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My first attempt at starting an unauthorized Kickball League for The Homeless in Manchester was a tad fruitless (to say the very least), but not without a high degree of verbal gems to lick and consider in the days ahead.
The Governor and The Attorney General’s statements here have expressly criticized these jurors’ actions in a way that could adversely influence not only these particular jurors’ future jury service, but could adversely influence other potential future jurors throughout the state.
The current state of affairs in Manchester is a trashy one. I don’t mean politics. I don’t mean the Department of Public Works. I mean what Mom said: “Pick up after yourself.”
The suite—which accommodates roughly 40 people—was air-conditioned[10] and spacious with modern couches and coffee tables with chips and pastry trays, a big screen television to our right while in front of us, through the window panes, Fenway Park stretched out unfettered by any obstructions, a truly idyllic view.
To me, one of the attractions of New Hampshire was the opportunity to support local businesses and communities. I like to believe here in New Hampshire you can choose your own adventure as we have many opportunities. However what happens when your adventure is being threatened; will your neighbors and community support and rally behind you? What if it is your neighbors are causing chaos? What if hate is literally knocking at your door? Then what?
Well, it was 1965 and off to Central High. A new chapter and new friends. They were in the process of building a new addition to the school and they were driving the pilings into the ground so the building shook constantly.
Instead of simply complaining, I decided to present my ideas for a possible solution. Although not the perfect solution, my hope is that my ideas will act as a starting point to answering the question of why isn’t it done this way?
As Memorial Day came and passed, I was reminded of how it was one of the most challenging days of the year for me. This is because of the unfortunate passing of someone, my grandfather, who was the only veteran I was related to. I taught myself to work through pain or write about it. I figured why not do both?
Maybe I’m not “a good boy.” Maybe I have no interest in being “a good boy” according to The Blonde Woman’s ideas about the concept. Maybe I’d prefer to live my life following my passions—I’m passionate about cheese and, yes, I will continue to beg for it—even it means indulging in my dark/“bad” side.
The January 6th hearings have wound down for the moment but I won’t forget what I learned—that what happened that day wasn’t an isolated attack on our Capitol. It’s part of an ongoing criminal conspiracy to undermine our freedom to vote and to choose our elected leaders.
Having spent three-plus decades as a registered nurse (RN) working in acute care, home care, and long-term care environments, I like to say—and I think I’ve earned the right—nurses are the oxygen that keep our health care system running. And like the human body, without enough oxygen, the system fails.
But I was apprehensive about starting “Tracy Flick Can’t Win” for a couple of reasons, which I’m also fairly certain that my fellow book-nerds will understand.
What direction are Republicans in Merrimack going? Is it the far-right of our current Republican representatives or the respectful balance of the Republican homeowner I met while canvassing?
While it may appear campaigns have become nastier and meaner with all the added money the Supreme Court’s Citizens United decision poured into elections, the hits on opposing candidates have always existed, and a weapon every campaign uses now and again.
I wish there was an easy answer. I think where I find my intersection is in seeing myself as a Black woman and being able to carry the legacy of both of those heritages, that history and seeing how they interconnect with one another, like slavery and colonialism are inextricably interlocked, but that’s not the totality of our culture and our experience. I am an African who grew up in America, who is American by culture.
