Thursday with senior CDC officials who oversee the budget, according to an analyst who took part in the 90-minute briefing. The forbidden words are “vulnerable,” “entitlement,” “diversity,” “transgender,” “fetus,” “evidence-based” and “science-based.”

In some instances, the analysts were given alternative phrases. Instead of “science-based” or “evidence-based,” the suggested phrase is “CDC bases its recommendations on science in consideration with community standards and wishes,” the person said. In other cases, no replacement words were immediately offered. (My emphases).

Source By Lena H. Sun and Juliet Eilperince in Washington Post

So now we’re going to use science, considering community WISHES?

 

FIX YOUR OWN HAMBURGER!

Published December 27, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I didn’t know until I looked it up that a federal law allows waitpersons to be paid only half the minimum wage.  The restaurant owners must have a powerful lobby, because  The Trump Labor Department now wants to give control of waitpersons’ tips  to their bosses.  It’s one of Trump’s  vengeful moves to undo Obama’s safeguards. Oh wait–Trump owns restaurants too, doesn’t he.

 

 

So, What Now? (A reblog)

Published December 26, 2017 by Nan Mykel

It requires a lifetime of re-education, I fear, Good question and observations.

Trail Baboon

I have mulled over this topic  for the past couple of weeks,  as one man (and  few women) after another has lost his job, credibility, and respect with accusations and admissions of sexual harassment and assault.  My first thought through all this has been “They are really lucky I am not their mother!!!!”

My husband used to assess low and moderate risk convicted sex offenders, usually those who had committed crimes against children,  for their suitability for treatment. We know from research that the sooner those folks are integrated back in the community and have jobs and stability,  along with ongoing therapy and careful monitoring by their probation officers, the less likely they are to re-offend.

What do we do now with the Al Frankens, Roy Moores,  and John Conyers  of this country?  How do we heal, and promote inclusivity for all our citizens? I wonder if the model of Truth…

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DIALOGUE WITH MY SHADOW

Published December 26, 2017 by Nan Mykel

N: I don’t understand this shadow thing so well, even tho I may write about it.

S: I think I’ve caught up with you.  I’ve gobbled you up.

N: You mean like, I’m 75% shadow now?

S: More like 90%.

N: No, wait…You get rid of your shadow by claiming/owning up to it.

S: You admit that the shadow part is you.

N: But…I have some excuses…

S: You can’t recast your whole life at–how old did you say you were?

N: Maybe there’s reincarnation. I’ll have a chance to do better…

S: You’e pitiful.

N: Is feeling sorry for myself me or you?

S: Remember; same thing.

N: Oh alright. I feel sorry for myself for being me.

S: You got it!

 

 

 

WHO IS MY READER?

Published December 24, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I’m finally trying to get the hang of blogging via WordPress’ tutelage, and one of the questions I need to address is who I am writing for [and about what].  That’s an especially tough question for me, because my interests are so far-flung.  I write–a lot of different stuff–I think because I was never listened to until a rehab counselor who became alarmed at my sudden torrent of tears in his office referred me to a master psychotherapist right there and then, making a contact on the phone during the session.

So, I write in response to folks I empathize with, and almost all of them are struggling with some sort of problem at the cusp of growth and change.  My mind is like a billiard table, with thoughts, ideas, questions and “what-if’s” rolling around inside my head almost constantly, by myself.  I’m lonely for intellectual stimulation. I was most alive in graduate school, studying psychology,  where everything and everybody was a glorious mystery.

I know I have too many pages on my blog, but still I probably need to make a separate one for politics, because I keep getting waylaid by someone’s political savvy. My page on Relief is pure bliss, for those into bliss, and the two on Secrets really reveal the wide range of things I’m curious about. But none of that addresses the question of who I’m writing for–what kind of followers would find my blog most compatible with their experiences and interests?  I probably shouldn’t have revealed my age–that’s an automatic downer, but too late to re-think that.  Talking about my book is also a downer, I think–everybody who blogs seems to have written a book.  Most bloggers I have read seem to have suffered from more heartless incest than I did. I can’t relate to the yearning or jilted lover population, and I don’t cook; never did, really.

I can despise myself as much as any blogger, but that’s a downer for others and not fun, even for me, to read.  Obviously my experience with a Downs syndrome child (one page) didn’t light any fires.  So if I’m not aware of who I’m writing for, why write?  It reminds me of my 20 years of volunteering as a public access television producer, when almost no one ever watched that channel.  So–it’s probably back to the question of why I never reached “my potential.”  Since I was licensed to practice clinical psychology in two states, received a Ph.D., and received top-drawer psychotherapy for myself,  I am reluctant to admit that I still  bear the traces of the sexual abuse (from my father) and the verbal abuse (from my mother).  I don’t want others to know that even the best psychotherapy still leaves some of the damage untouched.

As Briere (1996, 84)  said of survivors, they will never not have been abused–the past will continue as memories, and it will always be part of her life.

Although I look okay on the surface, I am the only one who is aware of the shortcomings, inadequacies and even diseased places within.  I’ll have to go and meditate a little more to put that into words for readers who may in turn have empathy for me.

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