WHERE DO I BEGIN?

A series of essays.....

INSIDE THE GILDED PENTHOUSE ~ HIGH ABOVE NEW YORK CITY
Image by 'Curbed NY

.....as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

First of all, as an avid news fan who occasionally wishes she'd not changed her initial major of Journalism at Indiana University South Bend to English, Secondary Education, upon transferring to Michigan State University, I believe that every single moment of our daily news is head turning and, absolutely, mind blowing!

Secondly, whether we agree or not with what is happening around us within this present political climate, I would have to say that this is one helluva time to be a journalist!!

Where do I even begin?

Before heading down a million roads towards greediness, hate, and personal vindictiveness that some of us associate with the new D.C. agenda, which includes conflict of interest, abuse of power, propaganda, possible spousal abuse, and the 'fear-then-relief' tactics used to manipulate both the general citizenry of our nation, as well as all groups and divisions associated with governing and watching over our best interests, I will choose my topic wisely today.

It is exhausting trying to keep up with everything coming down the pike out of Washington D.C. this week. Many of us knew it would be like this immediately following the inauguration last Friday. The whirlwind of executive orders and 'unfactual' news briefings are, almost, secondary to the pettiness and ego-bruising experienced by this new 'leader' who now, by the way, has the power to run/ruin our country. 

BILL MAHER ~ HOST OF THE HBO POLITICAL
TALK SHOW, REAL TIME WITH BILL MAHER

When woman unite, as we did this past Saturday in the Woman's March 2017 that happened all around the world, we prove to be a force to be reckoned with. Jane Fonda was asked by Bill Maher, host of the political talk show Real Time, if the reason behind women marching so soon after the inauguration was because women were sore losers and were mourning the loss of Hillary Clinton as President. Her reply was, "We are not sore losers. It's because of rapid climate change....we know we don't have time to make mistakes. It's time to stop fretting and start fighting!" Boom!!

I never believed that Americans would have to make such a difficult choice in order to move forward. But, we do. We can choose the Constitution of the United States or we can decide to live in 'Trumpland' and deal with the variables that make-up this fear-ridden world. It's not a game. Adapting to this new era of ours, created by our own hand (I'm loath to admit), is imperative to our sound mental health and general well being. I choose our Constitution...!

In my estimation, his tactics can be likened to an high-speed missile attached to a steam roller. It's as if untethered velocity and indecent quantity have usurped logic and common sense for him. Possibly, another job or mission is occupying his thoughts these days and propelling him forward at such a rapid pace? Not to mention that his ego is being artificially flattered by paid performers whose every laugh and clap would send chills down the backs of a majority of people.

Sadly, my six-year-old grandson can weather most forms of 'varied opinion' and constructive criticism better than this man of seventy years of age! Without ever having to throw a tantrum at all.

I can picture a small boy by the name of Donald roaming the marble-clad halls of his family's home desperately seeking proof, even if it's only from his own reflection staring back at him via the multitude of gilded-framed mirrors and shiny stone walls, that his very existence on this earth was important....substantial. Each day of his life was spent proving his own worth and seeking praise and love from the adults that encompassed his world. 

FRED AND MARY ANNE MACLEOD TRUMP
WITH SON AT NEW YORK
MILITARY ACADEMY

I have never claimed to be a doctor or psychologist and I'm certainly not in any legal position to make direct comments on the whys and why nots surrounding Donald Trump, as an adult man or as a small child. What I am, however, is a Mother and a Grandmother. I have earned certain rights when it comes to opinions regarding praise, or lack thereof, sincere appreciation of a child's accomplishments and struggles by way of hugs and kisses, and the immanent importance of letting your child know how grateful you are to have them in your life; loving them with all of your being. That can only be described as a privilege and a blessing uniquely subscribed to by every parent in the world, biological or adopted. At least, it should be.

The child in the 'gilded cage' above may or may not have had the opportunity to experience unconditional love through the parenting he has received. And, no matter how much research I've accumulated on this topic, I will never know for certain due to the obvious lack of personal observation at the time. Studying history does have its limitations. But, if I were to venture a guess, I would have to say that this chronologically mature man is showing symptoms, based on his 'needy' and juvenile desire for acceptance and praise, of lacking the example of positive emotions early on in life.

Sadly, the White House has had to issue a statement this past Tuesday requesting privacy for the youngest son of Melania and Donald Trump stating that Barron, ten years old, has been made fun of and bullied on social media. Harassing children in any way has always been considered an understood taboo and it was unfortunate that a young, female writer for "Saturday Night Live," the longstanding nemesis of Donald Trump, would have tweeted a highly unfavorable post about Barron on Inaugural Day last Friday. She has been suspended indefinitely for her actions. I agree with that decision.

The focus of the White House was to extend the tradition of allowing the children of presidents the opportunity to grow up outside of the political spotlight. Knowing exactly what Barron Trump has to look forward to, and having gone through eight years of scrutiny along the way herself, Chelsea Clinton, the daughter of Bill and Hillary Clinton, is a huge supporter of Barron. Posting a statement on her Facebook page over the weekend, Chelsea encouraged people to "lay off Barron." Further stating that, "He deserves the chance that every child does...to be a kid."

