Our national nightmare will finally be over today: Trump’s rampage of destruction to this country and its people finally ends today with the inauguration of President Biden and Vice President Harris.
But the story isn’t over: the Republican radical and anarchistic right will continue to plague us, and let no one assume Biden can, in his first four years, reverse the terrible destruction from the last four years. Everything got worse from the environment to the impact on the lives of non-wealthy Americans, the opening of racial wounds and open public displays of hate, to the decimation of morals and truth wrought on this country by Trump, his unqualified appointees, and some Republican leaders (especially those who aided and abetted him in the attempted overthrow of the proven fair and just election and capitol desecration on January 6).
History proves we as a nation are resilient and will eventually move on from this, but it’s going to take time. Hopefully, as the dozens and dozens of likely indictments, trials, and sentencing on those from Trump down through the government come to bear, more will realize the depth of the destruction and understand better. Healing can’t just be Democrats forgiving; there must be Republicans held to justice and Republicans willing to unify truly for the country’s sake and not, as recent history exposes, solely for their political careers and a last-ditch effort to save face over the devastation from backing Trump, their obvious reasons now for suddenly crying “unity.”
Right now, though, at least we can breathe a collective sigh as things will begin to improve, beginning with a President who will act like a real president and get our pandemic response under control. That’s the key piece of a long and arduous path to recovery, and not just to save lives and suffering, but to get us back to work and businesses reopening. There’s hope ahead after all.
One of the joys of being a stationery nerd and a writer is blending the two passions together. I’ve settled in a routine of using specific pencils & pens for certain writing tasks. It may see nerdy to go to such lengths, but there’s comfort in using familiar tools.
As a long-time lover of fountain pens, for years I would keep too many inked up resulting in extra work to clean those not used enough. After reducing my collection down to my favorites, I’ve settled on four fountain pens to keep in rotation, each inked with a different color. Fountain pen is my tool of choice for journaling, notetaking, or writing letters, and using different color inks adds to the enjoyment.
When it comes to pencils I also have specific ones I use for first- and second-draft work (for everything from blog posts to articles to essays to poetry). I stick with Blackwing pencils (extra-firm cores for everything except poetry where I use soft cores), and there’s a nice variety available between their production pencils and the Volumes limited editions. I love going analog and using pencils longhand for these drafts, since it slows down my thinking and there’s something more authentic about the tactile feel of pencil on paper than finger tips on a keyboard. And if you’re wondering (more…)
Occasionally I’ll share unedited bits from my daily journal. These make nice fillers on days I’m not ready to post something I’m working on. Hope you enjoy and get something from them.
‘To the journal!’ That is the rally cry I hear every morning. It doesn’t always become the first thing I do each day though. Example in point: Today I woke late and had coffee and breakfast. After I did a quick online read of the inbox, my daily cartoons I love, then both New York Times crosswords (mini and daily). Washed and dried dishes, dressed for the day, made a cup of hot tea, and here I am…finally…answering the call albeit 2-1/2 hours later. Still, the pen writes, the ideas flow, the pages fill, and all is good.
On a recent chilly winter morning, I bundled up and headed out for my early morning walk. As I listened to The Writer’s Almanac, Garrison Keillor announced it was Jack London’s birthday. As Keillor, in his well-recognized baritone voice, shared some of London’s hardships during his pre-novel years, I listened keenly and seem to no longer mind walking in the cold. Whether my brisk gait or the Jack London-inspired thoughts help warm me I can’t be sure.
When he was 17, London crewed aboard a seal-hunting expedition to the Bering Sea and Japan. Soon they encountered a typhoon and every man aboard took an hour’s shift manning the ship’s wheel to help prevent a disaster. He survived the impossible hour during the violent weather and felt immense pride (more…)
When I stumbled onto this phrase in some readings and thought about these ideal living goals, the alliteration make me think of Jane Austen. I must confess I’ve never read any of her books, or if I had, they were in high school or college and long forgotten. Perhaps this was partly a subconscious tug to read Sense and Sensibility.
Our noisy world is constantly confusing us through so many voices—true and false, right and wrong, buy this or that, do this or that—conspiring to restrict our innate abilities to judge and choose on our own. Serenity and stability are indeed lofty goals especially in our tumultuous world of 2020 and beyond. But honestly, this noise has been ongoing for years and years before the pandemic and political impacts on our lives. (more…)