I am now 76 and feel that my ability to help improve the world is shrinking as I am aging. I have never given up on learning and growing through reading and media. Whenever I am with others I feel that keeping my brain active and informed is always a positive regardless of whether we agree completely. As a person who worked in a pediatric ER and taught psyhology at the college level for decades I could know that I truly made life better for others every day. Whether it was holding a dead baby in my arms while other members of the staff dealt with broken parents, recognizing the imminent danger in the appearance of a 2-week-old and getting her immediate help or telling a freshman who had failed my first exam that he could get an A for my course - that I graded on improvement not on the fact that as a new college student he had never learned how to study. Together he earned an A for the course. Because I dealt with life and death issues and worked to teach young people, retiring feels like a great loss. I loved to teach Intro Psych the most because I believed it was like teaching a language. I knew that the vast majority of my students would not become psychologists, but I hoped that 25 years later they could read an article about the brain or mental illness and have a vocabulary to help them understand, I do not feel that I am / was more valuable than a great carpenter or an excellent tenant farmer ( my father and uncles ). Doing any work well improves quality of life for oneself and those we encounter. I live in Minneapolis. The Democratic Speaker of our House of Representatives was just assassinated by a MAGA believer. I love the fact that 5 million individuals protested for No Kings while Agent Orange pretended he was Vladimir Putin having a military parade in front of a few thousand people. I am physically unable to march. I vote!! I emailed Justin Trudeau and apologized that our Idiot wants to make Canada the 51st state. I wrote to Bishop Budde and thanked her for speaking truth to power at the innauguration day service. Fortunately all my beloved friends, except one, fear the authoritarian and dangerous path that is destroying the American constitution. I feel impotent!! One good choice that I made has helped my sense of community. When we members sold our co-op (land, building, and apartments ) where I had lived for 35 years I began to look for a senior condo where I would live until I left on a gurney or in a box... I had always lived on the southern side of the city and began looking there. What I could afford was a 700 square foot box for $150,000 to $200,000. I knew a realtor who is a man of Color. He asked if he could show me places on he North side. Historically this side of the city was where the unwanted were allowed to live. In the early 1900s, Minneapolis saw a rise in the use of restrictive covenants written into property deeds. These were discriminatory legal clauses designed to prevent certain groups, including Jews, from buying or living in specific neighborhoods. Restrictive covenants effectively barred Jews, along with African Americans and other minority groups, from purchasing property in certain neighborhoods. Hubert Humphrey, during his time as Mayor of Minneapolis in the mid-1940s, actively combatted antisemitism and racism, transforming the city from a place known for its prejudice into one making concrete progress on civil rights. He established the Mayor's Commission on Human Rights, which later became a model for other cities, and in 1948, Minneapolis enacted the nation's first municipal fair employment law under his leadership. My realtor showed me a co-op and then a condo right off Lowry Avenue. When I walked into this apartment, I spoke when just looking in: This is where I am going to live. 1100 square feet plus a balcony for less than $50,000 simply because it was on the North Side..... We have people of all colors and ethnic backgrounds - Black, Hispanic, African, Middle Eastern, Russian, Indian ( Asian ), and plain old white people. It is such a joy to have my best friends be People of Color!!!!!!! I will never understand the hatred of immigrants. Unless we are Native American or our ancestors were brought here on slave ships, we are all the children of immigrants. I feel such dispair.... All this started with the author's idea that everthing can be overcome by " a few people talking together". I fear that this is what the German people thought as Hitler rose to power and his true purpose came to light. I will try to remember Miss Dickinson. Kristi & Abby Tabby
By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.