Our society has become more understanding and protective of our children, especially when they are thrust into the spotlight. This consideration was, unfortunately, not the norm six or seven decades ago. I have to ask myself if Barron's father was a victim of harassment and low self esteem while at a very young and vulnerable age years ago. Did he reach out for help only to receive a blind eye, a harsh hit of competitiveness, without ever having the luxury of hearing from one reassuring voice....a kind or loving word in return?

Being the son of a seemingly loving mother, coupled with the wise words of others who have been there before him, I have high hopes that Barron Trump will survive and do quite well in this crazy, mixed-up world we live in today. I am, genuinely, hoping that all of us make it through these highly unpredictable times!

Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes

All rights reserved

I HEAR SOMETHING BUBBLING OUT THERE!!!

I will be the first to tell you that when I see Evil winning over Good, it's time to do something about it before it's too late. It may be in the form of a bully, a person getting away with murder, hurting another through lies and innuendo, or blatantly cheating others in order to get their way. When all of these aspects are combined in one group or individual and they are getting away with it, the ramifications are staggering and hurtful.

When the Trump/Pence ticket succeeded in our Presidential election in November, I was mortified to the point that it was difficult to perform the basic functions of breathing, eating, and sleeping. My faith in the meaning of all that is good was shattered. Fear for the future consumed me. The disappointment in my fellow man was unpalatable. Something quite evil was taking place and hiding under the covers like a small child could save me from it.

Well, of course, as a functioning adult this was simply nonsense. Even so, the dark shadow shrouding me from the light increased in size every day and I felt helpless and alone. The day I discovered that I was not alone saved my life. I understood that women from all walks of life were planning to march together in large, strong numbers in Washington D.C. on January 21 and that my own daughter would be marching among them. I heard that a strong-spoken, action taking Congressman had enough guts to tell the truth to the American people. I heard of a 'working guide' that created countermeasures to thwart the evil brewing within this new administration.

