I found a hideously deformed caterpillar in our yard.
I also found out our growing patches of native violets are edible, and put them on one of my favorite cakes.
That recipe calls for two 7-8" cake pans, but I don't own any of those, my sister doesn't own any of those, and I don't feel like I've ever seen any of those. Of course, Amazon has more than a thousand of them.
Here's a moral puzzle that's supposed to be easy: A runaway train is about to pass through a switch, which is currently set to shunt the train onto a track where 10 people are currently trapped, with no chance of escape. But the switch could instead throw the train down a second track, where there's just one person in the path. Your hand is on the lever. Do you divert the train?
Kill one person, save ten. Easy?
Now, same puzzle, but the one person on the second track is your child.
This is supposed to be hard. But I think, in the context I last heard this thought experiment (a new podcast called Future Perfect, which so far is pretty great, even if this introduction might not be selling it), it's only supposed to be hard because you "know" from the first puzzle what the "right" answer is, but you also know you don't want to do the "right" thing in the second case.
I guess this is where I confess that I'm not the kind of perfect moral being that can translate the abstract acknowledgement that my child isn't objectively more worthy than ten strangers into so I will kill my child in order to save ten strangers.
But what kind of moral perfection would that be, anyway?
How about one more scenario? Some other stranger is the one holding the lever. Their child is alone on the one track. My child is among the ten on the other track. The parent holding the lever saves their child and mine is now dead, along with nine others. How do judge the person that killed my child?
Maybe I say they did wrong, thus revealing my principle to be only "my child is more important than anyone else." Or maybe I say they did right, and my principle is "parents should value their children more than strangers." I don't want to live in a world where it's "right" for a parent to kill their own child to save a bunch of strangers.
Thankfully, choices like this don't tend to come up quite so starkly in normal life.
No, normal life is much more complicated, largely because so few things are so binary. Spending $70 to go out to dinner could mean $70 I didn't give to the food bank or $70 I didn't spend on nutrition packets to save the lives of starving children, but it could more easily mean $70 I didn't put in my savings account or $70 I don't have for a babysitter next week, or a new pair of shoes, or a parking ticket. I didn't decide to go out to dinner after someone told me, no way around it, you can choose to have this meal, but the price is dead children. And, even though I'm really good at guilt-tripping myself, I don't think I've ever had quite that clear and macabre a thought while out for dinner.
Even the guy on the podcast, the one who says the second train puzzle is as easy to answer "correctly" as the first (and seems pretty sure we all agree with him about the correctness of the answer, even if we don't agree with the easiness of doing it), sounds like he lives a pretty normal life, although he does give 10% of his income to carefully chosen charities and donated a kidney to a stranger. Perfect equality isn't popular, isn't possible (I suppose you could argue that a giant asteroid impact or nuclear annihilation would make us all equal in sudden death, but I'm not going to), and doesn't seem like what any of us really want, anyway.
So maybe the train puzzle is too simple. I mean, it's maybe in one dimension? Presented as binary yes/no, but we could pretty easily imagine it as a line, numbers of strangers on the track. Maybe the question is which point on the line tips you from "save my child" to "kill my child". Maybe your line just goes to infinity, although there's some point at which, with no other humans left alive on Earth, what kind of existence would that be for your precious child? How would they even survive, let alone find meaning or happiness?
There's a related idea in two dimensions, something like circles of care, rings of moral weight, which Steven Pinker talked about in The Better Angels of Our Nature. Then the question is how big are your rings? How many are there? Who's in which ones? Who's outside your outer ring? Is anyone? Pinker wants to convince us that human history is a long story of those circles expanding to include ever more people ever more distant from ourselves, a process aided by the empathy-expanding miracle of story-telling, juiced by improving communication technology, and interrupted by fits of random horror.
A series of concentric rings in two dimensions sounds… a lot like a topographical map. So maybe we should imagine what we'd see if we popped those moral rings up into three dimensions! Abigail Marsh does this towards the end of The Fear Factor: How One Emotion Connects Altruists, Psychopaths, and Everyone In-Between. She puts you at the highest point on your own personal peak, your kin and friends and strangers granted spots nearer or farther from you, which, in the way of simple hills, also means higher or lower.
The beautiful thing about the three dimensional version is, we can imagine changing the slope. So, when I think about the Perfect Moral Being who viscerally knows it is right and good to send that train to kill their own child for the sake of ten strangers… their hill isn't a hill at all, it's just a perfectly flat piece of land where no amount of closeness to the Perfect Moral Being offers any elevation.
For an extreme contrast, Marsh describes the total narcissist. They're atop something like an exposed volcanic core, a spire of rock with room for themselves on top (and maybe their kids, thought they're probably in constant danger of slipping off), Everyone else are just ants on the plains far below. Maybe some hangers-on clinging desperately to the cliff face.
Most of us, though, aren't extreme. We've got some kind of hill and we probably think our hill is a good hill. And a lot of the time, I think, we go around thinking most of the people, at least most of the people near the top of our hill with us, are living on a very similar hill in their own minds.
But what happens when you find out they're not? Bearing in mind, it's really hard to actually see another person's hill. Most of us probably don't even have a particularly accurate conscious map of our own hill! But what if you do start to be able to see enough of yours and enough of theirs to notice things? Say you've given your friend a prime spot on your beloved hill, where you can enjoy together the gorgeous sweeping vistas only a nice steep slope can offer. Then you go visit them and realize… the gentle contour of your friend's landscape means no matter how close you are to them, your view will always be partly blocked by someone else's head! Worse, you start to feel nervous, not able to see so well who might be coming, not able to tell until it's too late if they are friend or foe.
Or maybe you're the one with the home on a hillock and you go visit your friend's more elevated situation. You're enjoying the view… but then you notice some frantic activity on the steep slope below. You look closer and recognize some people who, back on your hill, have secure spots on the lower slope. Here, though, they're working hard to shore up their foundations to cope with the suddenly increased grade.
As Marsh points out, landscapes can be altered. So, should we be trying to modify our hills? Maybe we should just protect them from erosion? Or maybe we need to stand alert, ready to fend off modifications should the Perfect Moral Being come visiting with their righteous shovel?
On my way home from Costco today, I started thinking about how a whole society might be thought of as having a moral topology, too. Maybe it's an averaging out of every member's? But that would mean, if personal hill types are evenly distributed, then society as a whole would look basically flat. Which… is not how societies are. So there must be a weighted average going on, with some people's hills getting amplified in the final landscape while others get compressed.
And just as I wrote that, I suddenly remembered a thing I wrote a few weeks ago, after watching the Supreme Court nomination hearings, which I have too much of a headache right now to really weave in here, so I'm just going to tag it on because it feels related.
I can't tell if it's normal when approaching middle age to suddenly find you've acquired x-ray vision for your own society, to find you can see plainly the bones and ligaments, the joints that, no, really, will only bend one way, and your own undeniable position in the structure. Or are we all, age beside the point, standing here together, agape at the skeleton coming into view while a rampage of fire-breathing monsters burns all the comforting flesh off before our eyes?
