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My second book in the Defining Ways Series Climbing Up The Family Tree; Defined by Pedigree is set in a sobriety or halfway to recovery house. I chose the setting deluding myself that I did not need to delve much into addiction. I just needed a setting where I had people from all walks of life interacting and discussing their past.
As my characters grow and become real (I am far from finished with the first draft) reality has set in and the basic realization that the first cure to addiction is ACCEPTANCE has given me so much to ponder on. I finally opened my eyes wide and removed the dark eyewear of denial.
As I explored this I came to the inevitable conclusion that it is clearly the key to addressing any issue, be it personal or global. Today as Americans we stand on that very edge of DENIAL vs. ACCEPTANCE, as we witness the reactions to the inexcusable shootings at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in South Carolina.
I grew up with an amazing Step-Grandfather who dressed like Santa and went out of his way to be kind and helpful. I have some warm and amazing memories about this lovely man who served under Nimitz in the South Pacific during WW II and who lived in London when the war broke out as an executive for Standard Oil of New Jersey’s INTAVA branch. In 1940 in London, he helped a woman deliver her child in a Taxicab, so many interesting stories. (image below Xmas 1962, I wish someone had taught me how to hold the puppy properly)
With all the wonderful experiences he had in his 91 years on this earth. He met Pancho Villa who would have killed him had he known he was Edward Cuilty’s son for God’s sakes, I mean HUGE experiences. The last time I saw him a few months before he died in a VA assisted living facility in Southern Texas, instead of focusing on the beauty of that life well lived, he harped on his sadness that a lovely white girl; my best friend, had married a black man and had two black children.
That is the deep seated bigotry that runs through the veins of so many Americans today and in the late 1980s. How can we as a country, a people, a whole refuse to seize what makes us a good people and accept and thus change that which does not?
It took me several years to mourn his passing as that last conversation left such an empty and confused feeling in me. It was hard to remember all the good, when he had shone such a bright light on such a huge flaw that he carried throughout his life. Inasmuch as I am originally from Mexico City, mine is a very white world, since 2008 I have ended many relationships, with friends and relatives, because of the overt bigotry and prejudice, they have openly exhibited.
I am an American by choice and I love my country the United States with all my heart. As an American it is my civic duty to be aware and involved. I hope all Americans have the courage to remove the dark glasses of denial and stare bigotry and prejudice full in the face and ACCEPT that the issue is real, very real.
The best words I have found today on the subject are by Jon Stewart …
“We’re bringing it on ourselves,” he said. “And that’s the thing —al Qaeda, ISIS, they’re not s— compared to the damage we can do to ourselves on a regular basis.”
In July of 1999 rushing into a hospital with an 11 month old child was our introduction to ANAPHYLAXIS. Before that I had reported a reaction for which I had my infants severe ECZEMA medication to stop in time. When the pediatrician saw my infant post medication and no longer swollen, he dismissed me as a nervous first time parent. I even began to question if I had imagined how his eyes got so swollen so rapidly… How my inner voice said give him a double dose of ATARAX (hydroxyzine). For the Eczema I seldom used the prescribed medication, resorting more to herbs and oatmeal poultice.
As a student of Astrology I came in contact with herbalists and healers who guided me how to use prescription medications for my infant in as sparing a dose as possible while taking advantage of far less invasive alternatives. Ironically the above mentioned pediatrician at some point bought his own book on herbs as he saw how my child thrived.
When a child is allergic to what other children eat daily as healthy food, DAIRY, EGGS, TREE NUTS… School lunchrooms, parties, playgrounds become danger zones.
We were fortunate to encounter supportive people who helped us, but there were also parents who complained that they could not have PIZZA PARTIES for the class because of the “Allergic Kid”. Please take the time to learn what LIFE Threatening allergies entail for a child and the parents.
Today our son at 16 years od and he is far healthier. His allergies have diminished but are still considered life threatening. We have hope and are willing to imagine the possibility that he will fully outgrow his allergies. I cannot explain the relief when the doctor voiced that almost 2 years ago. Every summer Austin has a series of blood tests to determine the level of his allergies, as we see the numbers dwindle we also learn of other allergens such as BANANAS!
Our success in protecting our child is thanks to the fact that we had good luck, support systems in place, one such thanks to the American Disabilities Act of 1990 . Sadly we had to ask (pretty much demand) that he be protected by the school system it was NOT readily offered to us.
Our choice was to have only one child, I have met families who have such struggles, juggling one child with severe food allergies while having others that are not allergic. I cannot even imagine how difficult it must be for parents where even their home is a danger zone!
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I have many friends bearing the name Sara or Sarah all from a wide variety of backgrounds and countries. What can I say I never met a Sara I did not click with! Some people believe in the frequency of names, and in order not to be insulting I will abstain from any names that usually signal me to steer clear… but Sarah is a name that beckons me to get to know a person.
In the old Sanskrit word sâra (सार), which can be glossed as “essence”, “core”, or “speckled” and Sarah (Hebrew); biblical: originally called Sarai, Sarah shared an adventurous nomadic life with her husband Abraham.
Writing this post has made me want to write a few letters (yes I still do snail mail here and there) , make a few calls and e-mail… .
The meaning of the name Renée: Reborn, I love the name as that or Renata and I like it because I am very much into reincarnation. Traditionally the name Renée has more of a Christian idea of reborn connotation. Renée is the female form of René, with the extra –e making it feminine. Renée is the French form of the late Roman name Renatus and the meaning is reborn or born again.
I use the concept of past lives through the character Bill in THE BRIDGE OF DEATHS I used real past life regressions, not my own to complimenting traditional research .
French philosopher and Mathematician René Descartes is my favorite René in History. Who is your Favorite Philosopher?
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