No, I am not alone, but for a very long time I felt like it and, it's a miserable feeling. Things are happening and footsteps are falling heavy along the path of Hope. We must work together to make our voices heard. We must stay strong and vigilant as we pull back on the evil shadow that attempts to blind us from all of the good that we know truly exists. If we try hard enough, we will win!

~~~J. Hughes

 A series of essays.....

WOMEN'S MARCH ON WASHINGTON ~ 2017
graphic by Liza Donovan

.....as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

You might remember cracking open the large, multi-faceted shell of a golden walnut with a silver instrument that resembled a crude dental device that might have been used to extract a tooth in the wild, wild west of the 1800's. I certainly do. 

It was always during Christmastime when my Mother would place a wooden bowl of mixed nuts out for family and guests to crack open and excavate. This excavation, by the way, was achieved by inserting a lethal-looking metal pick into the particular fruit/légume and relieving the tasty meat from its stubborn shell. Any sibling retaliation was always observed and noted while these archaic instruments existed in our living room. 

Occasionally, after all that hard work and anticipation, the reward was a bite of luscious seed that sometimes tasted as metallic as the pick being used to work it free. It was a hit-or-miss, messy, kind of an operation that had its benefits more often than not.

Life's philosophy of hard work, hoping for the best, and receiving occasional benefits from it all has always been one of my sound reasons for waking up in the morning. Since early November of last year, somehow, the pure joy of hard work and accomplishment has diminished for me.  Oh, I still go through the motions of the day and dirty clothes don't wash themselves, that's for sure. And, having Family stay for the holidays helped to occupy my mind and heart in a good way.

My very approach to life has been changed, altered, rearranged, reconfigured.....call it what you will, since November 8, 2016. And, I will be brutally honest with myself when I say that it has not been for the best. Coping techniques have become the norm. Now, toss in a pinch of disappointment in my fellow man; a smidgen of embarrassment for the embracement of pure greed and narcissism; a dollop of confusion about future chaos that's as plain as the nose on my face......and, you have a frightening recipe for disaster that will haunt (not nourish) us for many years to come. It will change our lives completely and set the stage for vulnerability, the likes of which we have not witnessed for many years.

When that 'future chaos' includes the praising of ideas and blatant collaboration with a madman from Russia, appointing the super-rich to some of the highest offices within our government, ignoring the health and welfare of millions of American citizens, depriving women of their right to monitor their bodies and protect themselves through Planned Parenthood, and, now...working diligently to swiftly weaken the programs set-up to assist all of us as we age, Medicare and Social Security, you and I both realize that there is a premeditated plan behind all of this!!

That is, of course, if we, truly, care about ourselves, as we should about every other living soul around us.

You do realize that pure greed is the sounding board by which those now in power (especially Congress) wish to conduct life and, the November 2016 elections have assured them of that power for a period of time that could break apart the backbone of this country, spewing it out in a million shattered pieces. Pure greed and their, seemingly, total disgust for our middle-class, our poor, our disabled, the homeless, women in general, minorities, education, health, and anyone or anything that serves to eliminate the chances of lining their own pockets with gold. You do realize this by now, right?

Maybe you thought that being able to hold-on to your precious weapons (guns) was the most important thing you had to fight for. Now, many of you are beginning to realize that it might be your health insurance that takes priority. The ridiculous notion that your precious guns would be taken away from you was only the fear driven into you over and over again by the NRA and anyone who wanted you to believe it for their own political advancement. You know that now, don't you? 

Let me be the first to tell you that this new regime that is infiltrating Washington D.C. and beyond will be a very tough nut to crack. Unlike the walnut that might be crushed under pressure but its seed relinquishes its hold, exposing the trickery and disparagement of human rights brought on by the so-called 'entitled in government' will be likened to the Brazil nut. These seeds will be much more difficult to extract from their shell and we will have to 'pick' our way through to the meat of our problems with intelligence, precision, and honest determination.

I hear it. I feel it. There's something bubbling out there and it is definitely not the sound of complacency!

The wisdom of Doctor Martin Luther King is ringing loud and clear through the windswept hillsides, metropolitan landscapes, golden meadows, and 'small town' America alike: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." 

I, ashamedly, admit to becoming silent when it came to the one instrument that I knew I could utilize to its greatest advantage, my writing. I sat back and cowered in my own small world of 'doom and gloom' without realizing that I had, overnight, become silent about things that really mattered to me. Guilty as charged. 

What had changed all of us who, deep down, knew better? Again, it was the bubbling sound of solidarity; the wisdom of realizing that we were not alone in this and that we could do something about what we knew was wrong and paralyzing to our well being.....if we did it together. As Congressman and Civil Rights leader, John Lewis, preaches from his heart and past experiences: "If you see something that is not right, not fair, not just, you have a moral obligation to do something about it. Get out there and push, and stand up, and speak out, and get in the way the same that my generation got in the way. Get in trouble. Good trouble. Necessary trouble."

Saturday, January 21, 2017, thousands of women and men will be marching in protest of the new administration and their agenda of stripping the American people of their rights to, and hopes for, a brighter, healthier future. The day after the inauguration, thousands of women have organized to march on Washington D.C. in support of women's rights and affordable health care. 'Sister' marches are planned for all 50 states and in 32 countries around the world. That's pretty powerful and should prove to all of us that we are not alone in this movement to stop something that is not right. Our voices will be heard. Our presence will be seen. Our numbers will be noted. 

According to USA TODAY NETWORK, "It means the rally is a starting point. For the women coming as far away as California and Hawaii, there’s concern that women’s rights could be rolled back by Congress and the new Republican White House. These include some of the causes women fought for dating to the suffragette convention in 1848 in Seneca Falls, N.Y. — such as affordable health care.