I'm pretty sure it's normal when approaching middle age to take stock of things, to sift through the plot lines of your life looking for the turning points, for good or ill or just different. What if I'd jumped there? What if I'd stayed the course here? What if I'd turned this way instead of that way, whistled a happy tune through that valley and clenched my jaw over that hill instead of the other way around? Which irritants and disappointments might have been joys and triumphs instead? Which joys and triumphs might have been a tunnel of thorns?
The great burning, though, also seems to be laying bare the terrain I was dropped on, the contours of the place I drew my first breath, the basic shape of the world I've been making my way in ever since. And frankly, it's looking like I had fewer options than I thought. It's looking like I passed closer to some horrors than I thought.
It would be much more comfortable not to see.
Bayboh gets very talkative at bedtime tonight.
One of the things that struck me most at the Women's March in 2017 was the sound of a roar coming up from one section of the masses and traveling through the rest.
giving their living noise to raise fading words from crumbling pages, shielding each other.
In a Quaker meeting, the congregation waits and tries to listen. Sometimes, the whole hour will go by in silent waiting and listening. Sometimes, someone or several will feel moved to speak to the group.
Twenty five years ago, my First Day School teacher shared with us how she knows it is time to speak. When her heart is racing and her body is shaking, she said, that is the time.
I didn't know quite what she meant then, but I've felt it a few times since, a lot like stage fright with the pounding and the shakiness, and I try to follow it. If I feel it and yet I don't stand, I regret it. If I think I have something to say and I don't feel it, I can remain comfortable in my quiet sitting.
The other thing I always understood was that you really shouldn't come to Meeting having already planned what to say.
But I think it's ok to sit a while as the shaky feeling grows and come up with some idea of how you're going to start, what you're feeling moved to communicate in the middle, and where you're intending to end up. Then jump off the high dive of speaking off the cuff to a hundred people, which is a bit easier if you can accept the community belief that it is not exactly you that is speaking, just as it is not necessarily (or at least not only) you that the message is for.
"And I've been thinking about the book The Life of Pi, which starts with Pi recounting his childhood in India and how he came to be a devout follower of all three of the major religions of his country: Hinduism, Islam, and Christianity. He had beautiful things to say about all three, but about Christianity in particular he said that the story of Christianity is a story of love. And he wrote about how preposterous the story seemed from the Hindu perspective, which was his first, how preposterous was the idea that a god would choose to give up their power, would allow themselves to suffer and to die.
"Mom! Come look out here!" Bayboh has suddenly noticed the apple tree, which has been blooming for at least a week.
I've since spent longer than 15 minutes (a) dithering over definite vs. indefinite vs. left-out-altogether articles and (b) trying to figure out from google whether any butterfly larva does make the leaf trails I was thinking of... and I'm still not sure. Lots of different insects do lots of interesting things to leaves, though!
Bayboh told Daddy this morning, "Valentine's is for cutting out hearts and scribbling on them and giving your hearts away to other people." Also, he said, he is too little to know how to cut out hearts.
You've come a long ways since the day you were born and I hope there's a long and splendid way left for you to go. I see you studying the world, trying to figure out How things work and how you're going to fit in it and I'm afraid to say anything, since whatever I'm thinking will be at least half wrong and whatever I say will be wronger still, cast with too much pessimism hoping to guard you or too much optimism hoping to encourage you.
You are good at many things these days. Making friends and making rubber band bracelets and making worlds in Minecraft and making a ruckus when you feel aggrieved. Making art and making your room a mess and making it cleanish again and making your brothers furious.
You say and do the most amazing things, in the humble opinion of your own mother. May you always light up whatever corner of the world you're in and always know that we love you.
Does anyone really enjoy musical chairs? Someone must, right? But I don't think it has appeared at a single birthday party of my kids' experience. Kind of a brutal game, really.
I don't love outdoor team building exercises, either, thanks to fear of heights and the outdoors always being too hot or too cold, but at least it's heartening to face a seemingly impossible wall knowing that everyone is committed to getting all of you over or no one. If you tossed me into competitive wall climbing instead — everyone for themselves and last one over the wall loses — I'd probably just give up and wander in the woods alone pondering the stupidity of walls and humanity.
It seems like a lot of psychological research reports averages and tendencies, drawing general conclusions about all of us. "People cheat more when they think no one is watching," "People feel calmer in blue rooms," that kind of thing. Lately I've been pondering the differences more, though. Just now, I'd rather read a deep explanation of why some people want to fight over a chair while others would rather heave their teammates over a wall.
It feels like maybe psychologists are starting to pay more attention to differences, too. (Or maybe I'm just noticing it now?) I was handed an article recently (although it was published years ago), on a gene associated with ADHD. The researchers had studied neighboring tribes, one of settled farmers and one of nomadic hunters. (I can't find the exact article, but it was very similar to this one.) Among the farmers, where routine ruled the day, ADHD was a liability. People with the gene ended up with less food. But among the hunters, where quick reactions counted and every kill went a little differently, the gene meant more food. It was the calm less-distractible people who more often went hungry.
There are unsettling implications to this kind of thing, especially if you see life as a zero-sum game of musical chairs. Unsettling in that eugenics seems to have made a stunning comeback recently, with a Tennessee judge offering reduced jail time for prisoners who accept sterilization (the policy has since been pulled back after public outrage), a former senior advisor to the winning presidential campaign talking about immigration on CNN as "this is about who's in your [national] gene pool," and congressional leadership fighting hard to make health insurance too expensive for many people to have. As twitter user @anthoknees put it, "I'm convinced that people want poor people to die bc they believe in eugenics (often without realizing it)".
But if a musical chairs mentality draws us towards endorsing eugenics, could a no-one-left-behind exercise push the other direction? Instead of survival of the fittest, the goal is survival of all. Which is aided by building trust (generally hard to do if you're ditching teammates whenever that seems convenient) and preserving a broad set of skills with which to tackle the unknown challenges of the future.
In one world, disruption means success. In the other, disruption means failure. Like the hunters and the farmers, different circumstances easily end up favoring opposite traits.
Soon Twitter tossed another article into my mental stew. Disabled and Disdained (Washington Post) shows the conflict in a struggling rural community through the lens of the McGlothlins: a woman on disability, her 19 year old son, his wife, and two other adults who live with them, all depending on that one disability check. Her son's been following the rules, finished school, hasn't been in jail, etc. but things aren't working out for him or any of them. And many of their neighbors who haven't fallen so far off the ladder see the world the way they've always seen it, with the clarity of traditional American calvinism: workers are good, non-workers are bad.
