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2018, Welcome Home

Acceptance is natural. Hate must be taught.

Sharing creates a community. Privacy needs a wall.

It takes about forty muscles to smile, sixty to frown.

Tears of joy flow down our cheeks the same as tears of sorrow.

Giving makes at least two people feel wonderful. Getting pleases one – sometimes.

Closing a door gently allows someone to come back in. Slamming it might shut someone out forever.


My door is always open.

I can’t wait to see you open the present.

Goodness, I can’t help but cry to see you so happy.

My grin is making my cheeks sore, so they’ll just have to ache.

I made stew, please come, bring dessert, and we’ll enjoy the evening together.

My mom once said to me, when I asked if she could she take my son for his cello lesson, that I’d told her everything she needed to know about how to get to the teacher’s house, and how long the lesson would last, but I’d left out that the woman was Black. Never dawned on me to mention it. She was simply a great teacher.


Just a thought 25.



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Comments on: "2018, Welcome Home" (26)

  1. You and me, Shari. My son was so oblivious he thought the dark skin color was a deep tan. Somewhere after he left my house he learned differently.


  2. Hard to even imagine that would be something that needed mentioning. But then I come from a diverse city where most people don’t even notice or pay attention to color.


    • It’s a bit of a commentary about my mom and her generation, as well as a spotlight on welcoming everyone who calls the United States “home.” I was very aware growing up of deep prejudice in many of the places where I lived, and working toward equality was a goal I took seriously in college. Still a very long way to go – I think 2018 is a very good year to address the issue.

      Thanks for reading, Betty.


      • Indeed, 2018 might very well be the year that things begin to turn around – in more ways than one. Something has to give. (We tried in the 60’s to make a difference but it didn’t “take” – and in recent years it seems we’ve actually gone backwards. It’s unfathomable!)


      • We worked so hard in the 60’s – and many before us in the 50’s, bringing civil rights to the forefront of social justice – but the next generations seemed to get complacent and distracted by stuff. I think equality, freedom, and justice must be won in each generation. There might be standing on the shoulders of those who came before but there can’t be just a lot of hanging out on the corner watching the parade go by.


      • I agree completely – each generation has the responsibility of vigilance and maintaining all that has been accomplished in the past. We can never get complacent and take things for granted. When we do, end up right where we are now. I hope younger generations are paying attention. (Part of their being aware depends on good teachers in a progressive education system. That’s something else we must work to maintain.)


      • Did you say “public education”? It’s the best defender of knowledge passed on to the next generations.


      • Yes, public education. And it needs to be strongly supported and innovative.Teachers aren’t paid enough and they’re overworked. And so children aren’t getting the quality of education they need. They often graduate from highschool without being able to solve problems and write a coherent composition. And sadly the arts and sciences are sometimes dropped from curriculums. A good education is something else we need to fight for.


      • I’m with you all the way on this one – you make excellent points. There is no such thing as free education. We must be willing to provide the resources to support outstanding public education.


      • Indeed, the best thing we can do for the younger generation is to teach them to really think for themselves. Plus open up their imaginations, visions, and creativity.
        Thanks for the conversation. We do always end up having the best discussions. 🙂


      • You always make me think. Thank you.


      • And the same here – you always make me think too. And I’m grateful. 🙂


  3. Is it cool enough where you live for stew? It certainly is cool enough here. It’s downright cold here, in fact.

    Over the years, the color of a person’s skin has shifted interest for me. It used to mark the race of the person but, anymore, when I look at a person, I briefly wonder what part of whatever country he or she is from and ponder on how different or similar that culture may be. I do this even with fellow Euro-Americans.


  4. It is very much a generational thing I think although I have no doubt that there are still people out there who discriminate against coloiur, against difference. People, like your Mum, I doubt would these days notice the difference. Personally I think the differences are becoming so slight or so common, I’m not sure which, I think we all look the same anyway. When I was a kid someone from China looked Chinese, someone from the Middle East looked like an arab and someone who is coloured looked coloured. Somehow everyone has homogenised and the characteristic traits are not as pronounced. Now I have chatted too much am I still invited for stew. I’m a bit hungry and forty muscles are being used.


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