It's unclear how much impact the rally will have on the agenda of the incoming administration. Organizers hope the significance of the march, bringing together more than 100 different interest groups including Planned Parenthood, Sierra Club, NAACP and MoveOn.org, will be a web of activism spun in its aftermath."

Something is bubbling out there and its intensity is astounding!

Another anti-Republican White House movement made up of regular citizens resisting the new administration's greedy agenda is called "Indivisible." 

Co-authored by many ex-Congressional pages, such as Mr. Ezra Levin, high school students who applied for the opportunity to provide supplemental support to House operations in a variety of capacities, "Indivisible" is a free guide that can be used however any person or group sees fit. 

So far, hundreds of groups have been formed all over the United States utilizing the knowledge written within this guide and website. Every single person who worked on it is a volunteer who is doing this in his/her free time without coordination or support from their employers. Their only goal is to help the real leaders on the ground who are resisting the Republican White House agenda on their home turf.

Mr. Levin explains that this guide recognizes the 'stages of grief' millions of us have gone through after this election. How many of us live in despair over the potential harm this administration has over so many of this country's good citizens. He and his fellow volunteers have firsthand knowledge of how Congress works and expertise in being able to dissect the Tea Party's tactical success. Their hope is to help you say, as a citizen: "This behavior is not acceptable!"

Go to indivisibleguide.com to acquire your copy of this helpful guide and learn for yourself how these former congressional staffers reveal their best practises for making Congress listen. And please, please spread the word! Only folks who know this exists will use it. Good luck. We will win.

Times are changing. We are feeling the power of solidarity and the desire to be a part of that sisterhood/brotherhood of change. I have often mentioned that being a product of the '60's has illustrated to me and my generation that coming together for a good cause does matter. It does work. 

Being a writer, I recognize the scenario of "good vs. evil" and how these opposite forces create a power struggle that is woven throughout every fiber of our history. Good is a thing which will not hurt anyone but evil does do damage. For example, ignorance, by definition is evil, while being educated in all current matters is just and good. 

Why would anyone consciously promote the downfall or decline of a group or groups of people? What benefit would that serve anyone? Is history, sadly, repeating itself? These questions I hope to tackle in the near future. But, until then please remember that it's okay to....  

"Get in trouble. Good trouble. Necessary trouble." And, make your voice be heard!

Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes

All rights reserved

COFFEEHOUSE CHATTER: DOING THE BEST YOU CAN

A series of stories.....

LIFE: COFFEEHOUSE STYLE ~ WITH A HOLIDAY TWIST FOR 2016

.....as seen through my eyes! 

By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

The neighborhood coffeehouse is a refuge for those seeking conversation with friends, free WiFi, a cozy corner to create in, a good coffee and tea selection, as well as a little peace and solitude....especially during the hustle and bustle of this holiday season. You, my friends, will come up with more, but three places that make me feel subdued to the point of gentle whispers and soft, controlled movements are places of worship, libraries, and our local coffeehouse.

You might think otherwise about the noise level within our coffeehouse since most of us do gather with the direct purpose of talking, reuniting with old friends, and conducting business. Even so, each time I swing open the large, double French doors, my visual consists of pockets of interesting people but, my audio, like music to my ears, includes everything from the hissing of the espresso machine to the inquisitive expressions of the barista trying to determine if an order is for 'here' or 'to go.'

My tall mug of Brazilian light roast was meant for a leisurely visit 'here' with ample opportunity to listen-in on the conversations going on around me. I promise myself to always be discreet as I snuggle into a comfortable chair at a corner table. From this vantage point, even facial expressions can tell a story and my imagination, earnestly, takes flight. After all, subtle observation with a certain degree of discretion is a writer's persona. It may be cold outside, but the warmth of coffee and conversation inside lends a festive atmosphere with Christmas only a few days away.....

Interpreted thoughts:

BRYAN: (Sitting at a small table alone, with sketch pad in hand. Quizzical look on his young, rugged face.) Man, I needed this cuppa this morning! I hope my friend (Josh...shall we say?) isn't snowed in. I need his opinion and text on this sketch. Whew.... Glad I'm a graphic designer right about now instead of pursuing creative writing at State. I don't think I could adequately put into words what I'm feeling at this moment, and make any sense of what's happening in this crazy world today. Anyway, at least I can draw my feelings. Hope they approve of them, too.

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MILLY: (Seasoned looking writer near a small window. Apple i-Pad opened in front of her. Fingers poised over the add-on keyboard. Salt & pepper hair is wind-blown with Hippie-like intent.)   Merde!!! I need another cup of coffee. My hands aren't even shaking yet!! (Smile grows on her soft, crepe-aged face) Submitting this one later this afternoon, old girl! I've been successfully creating poetry for ages now and, I'm so grateful that the thoughts and ideas keep flowing. Seems this place has offered me warmth, inspiration and lots of coffee over the years. (Scrutinizing the bold-faced watch on her left arm) Well, still time to check Facebook for a few minutes. Remember to get a to-go cup for the chilly walk home later... 

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ALICE: (Swirling her teabag to the point of frustration. Waiting for someone to join her...soon. Lines crease her forehead. Her young, pretty face aging with each tick of the 'cup-n-saucer' clock that hangs on the wall above her.) Well, Merry Christmas to me!!! And, I thought I was so smart! He'd better get here soon before I turn into a blubbering, hot mess!! I'm not ready for this. This wasn't planned. This is not how I wanted it to play out for us. Well, he's not going to run. (Her deep blue eyes squinting at the French door entryway) Neither one of us is ready to be a parent.... But, it will work-out. We'll make it work-out together because, damn it....I love him so much!