Calvinism is another thing that's been on my mind lately (what a segue!), and with it old memories of sitting in a plastic chair with a bolted-on "desk", watching and listening in fascination to my favorite teacher as she scrawled chalk notes across the blackboard and responded to our comments with frustration or excitement (but always with intensity) as we tried to make sense of the theological and economic roots of the Protestant Reformation. "Predestination" was definitely on the chalkboard (I remember she had a particular way of writing e's so they always looked like capitals). "Pre-" for "before" and "destination" for "destiny" — God decided before you were even born whether you were saved (one of the "elect", also a word on the chalkboard) or damned. The decision was secret, of course, because God likes secrets, and there also wasn't anything at all that you could do to change it, because otherwise how could God be all-powerful? You'd think this would be a recipe for all kinds of hedonism because LOL nothing matters!, but people are people and they figured out a solution faster than you can say "sinners in the hands of an angry God": of course, no one could truly know the will of God, but they could guess. And the guess they came up with was not impressively creative: achieve worldly success while making a show of self discipline and you were probably one of "the elect". Misfortune, though, was strong evidence of your irredeemable depravity.
Researchers have described this attitude as "a tendency by Americans in the second lowest quintile of the income ladder — the working or lower-middle class — to dissociate themselves from those at the bottom, where many once resided," according to Who Turned My Blue State Red? (New York Times and Pro Publica, last year). Not really surprising, is it? I mean, if not working is evidence of incurable moral failure, then you'd want to distance yourself from that stigma as much as possible, wouldn't you?
The societal consequences of this withdrawal are huge, explain the academics of Who Turned My Blue State Red? Those who rely most on public assistance have "become profoundly disconnected from the political process" and mostly do not vote. Thus their thesis: it's not the needy stupidly voting against the programs that are barely keeping them afloat. Instead, those who don't need assistance at the moment are voting to take it away from their damned lazy undeserving neighbors. And their damned lazy undeserving neighbors are too depressed and ashamed to bother voting at all.
What do you do when your strength is following the rules and doing what you're told, but the rules have all changed without much notice and there's no one left to tell you what to do? What do you do when you've been a successful farmer but now your land won't produce and you've got to try your hand at hunting? And what do your neighbors do? Who decides whether we're playing high-risk musical chairs, with the chairs disappearing faster to ditch the undeserving more quickly, or whether we're up against a wall of change, for the umpteenth time in human history, needing a plan to pull as many as we can to the other side so we can face the next danger together?
One thing I've learned in the past ten years is that if we're all in a bad mood, it's probably not going to be helped by staying home all day. Which is why on Saturday, with absolutely everyone whining, bickering, teasing, snarking, and generally being dreadful, we got on the Metro and went downtown. A museum or two was the first plan, but a friend tipped us off that the Smithsonian Folklife Festival was on and just the word "Festival" began to shift the mood. "Like, with food and stuff? Can we have our own money to spend??" asked Mr. P.
Shmoogie was more wary, "Are we going to have to walk really far?" I said no, but it turned out her definition of "really far" was different than mine. Still, we had the most wonderful adventure, with drums and ice cream and joining the end of a very long but very swiftly moving line that swept us right into some of the last seats left in a real big top circus tent for an hour of astonishing acts from around the world.
The noise and adrenaline was a few notches past our family's usual comfort level and there were some requests to leave, but whenever I said "OK, let's go," they said No, let's stay.
Gymnasts from China made astonishing arrangements of their bodies atop five, then three, then two, then one moving bicycle. "That's impossible!" said Mr. P, over and over.
A slow rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow accompanied a woman "from South America" who climbed a rope as if it were a staircase and wrapped herself in it dozens of ways to strike elegant poses with no apparent fear of falling, then make some imperceptible tug so that she did fall, beautifully, her hands and feet inscribing a few heart-stopping circles in the air before the remaining hitch caught her in yet another state of grace. I'd never seen anything like it, but, while the miracle of the open Internet lasts, it's a thing you can watch on YouTube.
Things get blurry in my mind at this point. There were clowns (Mr. P says he's afraid of clowns; I didn't know but, also, he didn't seem very serious about it) and a slapstick tumbling troupe and rollicking dancers who did the limbo under flaming poles while grinning men on 10' stilts ran and danced around the ring (the flames frightened me, packed as we were into a *tent*, and I missed the lowest limbo while I was looking behind me for an emergency exit..). There was a group of male contortionists (another chorus of "That's impossible!"). Acts from Cameroon, Rwanda, and Ghana, if I remember correctly. The ringmasters — from Johannesburg and… somewhere else in Africa but with a lengthy stop in London and then maybe the Caribbean? — distracted us between acts, getting us singing and dancing and bouncing huge beachballs around. That was entertaining enough that I have no idea how long it took them to bring in and set up the final act, the Wheel of Death, from Peru.
This is where I have some serious ethical qualms. I mean, it was extraordinary to see. An openwork steel beam on an axis with two steel hoop cages rimmed with handles mounted, one on each end, so that once they got it spinning, performers could jump inside the hoops and keep it going with the momentum of their running… or stop it to balance horizontal or vertical. But mostly it kept spinning and people kept hopping in and out of the wheels. One grabbed the handle on the outside and sailed up, centripetal force pulling his body away from the contraption until he swung himself inside the hoop at the apex. Then there were four people on the thing, one inside each hoop and one on top of each hoop, running and kind of dancing and then jumping and then jumping rope. Both of the jump ropers tripped at some point, but recovered themselves by grabbling the beam as their hoop descended.
And then came Carlos. "One of only three people in the world to attempt a front summersault on the Wheel of Death!" By this point I was holding the kids hands rather tightly (they'd been saying "That's really dangerous!" for a while already and I could only tell them, "Yes, it is. But these people have practiced a lot.").
I thought of that guy that walked the tightrope between the World Trade Center towers. People that jump out of airplanes and do other astonishingly dangerous things. I can worry, and I certainly do, that attending a performance like this encourages people taking terrible risks for the sake of entertainment, but I can also marvel at brains and bodies that clearly operate on some other wavelength than mine. I can sit in the bleachers, shaking with fear, and watch this guy strutting around a steel hoop at the end of a rotating beam, looking utterly relaxed, playing to the crowd, and I can hold open the possibility that he might be enjoying himself. Even though Wikipedia says this act was out of favor for decades after a series of fatal accidents.
Carlos survived. I thought about not watching, but realized that was quite pointless, so I saw him retreat from flirting with the crowd to focus on the rhythm of the wheel, getting the feel of the spot on the top where rising turns to falling, the place where, for a few turns, he took a little jump, testing the timing and the distance before finally, terrifyingly, to the gasp of the crowd, he jumped higher and tucked and summersaulted and landed just in time to keep trotting along with the momentum of the thing. And then he did it again. And again, landing just a little back from where he intended, so he had to run faster and lean forward to grab the rail to recover his equilibrium. And then he did it again.
I was still shaky eating ice cream much later, after the Wheel was taken down, after the kids stood to take "The Ringmaster's Pledge" of unity and respect across difference — You may have different beliefs, your skin may be a different color from mine, but we are all one human race, we are all equal! — after we found seats in the shade next to the outdoor trapeze where performers were practicing, swinging high and letting themselves fall limply into the net.
