Six word story

There is no excuse for abuse. 

Six words to say it all.  It is intimidating to stand before others and fight for beliefs, even though it is justice served to stand up for others.  The adage actions speak louder than words rings true still someone needs to speak up for the voiceless.  We can come up with a million excuses while the following happens in America yearly…

Nearly 700,000 children are abused in the U.S annually. An estimated 683,000 children (unique incidents) were victims of abuse and neglect in 2015, the most recent year for which there is national data.

CPS protects more than 3 million children. Approximately 3.4 million children received an investigation or alternative response from child protective services agencies. 2.3 million children received prevention services.

The youngest children were most vulnerable to maltreatment. Children in the first year of their life had the highest rate of victimization of 24.2 per 1,000 children in the national population of the same age.

Neglect is the most common form of maltreatment. Of the children who experienced maltreatment or abuse, three-quarters suffered neglect; 17.2% suffered physical abuse; and 8.4% suffered sexual abuse. (Some children are polyvictimized—they have suffered more than one form of maltreatment.)

About four out of five abusers are the victims’ parents. A parent of the child victim was the perpetrator in 78.1% of substantiated cases of child maltreatment.


These are the children known about.  Who else is out there silently crying in the corner?

Personally I hide behind the written word to let others know how I feel about atrocities against the vulnerable but to be seen and heard is another thing.  I guess I am use to being voiceless.  Shot down by those who want to steal my being.  I once felt I was no one and often return to past behaviors.  It is hard to believe when trust is broken.  I question those who say they love me.  “Do they really?” an inner voice asks.  “Do they?”  Is that maltreatment not enough to be there for others facing neglect and emotional abuse?  It is even more heart-wrenching to know others face physical and sexual abuse.

I recall a few years back, tutoring at a women’s homeless shelter, a sixth grade boy came in for help.  He sat down and could not make eye contact.  For a half hour I waited and in time he turned towards me.  During our conversation he told me of the bullying by fellow classmates who stole his backpack and ridiculed him for wanting to get an education.  Mind you this is in the inner city where gangs, drugs and distaste for others is the way of life.  The behaviors are learned and passed down through generations stemming from neglect by society at large.

There is blame to pass around but to point fingers does not solve the situation.  Instead we need to roll up our sleeves and get to work.  Whether it is hands-on, one-on-one, or directed to groups at-large, everyone must pick up the torch and move forward.  Let no one be subjected to demeaning and shame for being.  Humanity needs healing.  We are a fallen people hanging on by a thread.

Sebnem Sanders

Sebnem Sanders is more than Another Blogger. Today I call her friend. And I am beyond elated to send along her debut book link, as posted on her blog.

I am expectantly waiting for my book to arrive as early as tomorrow. The anticipation of holding the pages surreal, knowing all the thoughts are carried from a land far away. I have never traveled outside of America but soon a lovely soul from Turkey arrives at my home.

May all success be yours, Sebnem. I know the toil poured is beyond measure and the layers of life have been neatly laid, page after page. Always Jeanne Elizabeth 🤗❤️👏🏻

Ripples on the Pond

Yes!! 🎈💫👏🏻❤️

virgina woolf

I have sat with virginia woolf, on occasion, to muse my way through her words.  They ride stunningly, i immersed beneath her rougher sea, see-sawing back-n-forth, her waves treacherous to travel.  At times I am overwhelmed with meaning… actually what is she trying to confer? (see below.)

Today, propped near a chair, scattered here and there, To the Lighthouse, Orlando, Waves, Mrs. Dalloway Reader, A Writer’s Diary, A Room of One’s Own.  In each I grasp snippets, enough to digest in one sitting.  During and after, I find myself scouring to see what others spy, hidden between her time.  On top of everything sits Bloomsbury Group, Charleston, Monk’s House and the myriad of ideas of what it meant (or not) to be in Victorian time.  She was rather a rebel.