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Snapping back into reality, I see that Bryan's friend, (Josh, perhaps?), has arrived, kicking snow from his shoes, coffee in hand. Milly is sipping the third cup of 'strong black' I've seen since perching myself in this corner observation deck. And, it appears that our beautiful, young Alice has lost her nerve, abandoned her tea and abruptly exited through the swinging French doors! "Those who say there's nothing like a nice cup of tea for calming the nerves never had *real* tea. It's like a syringe of adrenaline straight to the heart!" so quotes the Cheshire Cat. Now, I sit here hoping that I wasn't, actually, right about our sweet Alice. That wouldn't be fair.

Polite observations:

LADY IN RED: (Sipping a cafe mocha for pleasure and warmth) I am so blessed this year. All of our kids and 'kiddles' will be coming home for the holidays. Even Randy is on a week's leave from his latest tour in Afghanistan! 

LADY IN BLUE: Does everyone know about Randy coming home?

LADY IN RED: No, and Paul and I don't know if we should spill the beans, so to speak, or keep it as a major surprise for everyone. What do you think? Oh, I'm so excited!

LADY IN BLUE: (Gently placing her coffee cup on the small, round tabletop) Then, I say....let it be one of the biggest and best gifts you could possible give to all of his siblings. They will appreciate it forever, my friend. Merry Christmas!

LADY IN RED: (As tears pour down her cheeks like spring raindrops feeding the flowers, surely, to arrive, she hugs her friend in BLUE and whispers in her ear) Yes, a very Merry Christmas, indeed.....

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OLD MAN: Finished shopping yet?

OLD WOMAN: (Sadness in her voice) No. It's difficult doing everything myself.

OLD MAN: (Slowly tipping his cup to his lips) You know I hate to shop.

OLD WOMAN: I know. Life is rough. (Inadvertently squishing her spent teabag with her fingertip as it rests in the bowl of her spoon) I'll manage. I always do.

OLD MAN: The kids will all arrive tomorrow night, you know.

OLD WOMAN: (Glimmer of hope in her eyes) I'm aware of that. Maybe Mary will give me a hand then.

OLD MAN: More tea?

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FATHER: (Both hands clasped to his steaming, white porcelain mug) Damn, it's cold out there! I don't think your Mother and I can take this bitter cold anymore.

SON: (Late thirty-something) Dad, don't start talking about Florida again. You and Mom have lived here all of your life. And, besides, your grandchildren would miss you guys!

FATHER: And, that's the stickler.....! We can't live without them, either. They grow and change so much every day. It's like watching you and your brother grow-up all over again. (Lips pursed, eyes staring, deep in thought) But, we are going to discuss Florida....right now.

SON: (Sloshing coffee on the tabletop as he, abruptly, places his mug down on the hard surface) What are you talking about? What do you and Mom have up your sleeve? Can't we talk about this after we all open our presents and enjoy Christmas dinner? Dad....come on. Have a heart.

FATHER: (With a smile on his handsome face) Well, we offer a compromise, at the risk of being labeled 'snowbirds,' that is. Mom and I have a date with a realtor in Naples next Saturday. We're flying down at the end of the week. We'll be looking for a place to stay for a two-month stint, beginning in January and through the 'rough stuff' up here in February. 

SON: (Looking, slightly, relieved) You'll keep your house up here? It'll be a temporary getaway, then? Two months?

FATHER: Yep! Your Mom and I love you guys way too much to make it permanent. (Winking) We're just looking for a short respite.

SON: I think all of us can deal with that. I love you, Dad.

The proverbial 'cherry on top!':

YOUNG WOMAN: (Slouching and whining on her side of the cushioned, faux-leather booth) I have to warm-up!!! It's freezing out there! My fingers are numb. 

YOUNG MAN: (Determination on his face) I'll be right back. They just called our order.

YOUNG WOMAN: (Moments later) Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.....! Let me get my hands around that delicious, steaming-hot mug......where are you going, baby? Did you forget something? (Total shock on her pretty face) What are you doing? I don't believe it! Oh, my goodness, you are not down on one knee!!!

YOUNG MAN: Do you remember the first time we had coffee here, babe?

YOUNG WOMAN: Ah, yes, yes I do. (Trembling) It was about two years ago. It was right before Christmas. OMG, it was exactly two years ago! 

YOUNG MAN: I think we knew then that there might have been something magical about the coffee they serve here, or something, because we both knew it was love, long before we ever said it. Right?

YOUNG WOMAN: I think that's why we come back so often. We fell in love here. Oh, sweetheart...

YOUNG MAN: (Pulling a small, black box from his coat pocket and flipping it open) Then...is there a better way to celebrate the magic for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?

(The entire coffeehouse is so silent, not even the baristas are making their happy sounds and you could, truly, hear a pin drop to the floor.)

YOUNG WOMAN: (Electrifying pause!) Of course I will! I love you so much! Here's to Christmas Magic....!

(The patrons and staff breathe out with a collective sign of relief and excitement as the Young Man slips the ring on her finger. Loud cheers for the happy couple and ecstatic applause reverberates from every nook and cranny of the little, rustic coffeehouse. The snow is dusting everything in sight outside the old and drafty, wooden windows in anticipation of the 'Big Man' himself gliding onto the rooftops in a few days time. The magic of life itself is, definitely, in the air!)

A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY AND HEALTHY NEW YEAR TO ALL!

Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes

All rights reserved

THE TASK OF MAKING AMERICA SMART AGAIN.....?

A series of essays.....

.....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes
 

To make America smart again, you would have to assume that it was smart to begin with.

And, it was....before Washington D.C. became 'the swamp' following the November 8 election, it was known as a fair and balanced ecosystem that incorporated all people, faiths, and ideologies within its borders. It was quickly drained of its kindness and left vulnerable and open to greed, fear, and foreign influence!

As a young child living with my parents, older brother and, eventually, my two younger brothers, I was young, naive, and authority figures surrounded my everyday life. They wore grown-up clothes which included suits and ties, long black 'habits' that covered everything with the exception of their face and hands, and high-necked dresses adorned with silver chains from which a studious-looking pair of eyeglasses dangled from, often resembling an awkward piece of sculpture resting on their bosom. Authoritarianism.

This doesn't include the male authority figure who would preside at daily mass and then hide in a small cupboard as he listened to our sins, offered the forgiveness of God, and then sent us out of the cupboard to pray for that forgiveness. I can recall being on the playground when this holy man would stride through us kids on his way from the Rectory to the school building. We would all silently pray that he could not recognize our voices, connect them with our faces, and know what we individually confessed to him during the week! Humbleness.