Finally, we thought, we'll see the Constitution at the Archives. Mr. P was especially excited about this and it was on the way home and (as it should be) free. We tried two entrances before finding the real one, which had a long line but it was moving well and the kids were committed so there we stood, enjoying the breeze that kept the heat quite bearable, and chatting with the couple behind us. The wind picked up and dark clouds came in while we checked smartphone forecasts and told ourselves it would blow over, but soon I was holding Bayboh, with the folding stroller balanced on my head in some hope of shelter and the other two kids were fighting to get closer to me even though that wasn't going to keep anyone any drier. I almost dragged them off home when we were thoroughly drenched and all of them were crying, but the suggestion put a stop to the crying, at least from the older ones, and we stuck it out.
Which is why we now all own souvenir t-shirts from the National Archives, both to save some of my modesty (a thin white shirt is a great choice for heat, but a poor choice to combine with a chance of thunderstorms and no umbrella) and to avoid hypothermia from taking small wet children on the air-conditioned Metro for up to an hour.
For next time, though, there are now some thin cheap ponchos stashed in the diaper bag.
I've never been without health insurance. Never. Not for a single day.
As a child, this was not a thing I worried about and it was not a thing I had anything to do with. That was just luck. But as a college student, before Obamacare, graduation loomed like the end of a pirate's plank. I had no idea how I was going to get a real job, and no idea how I could have health insurance without one.
I was unwilling to consider going without health insurance. Not because I was seriously sick or ever had been, but because I loved people who had had sudden expensive health problems pop up out of nowhere and because I had parents who emphasized how insurance of all kinds smooths out the small risk of catastrophe with regular, theoretically affordable, payments and shared burden. You don't drive a car off the lot without auto insurance, you don't move into an apartment without renter's insurance, you don't go a day without health insurance.
And, like I said, I haven't.
I've had many moments of regret, though. What if I'd been a little younger and being insured separately from a job had been possible when I was starting out? What if I'd had a little more tolerance for risk and been willing to just go uninsured for a few years in my twenties? Because as it was, I narrowed down my career options from the very beginning to a rather thin slice, largely because of health insurance.
Knowing we wanted to have kids some day, and knowing that part time work usually doesn't come with health insurance, we limited our ideas of how we could be parents years ahead of time. Those limits rippled through a stream of life choices, large and small.
And, yeah, I know it's still a thing to be grateful for, having never gone a day without insurance. Millions of us in this country don't even have the option.
But this is why I was most excited when Obamacare passed. Certainly, it was good to know that fewer people would be choosing between bankruptcy and watching a loved one die of cancer without even knowing whether treatment might have saved them, or between food and taking their full dose of prescriptions. But I was excited to think of the possibilities opening up for the people a little younger than me, the possibilities that would hopefully be well expanded by the time my own kids were facing the adulthood cliff. Possibilities not just for individuals, but for our whole society as a result.
So, I could sit here and make the heart wrenching appeals and angry denunciations of cruelty that you'd probably expect and have already heard. I agree with them completely. But what usually gets left out is freedom. The freedom to search for a job without half your attention on health insurance. The freedom to quit a bad job without fearing a gap in coverage. The freedom to start a family without fearing bankruptcy. The freedom to share domestic responsibilities with your partner however you see fit, not however your employers and the insurance company see fit to allow you.
I've been voting my whole life for the opportunity to pay more taxes to see those freedoms spread from sea to shining sea.
A few years ago, when Mr P wasn't even in kindergarten yet, we rode our bikes to the river and walked out on the public dock, where we found a father and son fishing. They'd already had some luck and the dad was sawing fillets off these little fish, gills still flapping, eyes still staring, mouths still trying to open and shut. Having cut the flesh roughly away from both sides of the spine, he dropped each twitching skeleton casually back into the water, to the darkness and the crabs.
I'd fished as a child, sure, but we kept our catch in a bucket full of sea water, watching with mingled interest and sympathy as they quietly expired from lack of oxygen. Once, fresh water fishing from a row boat with friends, there'd been an argument between the dads whether a quick bash to the head was more humane than slow suffocation. Which side won, I can't remember, but the point is that I didn't know anyone who would carve the living flesh off a creature without the mercy of killing it first.
I didn't say anything at the dock, though, telling myself they're just fish, and going to be dead soon either way, and surely a father fishing with his son deserves to be left alone to treat his catch as he sees fit, and what do I know about the nervous system of a fish, anyway. So I exchanged a few polite pleasantries with the live filleter, hoping Mr. P just wouldn't notice what was happening, or wouldn't care, and trying to ignore it myself.
But Mr. P did notice. And he was horrified.
I don't remember exactly what he said to me or even whether the man heard him, but I remember the way my son shrank into himself, the shock and confusion that made him whisper instead of shout that it must be hurting them. And I remember telling him he was wrong.
"They're dead already, hon," I said, "They can't feel it."
I knew it was a lie, and I think he knew it, too. But I made him doubt. Whether he doubted his own eyes or my honesty or just my intelligence, I'm not sure.
I think about this little moment fairly often, whenever I look away from suffering because I don't want to see it. Whenever I find myself saying things that can only be meant to help the people around me construct and reinforce the fiction that the suffering isn't real, isn't as bad as it looks, or at least was probably somehow deserved and certainly can't be helped.
I remember that dock, the heat and the dancing water throwing shards of blazing sun into my squinting eyes while I lied to my son about the truth of the world. And I let myself feel ashamed.
But I wonder, too. I wonder about the rare people who physically feel any sensation they witness happening to someone else. Lucky I don't have that. And I wonder about sociopaths, unable to feel empathy for others, who think themselves lucky to have escaped the burden of "useless" emotional pain. I wonder where do the rest of us lie scattered on the spectrum in between and what purpose does all this variation serve?
I'm sure I used to think sensitivity was a measure of goodness. The more empathy you naturally felt, and the wider the circle of living creatures for whom you felt it, the better a person you must be.
I don't quite think that's how it works anymore. Maybe, after all, the most sensitive among us most often just look away. But I do agree that, if nothing else, we'd better not trust anyone goading us to shrink our circle of empathy or discount the suffering we see. And we'd better feel ashamed, and let shame make us stop, when we realize that charlatan is us.
I've been taking a mostly bare minimum approach to holidays this year, since just keeping things going on normal days generally feels like quite enough, thank you. And Easter was going to be fine. We've never made a big deal about the bunny, church was going to have egg dying and an egg hunt, which I worried about because while finding actual hard boiled eggs is beautiful and simple and all that, my kids (who definitely don't believe in the Easter Bunny, I thought) do look forward to candy. But the grandparents were coming through with that - a candy egg hunt at their house after the pure and healthy boiled egg hunt. It was all going to be just fine.
Mr. P even made a point of telling me over and over for the past week "I know you're the Easter Bunny." I rolled my eyes and said nothing.
Whether she overheard or not, I don't know, but Shmoogie was on Friday suddenly laser focused on "Where are the Easter baskets?" And "Do you think the Easter Bunny will come?" Which might be actual belief, she is only 7, but I kind of doubt it... she is, after all, almost 8 and pays such close attention to everything around her that she lettered "you need to releese your taxes Trump" with near perfect spelling and spacing on her protest sign all by herself while I was in the shower (I was pretty upset when Bayboh added all the scribbles a little later when no one was looking, but she didn't seem to care as long as people could still read it).