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Virginia Woolf at Charleston
Reading, I steal a glance Ms. Woolf’s way, capture her very essence creeping from between two worlds…hers and mine.   The practice of mindfulness ensues as I look out my window to watch; waves stand still and move away and come back to me in a different way.
So at this moment (10:04 ET, U.S.) while reading…
ORLANDO, I find a book chock full of descriptive encounters. I am enamored.  In the course of a few pages

  1. a strand or two of course, dry hair, like the hair on a cocoanut.
  2. When he put his hand on the windowsill to push the window open, it was instantly coloured red, blue, and yellow like a butterfly’s wing.

And then the musing of what color green and the scattering love of passion and need.  So what is Orlando’s story:  a diary of days, a love letter to the world, a shattering of emotion?  All three?

I like Woolf’s fluid style of writing. Feelings pour over me but I am amiss in the meaning. Must it take pages to enter Orlando’s world? Do i hold back in fear I will be engulfed, losing myself? I slowly immerse, the water icy… I see texture and color but what is the plot? Shouldn’t I be privy to the plot?

Aladdin! (Updated)

6/11/2017  6:30pm How will they perform Raja, the Genie, Flying Carpet? Oh, will they have a real monkey Apu? And an elephant in the parade?

🐒 🐘 🐯 Jasmine and Aladdin ❤️

6/12/2017 7:00am  Having watched the Disney animated version numerous times, my youngest daughter and I came to Chicago with wanting something similar in the Live! version.  Our preconceived notions put us mentally at a disadvantage but the imaginative cast and crew put on a marvelous production. 

The set was vibrant and glittery, Genie was intoxicating, the dance numbers stunning and the flying carpet was magical. We both ended up in a whole new world! 

The Cadillac Palace Theatre is itself a stunning production. Absolutely beautiful!! 

Food for thought…

The issues at hand are more complicated than understandable and living simple, autonomous lives, in horror we can surmise actions of mobs or enjoy peace in the chaos. In this we lay down our choice to be or not to be alive.

Government is both a curse and a blessing. Why anyone would choose to take a job that breeds gray hair and a longing to only paint and write, well enough said. I just hope all the political bs washes away soon. Never soon enough.


In fear and trembling, destiny’s road perishes.
With courage, horizons come to light.

The ripple effect of anger is devastating, as the tide becomes larger, it reaches more and more people. For matters that harm, I cannot believe healing happens in waves, by mob rule.

Luckily no one can read the road signs in my mind. Or, perhaps you would love me, I am praying for peace.

Charlie has been entertaining me in this squalor. I want nothing of the games played but rather walk the path he takes.

How can we know?

with fear and trembling
destiny’s road perishes
with courage
the horizon comes to light

A problem exists in the edgy faction modern science and religion wage. The two disagree, most vehemently. Doubt about spiritual meaning exists in a scientific quest for knowledge and blind obedience to religion is dangerous. Warrior thinkers remain vigilant to answer why we battle against ourselves. There is no doubt gravity and the atomic bomb exist while a lack of spirit becomes a soulless fight against life.

I fear the poetic brain becomes a fossil, crushed bone without flesh. Science will never be buried and new discoveries ever weeding out the story of life. If we travel too far, we risk losing what it means to be human.

It’s not easy being
yellow, purple, orange
colored dreams,
man’s meaning
greater than what it seems.

Praying for the peace of Jerusalem, the world’s relationships, the plight of war’s casualties. Humans are still human after all. J💛

Public announcement 😳

mistake, word for the day

WordPress mistakes of late have been plenty. The missing posts from my Reader a headache. I am truly sorry if I have missed yours. Just be mindful, it is not my mistake or ignoring or isolation. 🤕

On a different note, I am training to be a volunteer child advocate in Indianapolis as the number of families facing hardship rises. The parental mistakes need attention and the children 👶 need assurance it is not their fault. They are wedged in society, between family and the law and we advocates look to remedy their situation. It would be a mistake to look the other way.

Someone needs to be their voice,  their fairy, their wish come true. Say a prayer 🙏🏻 , send well wishes for the impoverished, the downtrodden, the ones invisible to society. They are hidden in corners, live in shelters, hide under their bed. They go to school, flunk out and bare the repercussions. Then, with a gleam, a twinkling of stars ✨ hope glimmers around their souls. Smiles appear from behind closed doors 🚪. Peace ✌️ rests again until another child, tomorrow. 

Be well, j