Our respect for policemen went without saying. They were there to protect us from evil. Although, at such a young age, I really didn't know what that evil consisted of. Those were the days, as well, when the family doctor came calling at our house to check my throat and take my temperature before telling my parents that I had strep throat.....again, and would have to bed rest and take his prescribed medication. Consolation.

Growing older, my world greatly expanded and my own thoughts, lifestyle, and habits began to mold and shape my individualism and formulate my ideas as an adolescent and young adult. Maturity.

Fear was an obsolete term for me as I approached adulthood. I may have only applied it to the fact that I feared losing my parents one day....the only authority figures who, whether out of love or heavy doses of pure guilt, would always have the power to affect my life like no one else could. Loyalty.

I am, significantly, older now. I have lived through so much while making many decisions along with minor/major life changes. I have become book-smart, responsible, commonsensical, often goofy and carefree, with one of my greatest attributes being the ability to listen. It has always been a pleasure of mine to listen to what others have to say. Everyone is important and everyone has something they need to tell someone else. But, not everyone has the patience to just.....listen to them.

Aging and living a full life has taught me how important all of life's lessons are, whether good, bad, or indifferent.

Now that I am older, the level of my intelligence, I've determined, is not measured by an I.Q. rating or how many Facebook quizzes have been aced recently. Rather, it is based upon the observance of what is going on and being said and being acted upon (or not) within this amazing world we live in. 

Admittedly, we now live in a world of massive doses of positive and negative stimulus, mainly due to social media. Does having all of this information, literally at our fingertips, make us smarter? Or, is it information overload at its most ineffectiveness? Having graciously earned senior adult status, I have a few things to say about this.....

While I was living out my childhood under the thumb of the authority figures who impacted everyday life, I, more than likely, was making mental notes about what was going on within my own small world. Did I know or care about who the President of the United States was, what his job or purpose was? No.

What I did note was what influenced me the most at the time, which included how my parents treated one another, what my closest relatives (including grandparents) taught us about the world and the people around us, the importance of an older brother obtaining a college education, and the unimportance of girls, in general, achieving that same goal. How all young girls needed to protect their innocence, remain chaste, and never give in to their instinctive feelings or emotions. And yet....a boy wasn't considered a man until he had had sex for the first time! No double-standards here!!

When you stop to think about it, children growing up in the 1950's were primed and in full acceptance of their beliefs and experiences that were to follow in the mid-1960's. 

Simply stated....we had had enough!

We evolved into free-thinkers with an education and the ability to discuss with our peers the challenges, insecurities, and inequalities that made-up our lives, including the working establishment that we knew we could not avoid if we were to survive in this world. We remembered how many of our Mothers had been treated as second-class citizens by our own Fathers. How our relatives preached white supremacy under the guise of self-protection from the Negros that could do us bodily harm. And, how, as a young woman, we were guilty of 'leading men on' by the style of clothes we wore, if we filed our nails in the public eye, or if the kids we hung around with lived on the 'wrong side' of the tracks. Ah! No bigotry or racism there!

Sitting here pounding the keys of my i-Pad today, having already lived through many Presidents, some bad and some better than most, it's difficult to wake up in the morning without thinking about what is transpiring on the political scene today, in this case somewhere between Washington D.C. and a golden tower on Fifth Avenue in New York City. I, literally, attempt to suppress my feelings of fear and anxiety about the future by keeping myself away from cable news and Facebook. How's that working for you, kid? Admittedly, not very well. 

Always questioning what is going on around me, I decided to analyze the slogan made famous on the 'chapeau rouge' worn by this President-elect throughout his campaign. "Make America Great Again!" Thinking back far into my own childhood, I tried to recall what made America great back then and for whom was it so great and wonderful? 

Certainly not for many females, especially when, even in the mid to late 1960's, they were told that sending them to college was a waste of time and money. Certainly not for the poor who earned minimum wages while attempting to put food on the table each day. Certainly not for a person of color who had to fight for his/her equality every waking moment and were chided and controlled by a military force known as the local police. And, certainly not for the lonely, oppressed Mother who made the decision not to have more children even if it meant bleeding to death by a wire coat hanger knowing that this was the only way she had control of her own body......

Basic control over what others may say and do.....is that what this new administration believes will make America great again? 

In Baton Rouge, Louisiana earlier this week, after having recently won the title of Person of the Year by Time Magazine, the President-elect was openly complaining to his constituents that this title used to be called Man of the Year before adapting to the (in his words) politically correct version of 'Person.' Evidently, making America manly once again by not acknowledging the hard work of women or the presence of strong women within our society, will aid him in making America great again!!!

Being a woman and having two strong woman as daughters who, in turn, have introduced to the world three amazingly intelligent daughters of their own.....  I REFUSE to go backwards into the future. Especially, not back into the dark ages of our country's history where equality among people as a whole was non-existent, most men and women had no designs on their own destiny, and absolute power was in the hands of a few rich, mature white men.

The definitive progress made by mankind in the last several decades that was guided by mutual respect and understanding for one another is about as far back in time as I choose to go. Most of us have worked way too hard to have all of our long fought battles reversed by people who just wanted to shake-up our government, take back jobs that have been mechanized and are non-existent, who failed to understand that lies and deception are the new rules and guidelines set-up by the very person they voted for, and taking the benefits of a decent life of education, health care, earned rights of Social Security benefits and Medicare back into the dark ages.