But anyway. There I was on Saturday, with a seven year old I'd just discovered was expecting a visit from the Easter Bunny, but also with a pretty tightly scheduled day and nothing to put in Easter baskets and also no milk. Or bananas. So on the way home from my afternoon late birthday outing with a friend, I stopped at Trader Joe's for Easter basket candy and milk and bananas, and maybe also deli ham and tortillas... and $83 later I had several bags of unplanned but clearly necessary groceries, and was an hour late for the babysitter.
Then the unearthing of the Easter baskets. Bayboh was thrilled, Shmoogie was pleased, and Mr. P was MIA. Bayboh's basket had grass already in it, but the others didn't, so I took his out saying the bunny would take care of that, but that was not ok with Bayboh. Shmoogie's basket has a lid, and she took it off, happy babbling about it all the while, to which I replied, walking up the stairs to fetch something or other, thinking only of table space and dinner that hadn't yet been eaten, "Oh, you can leave the lid on, the bunny can take care of that," which provoked a sudden shift in mood as she yelled after me, "How, with PAWS?" And I scowled to myself, thinking "still with the Easter bunny is seriously a real bunny? isn't this all just a ploy to get more candy?" and yelled back "Then how does it carry the eggs??" To which she hissed, "IN. THE. BASKET!"
It was going just great, Bayboh and Shmoogie asleep, Mr. I-don't-believe-in-anything-except-maybe-all-the-Greek-mythology-because-that-stuff-makes-SENSE Pants was awake but in his room in the basement, and I was almost done putting out these few eggs filled with candy that no one needs (really, seriously, because it turned out the boiled eggs were for giving out to grownups, the kids egg hunt was candy after all, so we now have a pound of candy each, not to mention what they ate already), when suddenly there was Mr. P wandering into the dining room, trying to look confused and half asleep. Clutching an egg half-guiltily to my chest, I glared at him, turned him around and pushed him out the door with a firm, "Good NIGHT."
"I took it out of the back so maybe people wouldn't notice."
In a cold, dark winter, when the sun breaks through and there's a five inch patch of warmth and light on the floor, a cat will find it and lie in it as long as it lasts.
My ray of sunshine, quite unexpected, was to spend three days in London with Mr. Right, the first stretch of days we've had alone in years. I won't try to say we "deserved" it, but the patch of light was there, briefly, and I'm beyond grateful that we were able to curl up in it while it lasted.
We wandered the Greek statuary, admiring bathing Venus and reading with interest the British Museum's pamphlet on "The Parthenon Controversy", in which they calmly — although with evident discomfort — argue that it is right and just and good for the world that half the statuary from the Parthenon is housed here and not in Greece, as the Greeks would like it to be. We looked at the Rosetta stone, picking out the cartouches that enclosed the names of famous ancients, the key that broke the phonetic code of heiroglyphs.
We saw so much statuary from the Roman Empire, but I spent the whole time puzzling over where was the stuff from the Republic period? (It was only day one in London and already the weight of imperial history was starting to get me down.) And we saw a fascinating, tiny special exhibit called "Defacing the Past", which displayed coins and statuary whose faces had been broken or scratched off to condemn the memory of hated (murdered) emperors. A custom I had never given much thought to, they point out how it persists to the modern day, with examples of Saddam Hussein's statues attacked and Gadaffi's face scratched off of paper currency.
In the Egyptian wing, the smooth clean lines of massive pharaoh faces struck me with their beauty and the story of a giant stone sarcophagus caught my attention: carved for the last native-born pharaoh, it was never used for burial because that pharaoh got driven into exile before his death; instead, it was used as a ritual bath in a mosque (they drilled some drainage holes in the bottom) which later became a church.
If there's one thing I will always remember from my limited travels near the Mediterranean, it's the way buildings were always being converted from mosques to churches and vice versa. Same with the Roman and Greek temples. We humans like to fight about our gods.
Later, at the National Portrait Gallery, I lingered at a huge painting of a dramatic scene, but failed to take a photo of the description, so this is from memory and I might have slightly garbled the details: In the sunshine, Peace is represented as a lactating mother, squirting milk from her breast into the mouth of a chubby baby Prosperity. Also enjoying the warm light and appealing greenery of the countryside, the female figures of the Arts and, I think, Justice approach Pax with smiles and arms full of good things. In the dark and stormy background, the angry god of War, sword drawn, attempts to reach Peace… but Wisdom, also in the form of a woman, fully armored, fends him off with her shield.
People have known what's what with people for a good long while. We just haven't got a foolproof defense yet.
In search of the Crown Jewels, therefore, we walked 6 miles to the Tower of London on our second day, much of that on the river walk beside the Thames. Benches and lamp posts screamed "Empire!" through every symbol worked into their design. I raised an eyebrow in particular at the benches supported by regal resting camels.
On the other hand, at regular intervals the railing on the river side was interrupted by a portion of high stone wall with a metal bas relief plaque mounted to it. One had a portrait of the senior engineer who constructed London's new sewers (a crucial achievement for human health and, therefore, prosperity), another honored a poet, another a journalist.
"At least we don't take kids to public executions as entertainment anymore," I mutter to Mr. Right as we enter the gate for the rest of the tour. I remember realizing I was going to have to do a lot of on-the-fly editing while reading Peter Pan to the kids years ago; the first page describes the thoughts of young children drifting off to sleep, "public hangings" being listed as one among many perfectly normal bedtime thoughts.
As the tour goes on, the stories get more specific and the mood gets more somber. We hear about the boy princes who were brought to the Tower by their uncle for their "safety", then (allegedly) murdered and their bodies disappeared, although two child skeletons were discovered two hundred years later and presumed to be their remains. This is told somewhat in the manner of a ghost story, but with a strong layer of condemnation for the presumed murderous uncle, Richard III, whose own ignominious end became clearer in 2012 when his body was discovered buried beneath an asphalt parking lot.
And we hear, of course, of the wives of Henry VIII, along with several others of "noble birth" who were executed in the courtyard of the Tower, rather than on the hill outside. Curiously, the guards mention the "trumped up" charges against these women, but not the amoral character of Henry VIII himself or the issue of producing (not producing) heirs. The thing that came through most strongly — from the facts of the stories (nobles executed within the walls instead of outside) and the manner of telling (focusing on the point of view of the executed royalty here, where outside the point of view was more that of the crowd and the executioner) and the presence of a very modern memorial on the sight — was the visceral understanding that some people's deaths at the Tower were more regrettable than others because of their social status, even as it seemed to be held as basically inevitable that their status had condemned them to death because… that's just how power struggles worked back then.
The tour ends in the chapel a few yards from the execution site. "Gentlemen" are reminded to remove their hats, we are all asked to turn off our phones before entering and to treat the space with respect. We quietly shuffle into chairs over stones so worn that you cannot read the names, can barely even tell there were ever names there at all. We look at the alter as we are told that beneath its steps lie the murdered wives Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard, as well as the sixteen year old "uncrowned queen" Lady Jane Grey and her eighteen year old husband, Guildford Dudley, both executed after Bloody Mary (murderous daughter of the murderous Henry VIII) seized the crown.
