Speaker Pelosi – A Life in the Sun

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

The lioness roared and determined it was time to leap into the thickets and marshlands of a Presidential impeachment; taking the whole Pride with her and using the last of her nine lives to fight a just cause. In Africa the roar of a lion is amplified multiple times, sending shockwaves through the jungle –

Before Kamala Harris was elected as U.S. vice president, Pelosi was the highest ranking elected woman in U.S. history. First elected to congress in 1987, she is serving as the Speaker of the House of Representatives. Possessed of oodles of smarts, tenacity, forbearance and sheer grit, she has translated these qualities into a stellar political career “sans pareil”. In essence, she inhabits her own orbit and is not to be trifled with. She is the chosen one.

Famously, the twilight days of her formidable career intersected with the tenure of the most criminal and anti-democracy US President –  a certain discredited, malefactor called Donald Trump.

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A Poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery for Her Birthday

November 30, 1874Lucy Maud Montgomery born, English-Canadian author; best known for her  Anne of Green Gables series. She also used the pen name L.M. Montgomery. After her mother died, her father left her in the custody of her maternal grandparents, who raised her in the small community of Cavendish, Prince Edward Island. She was a lonely child, who created imaginary friends and make-believe places, kept a journal, and wrote short stories and poetry. She earned a teacher’s license at Prince of Wales College, then studied literature at Dalhoousie University in Halifax, Nova Scotia. She taught school, but didn’t enjoy it, and spent her free time writing short stories, which were published in magazines and newspapers. In 1897, she accepted a proposal of marriage, but later broke off the engagement because she fell in love with someone else, but he died of influenza. In 1898, she went to live with her widowed grandmother, who died in 1911. From 1901 to 1902, she worked in Halifax as a substitute proofreader for the newspapers Morning Chronicle and The Daily Echo. The press portrayed her as the “ideal young woman author” – a shy school teacher, wanting to write only part-time, her femininity “unspoiled.” The portrait was not much like the real Montgomery, who wrote a friend, “I am frankly in literature to make a living out of it.” Shortly after her grandmother’s death, Mongomery, at the age of 37, married Ewen MacDonald, a Presbyterian minister, with whom she had little in common. The marriage was difficult from the start – the ‘manse’ provided by the church lacked a toilet and bathroom, and her husband became increasingly depressed. Convinced that he was not of ‘the Elect’ chosen by God to go to heaven, he would sit for hours staring into space. He did nothing to help raise their children, and Montgomery suffered from bouts of depression herself. Writing was her solace. She died in 1942 of coronary thrombosis, at the age of 67. Her husband outlived her by about a year. 

Though remembered now mostly for Anne of Green Gables, she was a prolific writer, producing over 50 novels, dozens of short stories, and many poems. In her writing, even though her characters often faced adversity, there were “kindred spirits” to help them, and things came right in the end. For the many hours of pleasure her books and stories brought to generations of readers, it seems a shame that Lucy Montgomery’s life should have been so filled with isolation, sadness, and struggle.

To read her poem “The Garden in Winter” click:

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TCS: Freedom is a Dream – Rebels, Refugees, and Romantics

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on Monday mornings. This is an Open Thread forum,
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“Those who won our independence … valued
liberty as an end and as a means. They believed
liberty to be the secret of happiness and courage

to be the secret of liberty.”
            – Justice Louis D. Brandeis

“I think of a hero as someone
who understands the degree
of responsibility that comes
with his freedom.”
         – Bob Dylan

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The True Measure of Our Thanksgiving

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD

“Not what we say about our blessings,
but how we use them, is the true
measure of our Thanksgiving.”
— W.T. Purkiser,
author of
The Gifts of the Spirit

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Thanksgiving Without Pilgrims

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I am grateful for what I am and have.
My thanksgiving is perpetual.

 – Henry David Thoreau

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Thanksgiving – an American national holiday, where we celebrate the Pilgrims’ thanksgiving after the first harvest in their new land, right? Not really.

It was President George Washington who first issued a proclamation calling upon all the “people of the United States” to observe “a day of public thanksgiving and prayer” on a specific date. On September 25, 1789, in the first year of Washington’s presidency, Elias Boudinot of Burlington, New Jersey, introduced in the United States House of Representatives a resolution, “That a joint committee of both Houses be directed to wait upon the President of the United States, to request that he would recommend to the people of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging, with grateful hearts, the many signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a Constitution of government for their safety and happiness.”

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TCS: Do You Know How Kindness Grows?

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Joy is the simplest form of Gratitude
– Karl Barth, Swiss Theologian

   If we but give it time, a work of art
‘can rap and knock and enter our souls’
   and re-align us – all our molecules –
         to make us whole again.
                – P. K. Page

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One Global Town Square

by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor

“Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too

Imagine all the people
Living life in peace …

Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world …

John Lennon, “Imagine”


To read Irene’s new poem “One Global Town Square” click:

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A Famous Poet’s Poem About Poetry

Happy Birthday to Marianne Moore!

Marianne Moore (1887-1972) was born on November 15, 1887, in Kirkwood, Missouri; influential American poet, critic, editor, and translator. In 1952, her book, Collected Poems, won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and the National Book Award for Poetry. Her many poetry collections include The Pangolin and Other Verse, What Are Years, and O to Be a Dragon. She died at age 84 in 1972, after a series of strokes.

Marianne Moore was a true original – she was so original that critics and academics are still arguing about what some of her poems really mean!

In her poem called “Poetry” she begins by admitting to disliking poetry! – But then she goes on to explain what she means.

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TCS: The Razory Edges and the Mutterings of Fate

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“But I was born too late
 Blame it on a simple twist of fate”
– Bob Dylan

I do not believe in fate that
falls on men however they act;
but I do believe in fate that
falls on them unless they act. 
– G. K. Chesterton

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A Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson on His Birthday

November 13, 1850Robert Louis Stevenson born, Scottish author and poet; known for Treasure Island, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Kidnapped, and A Child’s Garden of Verses. 

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