If 'The Dumbing-Up of America' serves the handful of filthy rich and greedy characters that desire to deny Americans their basic freedoms, then hope will go by the wayside. The once great United States of America will tumble into a heap of rubble that cannot and will not be respected by the rest of the world. That decline has already become evident to many of us.

Is it too late, fellow Americans, to 'Make America Smart Again?' If it isn't, we had better get our act together NOW and do something to renew our Hope and Faith in a nation that is quickly melting into the hands of foreign powers, unhealthy greed, and the frigid bonds of dictatorship.

Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes

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ANOTHER BRIGHT STAR ~ TOO SOON!

A series of essays.....

~~TAKE REFUGE IN THE COZINESS OF THE 'STARRY NIGHT'~~

    Courtesy of The Imaginative Conservative



.....as seen through my eyes!

By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

Look up to the night sky tonight and you will clearly see another bright star shining down upon us.These stars are very special, you understand, because they represent the Mothers, Daughters, Sisters, Wives, Aunts, and members of the Sisterhood who have left our earthly company, with many having departed far too soon! 

Take refuge in the coziness of the night sky, my Sister!

Nestle in amongst the brave who have flown before you,

For, your time is now.

Certainly, God created the stars above to offer all of us hope; to shower those left behind in the brilliance of star beams and majestic twinkles so that we will never have to feel alone. 

Women comprise the earthly community of caregivers who, like an unrelenting firestorm, swiftly sweep through their domain rarely swerving in their determination to do what is best for everyone around them. They are mother to their own offspring, nourishing and protecting, while extending these magnanimous gifts to all children and anyone in need of a generous spirit or a masterful portion of dignity of the soul. This combination of qualities enables a woman to handle trouble with firmness (protect), disdain injustice, and be loyal and trustworthy under all circumstances.

Remain vigilant and firm in the hereafter, dear Sister!

Believe that your roots continue to grow strong and sound and that

Memory serves the soul of those left behind.

This is why those of us left here on Earth without you, Mother, mistrust our own emotions, doubt ourselves, and challenge the ability to cope with your loss. 

Heartbreak is having a Mother leave too soon.....sixty-two years of age....with so many young grandchildren left to wonder and ask the adults, "Why?" Answers forthcoming. And I, being her only daughter, her proud new friend, was filtering grief under a starlit Chicago sky while holding the hands of my own two young daughters; husband cautiously engaged in support and love. Really....what is the 'perfect' combination of words you might offer someone who has just lost a parent, her Mother, confidant, friend? A veneer of 'protective numbness' encased my being on that long, somber drive back to Michigan that night....under those same brilliant stars that showered their heavenly light, guiding us along that stretch of the I-94 highway.

Oh, night sky starred with bright earthly flowers,

I transfix on one special bloom, larger and brighter than the rest.

And bask in its light as it shines down upon me.

This past Sunday morning, a bold, new star dances above us, navigating the heavens, and shining her light upon the earthbound loved ones who look up to the night sky in search of the right answers, not only for their children, but for themselves, as well. 

This past Sunday morning, Lucille, Mother to our son-in-law, Eric, lost her battle with pancreatic cancer. 

Generous of spirit, extremely liberal when bestowing gifts, laughter, and love upon everyone around her, Lucille, wife of Alan, Mother of Adam and Eric, daughters-in-law, Melissa and Alexandria, and Grandmother to four talented, young spirits, Sarah, Amanda, Brenna, and Gavin.....you have left all of us way too soon!

Derived from Latin and French ("Loo-Sill") with an English pronunciation of "Loo-Seel," your name makes me think of a young girl, with thick, golden hair in long plaits resting down her back, running joyfully through a field of sweet grasses and wildflowers! It reminds me of fun and laughter on a Saturday morning watching "I Love Lucy" reruns and repeating the risibility of its contents over and over for her devoted fans to enjoy.

Lucille....not Lou or Lulu, Lucy, Lucie, Cici, or Luce. At least I have never heard you labeled by any of these nicknames throughout our time together. The strength of 'Lucille' always seemed to fit you best! 

The significance of your name was a special and pleasant surprise for me when I discovered that the name, Lucille, means Light: Moonlight, bright light, a state of awareness and understanding, spiritual knowledge and illumination or, 'The Light' in certain doctrine that describes a divine presence in each person. 

Looking up into the night sky tonight, another bright star will illuminate the heavens next to Olga, Beverly, and so many other Moms and caretakers who continue to shine their loving light down upon the children they have left here on earth. In this act alone, we will find peace and comfort and understanding beneath the star beams and majestic twinkles we so often wish upon.

Take refuge in the coziness of the night sky, my Sister!

Nestle in amongst the brave who have flown before you,

For, your time is now and forever!

In Loving Memory of Lucille Miller Siskind.

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GIVING THANKS FOR THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE AND MEMORIES.....

A series of essays.....

PILGRIM SALT & PEPPER SHAKERS ~  CIRCA 1956  (REPRODUCTION)

.....as seen through my eyes!



By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

When I think of skills, I recall the many hours Mom spent chopping cup upon cup of celery, onions, and carrots. She would peel mountains of potatoes before cutting and boiling them in a large, heavy pot of salted water. Skill, yes, but endurance, as well. This all began around four o'clock in the morning, when the hour was dark and the rest of us were all snuggled deep into our bedsheets and blankets dreaming of the feast to follow.

Interestingly, I still use the same potato peeler that Mom used way back when. It continues to work better than any peeler I've purchased on my own. 

We would have already named the huge bird the day or so before via popular consensus, being careful to recall his name from last season to avoid repetition. But, somehow, I remember him being called Tom more often than not.