But our guide doesn't want to leave us glum! He is soon back to humor, if not quite free of gore, and sends us on our way.
Which finally brings us to the Crown Jewels. Housed in a much larger exhibit than I would have expected, paid for by the diamond giant De Beers (insert tone of moral questioning here), several rooms of immersive multimedia displays are devoted to impressing on us the history and meaning of the Jewels, the coronation ceremony, and by extension the monarchy itself. What hits me most is the heavy use of Christianity, not only in symbol (I'm so used to seeing that cross on top of the crown, I might not have even noticed that), but explicitly in much of the exhibit's explanation. The coronation ceremony is a "christian worship service of deep history". A gleaming gold orb, encrusted with jewels and topped with a cross, is placed in the newly crowned monarch's hand as "a symbol of christian leadership". There are way more gold and jeweled objects than just the couple of crowns I always imagined, and there are crosses everywhere.
On the way out, special custom-made (duh) travel cases for various pieces in the collection are laid out above a reminder that the jewels are "working treasures", used in ceremonial roles by the royals on a regular basis. Start to finish, the Crown Jewels experience feels like really expensive pro-monarchy propaganda. Interesting, though.
Then we walk through the several floors of the Tower itself, but I have to say I'm somehow disappointed that it's all laid out as a museum, mostly of armor, with no trace of what it might have been like when people lived there (although you can step into one of the garderobes and imagine chilly royal behinds relieving themselves into the air two stories above the ground).
Gentle visitor pause a while, where you stand death cut away the light of many days. Here jewelled names were broken from the vivid thread of life. May they rest in peace while we walk the generations around their strife and courage under these restless skies.
Reading about the memorial just now, I find that the inscribed names include everyone executed on the site, the royalty and also the three Black Watch soldiers killed by a firing squad of their fellow soldiers for what sound like pretty thin charges of mutiny. The piece was unveiled in 2006, by which time we'd come far enough to make it possible to honor them side by side (possible, but clearly not expected, if you read the artist's statement). As far as I can tell, though, no mention of the WW1 and WW2 spies which were the last executions within the walls. So I guess capital punishment is no longer morally acceptable, but still the historical deaths of traitors and foreigners are less regrettable than those of native criminals, which are less regrettable than those of noblemen, which are less regrettable than those of queens.
The Churchill Museum. In the cramped basement of the Treasury building, you can walk through the rooms where Winston and Clementine Churchill and a small committed staff lived (it feels a bit like a submarine) and worked through the war. You feel the shock of dawning modernity, with a secret transatlantic telephone to the White House hiding in a closet while decisions were made in a large technology-free room papered with maps pinned to the wall in curved array to cover the whole word, while Churchill himself and all the others slept in tiny beds next to wooden tables holding porcelain washing pitchers and the weather above ground was reported by the manual changing of wooden signs in the hallway.
It's a dirty trick, hurting people and then telling them someone else is to blame.
So, we stayed a little too long at the war rooms and hit a crush of people on the underground which caused a little stress about getting to the airport on time, but I didn't miss my flight so all's well that ends well, right?
I'm listening to this really interesting book, The Righteous Mind by Jonathan Haidt, and reading a useful book called Crucial Conversations, which is how I spent most of the flight, but then I opened my phone and caught up on the tweets that had loaded before we took off. So the last hour or so I was awash in a flood of tidbits about the chaos brought on by the muslim ban. I was upset. I thought hard about how to ethically go through customs and border control during this crisis. But by the time I'd landed, I'd decided to behave as I always do, then find the protest after clearing customs. I thought I'd have to hunt for it. But as soon as I walked through the exit doors, hundreds of people were lining the walkway, chanting and waving and holding signs of love and welcome. It was the best most patriotic homecoming I have ever had.
I cannot overstate the power of seeing so many people willing to give up their time and comfort and take on unclear risk to stand up for their values and their fellow humans. This is the weirdest time I have lived through and it is seriously scary, but I am in awe of how massive numbers of us in America and around the world (London was in the streets bigly the day after we left) have reacted with love and courage and reached out to each other to fend off despair.
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The criteria for Harvey accountability waivers
Texas Education Commissioner Mike Morath on Wednesday released the criteria he will use to decide how to waive state ratings for schools affected by Hurricane Harvey, more than nine months after it made landfall.
Schools impacted by Harvey that are set to receive failing state ratings this year, based largely on standardized tests, will instead get a waiver or a "not rated" label — if they meet Morath's criteria. But school administrators have repeatedly asked Morath to waive state ratings for all schools in the disaster area, instead of just the percentage that meet his criteria, arguing the mental health and academic impacts of the storm apply to all students and teachers in the region.
According to the released rules, schools must meet at least one of the following criteria to be considered for a waiver:
The school reported 10 percent or more of its enrolled students were displaced or homeless due to Hurricane Harvey.
The school reported 10 percent or more of its teachers were homeless due to the hurricane.
The school was closed for 10 or more class days post-Harvey.
The school had to hold classes in a different location or share a campus, at least through winter break, due to hurricane-related damages.
If all schools in a district qualify for a waiver, the entire district will also get a waiver from state ratings this year unless they receive the top rating. Districts will also receive waivers if 10 percent or more of their student body is enrolled in a school that received a waiver.
So what does that mean for HISD?
About 1,200 Texas schools affected by Hurricane Harvey, including hundreds throughout the Houston area, won't be punished for low academic performance this year as a result of the storm's devastation, Education Commissioner Mike Morath said Wednesday.
The list of campuses, however, does not include four of the 10 Houston ISD schools that could trigger major state sanctions this year. If all four of those campuses — Mading and Wesley elementary schools, Woodson PK-8 and Worthing High School — do not meet state academic standards in August, the Texas Education Agency must replace HISD's locally elected school board or close failing campuses. Woodson and Worthing are considered among the least likely of the 10 to meet state standards.
In an interview, Morath said the 10-day cutoff mirrored the threshold set for accountability waivers after Hurricane Ike in 2008. This time, however, Morath added the three additional criteria based on feedback from education leaders and availability of data.
"I think that given the totality of the impact of the storm, we had to set a threshold that was fairly low in terms of the degree of impact," Morath said.
Seven of the region's 20 largest school districts were closed for at least 10 instructional days, ensuring district-wide waivers. However, most districts were closed for seven to nine instructional days.
A few districts staggered their return dates. As a result, some campuses in a district will meet the 10-day threshold, while others will not.
In Houston ISD, for example, about 240 campuses missed nine instructional days, while 40 others missed 10 or more. Morath said he expects nearly 150 of those 240 campuses will still receive waivers because they meet other criteria.
Morath said some campuses in hard-hit districts "were just not affected by the storm" and "did not warrant getting any special storm-related adjusted accountability."
