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Real Immigration Reform

  I am a child of illegal immigrants.   They all came before our post-World War I restrictions and none of them were happy at home.   If some of you are now shocked by immigrants coming to this country without being invited, I would remind you, so did all the others.                  Since we are dipping our toe into a big vat of reality let’s try a plunge into the deep end.   Most of the illegal immigrants living in this country are decent people.   They are here because America offers hope, while their native countries offered only despair.   They number around 11 million.   That is a little over 3% of the entire population.   Over 8 million have jobs, pay taxes and buy American food, clothing, appliances, furniture, housing, cars, services and energy.   They are not a drag on our economy, they stimulate it.          ...

The Rose Garden and Divorce

  I have a friend who went through a mean-spirited divorce.   The day before the decree was granted, her husband’s last act of anger was to tear down a barn swallow nest that had been a part of their lives for many years.   The birds had come back every spring to raise their young, making a mess of the porch, but a delightful display for her and her children.   My friend came home to find the ruined nest on the doorstep.   No reason, no sense, no graciousness, just petulant anger.   Our current President has sent in heavy machinery and destroyed the White House Rose Garden.   He has covered it with concrete, turning it into a large patio, like the one he has at Mar-a-Lago.     Since he has no knowledge of the history of this garden, let me share it with you. The Rose Garden was created by Ellen Axson Wilson, the first wife of Woodrow Wilson.   She was an artist so gifted that she received her own art show at a prestigious New York ga...

A Lesson From the Past

In this column, which I wrote almost twenty years ago, I spoke of the reverenced love I feel for my country.   I will never, never, forgive our current President and the people who enable and promote his venomous agenda, for turning that love into fear.   And yet, for my parents, my children and my grandchildren I WILL keep the faith.   My favorite 4 th of July moment happened in Philadelphia.   We were visiting the Liberty Bell, which no longer hangs in the belfry of Philadelphia Hall, but is housed, across the street, in the Liberty Bell Center.   We were there on July 8 th , which is the anniversary of the date when the bell was rung in 1776 to summon citizens to the first public reading of our Declaration of Independence.   It was hot.   There was a long line.   It didn’t matter.             Two things happened that day that will make me smile my whole life long.   The first happ...

Lessons Learned From a Bassinet

The bassinet in which I placed my first child was the same one which my mother had used for me.   It was, in fact, the same bassinet that had held my mother and each of her sisters.     Every one of my cousins slept in that bassinet.   Eventually the bassinet was used for my grandchildren.   Not just my grandchildren, but my cousins’ grandchildren also used this same bassinet.   There have been five generations of babies who have used that sturdy, whicker basket.   The legs have been redone by skilled fathers.   The mattress and flowing draped cloth that formed the liner and skirt have been new with each family.   It has become the pride and honor of each of these mothers, whether members of this family by blood or marriage, to pass this bassinet to the next expectant member of my mother’s family.   The bassinet must have been built with incredible care, and it surely has been treated with equal reverence.   It has also been paint...

Honoring Our Fallen Dead on Memorial Day

  This column about Memorial Day was written when we had a real President in the Oval Office.   It assumed we had a President who knew how and when to make an executive decision and had advisors around him who could offer competent advice to temper that President’s decisions.   Unfortunately, Trump makes his best guess about how to structure his day while moving his bowels at 3:00 a.m.—hopefully upon his gold toilet.   [Note to self: do not EVER touch Trump’s iphone!] So, keeping in mind that all genuine and serious Presidential decisions must be put on hold for the next 4 years, I offer up my column to honor those who fought and died for a much better America than Trump envisions.            Memorial Day is the day we honor those who died while serving in our nation’s armed forces.   The numbers of those honorees are staggering.      Civil War:        ...