Secretly, I think Mom rather enjoyed this time alone; those special hours before the songbird's initial twitter outside the kitchen window, or the first rays of sunlight rose above the horizon, while the household quietly breathed above her head. She was alone with her thoughts. There wasn't another soul near her to distract the steady rhythm of her work. Mom could do most everything that needed to be done, during those wee hours of Thanksgiving Morning, in the dark.....if need be. She had been doing it for so many years. 

I would like to think that Mom chopped and sliced while dreaming of walking a sandy, sun-dappled Hawaiian beach. The sound of the crashing waves giving her the power and strength she needed, while the crisp snap of swaying palm fronds moved like exotic hula dancers above, casting unique shadows along her path. Mom loved the thought of being in Hawaii. I don't know to this day if she would have ever taken the chance and flown there. Dreaming about it might have been as good as being there for her. 

I did ask her about Hawaii once. She only smiled at me as if to say that it would, in all likelihood, never happen. It never did....

I picture my Mom, under the bright kitchen lights, stuffing 'Tom' with marked vigor and taking out her aggressions with each cramming spoonful of her made-from-scratch dressing going into the cavity before pinning back the legs in preparation for baking. Women give vent to their frustration in various ways. I know that I would have utilized this opportunity to vent, if needed.

Back in those days, my youth, her young womanhood, girls were instructed not to 'make waves,' especially in public, and not often even in the privacy of their own home. They were to be happy to have a roof over their heads, children in which to take care of, and a husband who (hopefully) brought home his paycheck each week in order to pay the bills and keep that roof right where it belonged. The mid-1950's lost any charm it might have had....quickly, in my book.

I noticed, even as a young girl, how little 'alone time' my Mom had. If she wasn't wrestling with one of us four kids, she was cooking every evening meal, cleaning, washing tons of laundry, and falling into bed each night exhausted and thinking about doing it all over again the next day! Was the smile she graced us with while preparing breakfast before school genuine? I'd like to think so. It, certainly, meshed nicely with the kiss on the cheek we received before sitting down at the table. 

Having made the cranberry sauce the day before, and making sure the cut potatoes were fully covered with water in the pot so as not to air-purple before cooking, she may have had a moment to brew herself a cup of Lipton Tea in her favorite mug and sit down at the kitchen table. 

I wish I had had the wherewithal to pinpoint these special moments back then and ask her what she had been thinking about as she meticulously squeezed the used teabag into her teaspoon and placed it on the napkin beside her mug. Sipping her Half-n-Half laced brew, a habit I never adopted, I wonder now if any regrets were besieging her thoughts as morning shadows began to swirl around her kitchen? And, if so, with whom did she talk about them? Or, was the vast silence she contained within her only ally, her personal source of comfort?

Was a Mother's young daughter equipped to encapsulate such adult emotions and be able to decipher them with the reasoning that each one righteously deserved? Most likely not. But, I did experience these emotions in so many other ways. The silent tear that skimmed down a cheek, the far away look in her beautiful gaze, or a soft hand placed on mine as if telling me it would be all right. Even the very young can be touched by these signs.

The mouthwatering aroma of the baking bird would, eventually, slither up the staircase calling each one of our names. I am reminded of the black and white cartoons on a Saturday morning as I followed the visual of the curlicued scent downstairs where my Mom sat sipping from her favorite mug. The sheer act of hugging and kissing her was a simple yet marvelous gift to me. Inhaling the freshness of the cut vegetables and various spices that mingled with a touch of perspiration on her brow.....will linger with me forever.

It made me so happy to share a little bit of time alone with her, pajama clad as we both were, seeking the warmth of the kitchen. We discussed how many people would be sitting around our maple table in the dining room for dinner that afternoon. It was my job to find the autumn-themed tablecloth and matching napkins in the cupboard to be placed on the table after the two maple 'leaves' were put in to extend its size and, hopefully, accommodate all of us. 

Mom always cooked way too much food for Thanksgiving. I believe it was her way of giving a large part of herself to everyone she loved so much. She would tell me it was easier to cook a grand variety of dishes rather than try to second guess what everyone liked. So, we had several options for vegetables, sweet potato casserole and mashed potatoes with gravy (made from turkey drippings), cranberry sauce and frozen fruit salad (my favorite dish), and, occasionally, a good sized ham to accompany 'Tom' on the table. Our hearts and stomachs were filled by her gracious love. 

Cleaning up after the meal was a lethargic process that demanded concentration and lots of willpower. Admittedly, it remains my most loathsome part of cooking a large meal today. In those days, being the only daughter in a world of three brothers placed me beside Mom back in the kitchen once again. By this time the males were all gathered near the television watching the traditional Lions and Bears football confrontation and Grandma sat at the kitchen table offering conversation while nursing her after-dinner coffee and a cigarette. For the most part, Mom and I worked like clockwork. After all, we were a team.

Times have changed a bit and, having raised two daughters of my own, I reflect upon our time together naming the turkey without becoming too attached to it, mashing the potatoes, and placing the warm rolls into a napkin-lined basket for serving. Waking up at four in the morning was outdated no matter how many guests I fed. And, my husband was as big of a help in preparing the huge meal as he was in cleaning up afterwards. Still is to this day! God bless him.

Now our daughters have families of their own with five little ones between them. I know they are creating their own traditions every holiday that will be merged with those from both sides of their family that have been handed down throughout the years. The turkey may be deep fried instead of baked and vegetables such as kale substituted for creamed corn, but life goes on and sharing the simple things together as a family will always remain the backbone of our existence.

If I could share this precious time with my own Mother once again, I don't think I would change a single thing. What's more important is that I don't think she would, either.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO EVERYONE! Enjoy the company of those who have and will continue to touch your life whether they be family, friends, or people in need this Holiday Season. Remember to make beautiful memories together! 

A HUGE BIRTHDAY shout-out to my granddaughter, Lydia. You will always amaze and delight me! Happy 9th, with all of my Love.   

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