Regarding the long-struggling HISD schools subject to sanctions, Morath said: "The attention that's given to these 10 campuses in HISD has little to do with activities specific to this year. Each of those campuses has failed to meet academic standards for four years in a row, and at least one of them eight years in a row. We're talking about, in some cases, a generation of students."
HISD leaders, who have lobbied for district-wide accountability waivers, were magnanimous in comments Wednesday about Morath's decision, even as most of the district's schools fell just a single instructional day short of receiving an automatic break.
Using a ten-missed-days criterion instead of nine seems a bit arbitrary to me – as I recall, one of the weeks in which schools were closed included Labor Day, so there would have been a tenth day of cancellations were it not for that. What happens next, I don't know. Rep. Garnet Coleman released a statement expressing surprise at the announcement and a promise to "vigorously analyze" it. He also encouraged the four schools to apply for waivers individually. So who knows, there's still some doubt about where we go from here. And if the TEA does take action, I agree with Mayor Turner, who said they will own the results. Whatever they choose, I hope they know what they're doing.
Council passes resolution to support 2020 DNC
Houston bolstered its bid for the 2020 Democratic National Convention on Wednesday as City Council affirmed the city's safety and logistics services will be marshalled sufficiently to support the gathering if Houston is chosen as the host city.
Houston has joined seven other cities in taking initial steps to host the event. A memo to council that accompanied the resolution language this week says local officials will make a presentation to the DNC this month, hoping to make a "short list" of cities in contention for the convention. DNC officials have confirmed Houston was one of eight potential host cities to receive formal requests for proposals.
"This city has changed quite a bit since 1992," said Mayor Sylvester Turner, referencing the last national political convention held in Houston, the one heralding former President George H.W. Bush's reelection bid that year. "This is about showcasing our city. It's about inviting people from all over the globe to our city. It's intended to be a bipartisan effort being presented saying, 'This is Houston.'"
City officials said if Houston is chosen to host the event, a committee will be formed to raise private dollars to help pay for it, revenues that will be used in part to reimburse the city for its share of the costs, as was done after last year's Super Bowl; the Houston Rockets, the memo adds, have agreed to provide the Toyota Center as the official Convention site.
See here for the background. I remember that 1992 Republican convention. I spent two weeks doing "dawn patrol" clinic defense at the Planned Parenthood, then on Fannin before they reconfigured to move their entrance off the street. Those were interesting times, to say the least. Anyway, Houston is one of several cities to make a bid, unlike the other guys. I'm rooting for Houston to win here, but I'll understand if another city does.
The status of Confederate monument removal
We still have a long way to go.
Texas has removed the most Confederate symbols and statues in the country since 2015, according to a new Southern Poverty Law Center study. But the trend does not extend to the state Capitol, where lawmakers have been reluctant to take down monuments and plaques.
Texas cities removed 31 symbols, which include statues and renaming of schools and streets, according to the report. Austin led the way, with the removal of 10 symbols, the majority of them on the UT campus. Houston renamed seven schools and one street.
Cities in Texas and across the country have removed hundreds of symbols following the mass shooting at a black church in Charleston in 2015, which prompted lawmakers in South Carolina to remove the Confederate flag from the statehouse.
"As a consequence of the national reflection that began in Charleston, the myths and revisionist history surrounding the Confederacy may be losing their grip in the South," the SPLC argues in its report. "Yet, for the most part, the symbols remain."
Houston ISD spent $1.2 million to change the names of eight schools that once honored figures of the Confederacy. Reagan High became Heights High; Davis High was changed to Northside High; Lee High took the name of longtime educator Margaret Long Wisdom; Johnston Middle was changed to Meyerland Performing and Visual Arts Middle School; Jackson Middle became the Yolanda Black Navarro Middle School of Excellence; Dowling Middle was renamed after Audrey Lawson; and Lanier Middle changed its first name to honor former Houston Mayor Bob Lanier instead of Confederate poet Sidney Lanier.
Dowling Street, named after Houston businessman Dick Dowling who served as a lieutenant in the Confederacy, was renamed Emancipation Avenue by the City of Houston in January 2017.
Two controversial monuments remain in city parks.
The Spirit of the Confederacy statue has stood in Downtown's Sam Houston Park for 110 years. A monument commemorating Dick Dowling was erected in Market Square Park in 1905 before moving to its current location in Herman Park.
You can read the SPLC report here. There's a sidebar story in there about the history and origin of Stone Mountain in Georgia, which, yeah. Go read that if you're not familiar with what I'm talking about. I don't know if they counted this sort of thing, but in addition to the schools that got renamed, HISD also recently got rid of a Confederate-themed school mascot. So yes, progress.
One place where a lot more progress could and should be made in short order is in the state Capitol. State Rep. Eric Johnson, who has been leading the charge to get a particular historically false plaque removed, just submitted a brief to the AG's office regarding the authority of the State Preservation Board, which includes Greg Abbott and Dan Patrick, to remove that "Children of the Confederacy Creed" plaque. He subsequently got support from outgoing Speaker Joe Straus.
The Republican speaker of the Texas House says a Confederate plaque hanging in the state Capitol can — and should — be removed immediately.
In a letter to Attorney General Ken Paxton, Speaker Joe Straus called the plaque offensive and misleading. And he agreed with Rep. Eric Johnson, the Dallas Democrat pushing for its removal, that the Texas Preservation Board has the power to remove the plaque immediately.
"Every year, thousands of visitors to the Capitol are exposed to this inaccurate plaque," the San Antonio Republican's staff wrote on the Speaker's behalf. "Maintaining it in its present location is a disservice to them and to history. The plaque should either be removed or relocated to a place where appropriate historical context can be provided."
Johnson said he was disappointed he hasn't heard from Abbott in the seven months since the two men sat down to discuss the plaque. He wants the governor to call a meeting of the board and vote on his request to remove this plaque. If the agency fails to act quickly on his request, he wrote, a court of law could compel it to do so.
"The Curator similarly cannot let a request languish," Johnson wrote. "Should the Curator fail to act on a change request within a reasonable period of time, mandamus can issue to require the Curator to act."
One may be disappointed in Abbott, but one shouldn't be surprised. Straus has previously backed removing the monument, so if Abbott and Patrick would get off their butts and take action, we could get this done tomorrow. What are you waiting for, guys?
Texas blog roundup for the week of June 4
The Texas Progressive Alliance wonders if anyone will ever be held accountable for the tragedy in Puerto Rico as it brings you this week's roundup.

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Nurses In Tampa Speak Out Against GOP Health Law Proposal
By Daylina Miller • Mar 9, 2017
More than 1,000 nurses from around the country met this week in Tampa at the American Nurses Association annual conference, and part of it was spend discussing the potential impact of repealing Obamacare.
Much of the conversation focused on the newly released House plan, called the "American Health Care Act."
Tim Casey, Senior Associate Director of Government Affairs with ANA, was a panelist at a town hall meeting Thursday night at the Tampa Convention Center. He said the nursing group has series concerns about:
Replacing pre-existing condition discrimination protections with continuous coverage buy-in penalties
Winding down Medicaid expansion and shifting the program to a per-capita block grant funding structure for states
Eliminating the Prevention and Public Health Fund
Restricting access to women's health services
Repealing income-based subsidies in exchange for age-based tax credits
"We sent a letter to Capitol Hill respectfully offering our opposition and offering also to be a constructive, productive voice going forward with feedback going forward to help strengthen what they're trying to do on Capitol Hill," Casey said.
The ANA joins groups like the American Medical Association and AARP in opposing the Obamacare replacement plan as it's currently written.
Panelists at the conference also encouraged nurses to lend their knowledge to any bills that affect health care.
Listen to the whole town hall session here.
They're calling on nurses to write their local congressman, stay active on social media and reach out to journalists.
Jeffrey Doucette, the Vice President of Magnet Recognition Program and Pathway to Excellence at the American Nurses Credentialing Center, joined other panelists at the conference in encouraging nurses to speak out.
"As professional nurses we all get called upon constantly to give people our opinion, right?" Doucette asked the audience. "They call you all the time when they're not feeling well, they need help with their doctor, they need help with whatever, and this is perfect opportunity for us to position ourselves as the people who know the most about how care is delivered in this country."
The ANA asked lawmakers to involve them and other medical groups in the process of re-writing the new health law, but so far, haven't received a response.
House Panel OKs Health Bill; Industry Groups Opposed
By The Associated Press • Mar 9, 2017
House Republicans scored a pre-dawn triumph Thursday in their effort to scuttle former President Barack Obama's health care overhaul, but it masked deeper problems as hospitals, doctors and consumer groups mounted intensifying opposition to the GOP health care drive.
Medical, Hospital Groups Oppose GOP Health Care Plan
By Brian Naylor • Mar 9, 2017
The Republican health care overhaul working its way through the House is opposed by Democrats and by many Republican conservatives. It's none too popular with the people on the front lines of health care, either — including doctors, nurses and hospitals.
The chief medical officer of Medicaid, Dr. Andrey Ostrovsky, tweeted out his opposition on Wednesday. "Despite political messaging from others at HHS, I align with the experts ... in opposition to #AHCA," the career staffer said.
AARP Policy Director Criticizes Republican Health Care Plan
By editor • Mar 8, 2017
How Will The GOP Health Care Plan Affect Insurance Costs?
ARI SHAPIRO, HOST:
We're going to start this hour by talking about the Republican proposal to replace the Affordable Care Act, or Obamacare. In a moment, we'll hear from a group that has come out against the plan, the AARP.
Higher Premiums, Lower Subsidies For Older People Under ACA Replacement
By Julio Ochoa • Mar 8, 2017
Kaiser Family Foundation
People in their 50s and 60s could be hit with higher health insurance premiums and less financial help paying for them under a proposed replacement for the Affordable Care Act.
Facing Strong Pushback, GOP Leaders Advance Health Care Bill
Over the strong objections of key conservatives and Democrats, House Republican leaders are forging ahead with a health care plan that scraps major parts of the Obama-era overhaul.


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New Language for a New Year
So we're in 2021 and the New Year is often a time to reflect on the changes we're going to make in the year ahead. Eleven years ago it was the New Year that prompted me to start writing this blog, and it will be ten years ago this year that I started being open and honest about the episodes of intense tics I was experiencing.
I didn't have much choice about this honesty as my tics went from just occasional to happening several times a day. Back then I didn't have any language to describe them and to start with I called them 'the dying fish move' as they often involved me flapping about on the floor like a fish out of water.
Soon, though, I needed a way of talking about these episodes in professional contexts and 'dying fish' clearly wasn't going to cut it. I started calling them 'ticcing fits' because they looked seizure-like and needed similar management, even though I'm clear that they're really clusters of intense tics, not seizures.
In 2013 I wrote about a piece of research carried out by the Tourettes team at St George's Hospital that concluded that episodes of intense tics were potentially a feature of Tourettes for more people than previously thought – they called these episodes 'tic attacks'.
While I'm not a massive fan of 'tic attack' as a term I've also felt increasingly uncomfortable using 'ticcing fits'. So, as the majority of the Tourettes community use 'tic attack', to avoid confusion I've decided to use this term from now on too.
'Tic attack' isn't perfect and I'm aware that it can mean different things to different people. I'm worried that the word 'attack' might be misconstrued or associated with violence. I considered other possibilities including 'cluster tics', or 'tic status', which seems to have been in use from as early as 1996.
But in the end I feel that I do need to change my language and using the term that has become established feels right for now.
Language is important as it guides how we think and feel. As disabled people lots of the language we inherit is imperfect and heavily rooted in medical perspectives rather that in our lived experiences. I'm committed to continuing to reflect on and refine the language I use to describe my reality in as open a way as possible.
If you're experiencing tic attacks, the following blog posts might be useful to you:
Tough Tics Survivors Guide
How To Celebrate a Fitiversary
Intervention Round Up Reloaded
Essential A-Z


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As the school year came to a close, we celebrated those students who received honors and awards. Read on to find out more about them.
Thirty-four members of The University of Scranton's class of 2018 graduated from its undergraduate Honors Program, which is one of the Jesuit university's programs of excellence. Students in the Honors Program pursue a rigorous education that stresses independent work through close engagement with professors and other honors students, including the preparation, presentation and defense of a research or creative project during their senior year. See the list, here.
Fifteen members of The University of Scranton's class of 2018 graduated from its Business Leadership Honors Program, which is one of Scranton's programs of excellence. Students in this highly-selective program explore the basic theories and concepts of leadership through special seminars and courses in management, ethics, strategy and analysis, in addition to field trips to learn from top executives and projects in leadership, service and mentoring. See the list, here.
Thirty-five members of The University of Scranton's class of 2018 graduated from its Special Jesuit Liberal Arts Honors Program (SJLA), which is one of Scranton's programs of excellence. Students in SJLA pursue a rigorous education designed to develop enhanced writing, oral and critical-thinking skills through specially designed courses in philosophy, theology and literature. See the list, here.
From left: O'Hara Award recipients Sarah N. Jones, Patrick A. Tuzzo and Zachary P. Fiscus; and Rev. Herbert B. Keller, S.J., University of Scranton Interim President.
The University of Scranton honored 57 members of its undergraduate class of 2018 for academic excellence, service or both. The awards were presented at Class Night on May 25 on campus.
Students with the highest GPA in each of the University's three undergraduate colleges were presented Frank J. O'Hara Awards for General Academic Excellence, a memorial to the late administrator who served the University for 53 years.
Also recognized were prestigious national scholarship award recipients Lauren Coggins of Clarks Summit, who received a Fulbright English Teaching Assistantship to Mexico, and Matthew John Reynolds of Apalachin, New York, who received a Barry M. Goldwater Scholarship.
In addition, students were honored for outstanding academic achievement in their fields of study.
Ten members of The University of Scranton's class of 2018 and one graduate from Pennsylvania State University Scranton were commissioned as second lieutenants in the U.S. Army during a ceremony held on Scranton's campus in May. See the list, here.


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