Fly Like An Eagle

Driving alongside the Mighty Mississippi to the National Eagle Center in Wabasha, Minnesota, was worth the trip. Time to spend with my darling nearly nine-year-old grandson on a late Autumn day, with its Midwestern array of gold, red, and orange foliage flashing by.

At the Eagle Center we attended a captivating program with Connor, the lively eagle handler. Latsch, the less lively but regal eagle, whistled for Connor to feed him more pieces of rat, his favorite delicacy.

Yes, we learned that one eagle claw, with its 400 lbs. of pressure, could break a human’s femur. And if Latsch pooped it was possible for it hurl up to 12 ft. into the audience.

“Change your seats now if you’re concerned,” he told us. Nobody did.

A wide range of humans sat with us, most of whom I wouldn’t have encountered in everyday life.

Connor had just explained that eagles can only carry away creatures about one-third of their weight (around 8-18 lbs.)

A hefty Iowa farmer with a big white beard, lounging on his folding chair, piped up, “I read that a big one carried away a full-grown mountain lion.”

“That’s not possible,” said Connor.

“But I read it somewhere,” mumbled the Iowa farmer.

So that’s how conspiracy theories begin…

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No One is Talking About This

I want to tell you about two very different writers. Both are worth reading. Their writing resonates with me for very different reasons.

Patricia Lockwood is a quirky, “let ‘er fly” poet, novelist, and essayist. She disdains genres. Her novels and her memoir Priestdaddy (her father is a priest) defy explanation.

And I can’t stop thinking about her. A few nights ago a few friends and I heard her speak, perform, gesticulate, and surprise us at Talking Volumes, presented by MPR News and the Minne Star Tribune.

Luckily, my psychologist friend drove us because I immensely dislike heading into the Twin Cities of Minneapolis or St. Paul, where we convened in the old Fitzgerald Theater. I’m so glad I went! (And we discovered an old convent-bar for wine and snacks afterward!)

I’m reading No One Is Talking About This, Lockwood’s first novel. She partly is the protagonist. The book written in fragments. I don’t get most of it. I think I get this one:

Back in 1999, she had watched five episodes of The Sopranos and immediately wanted to be involved in organized crime. Not the shooting part, the part that they all sat around in restaurants.

Seems pretty straightforward, right?

I like that she puts bits out there. I do that sometimes (I’m becoming more confident about my writing, believing that all my little notebook notes belong somewhere).

Lockwood forgets stuff (and she’s only 43). She doesn’t know what’s going on at times, like when she had long covid, but she digs into that. She asks herself big questions, Are you not a person?

And she’s funny as hell.

“If she had stayed in Ohio,” she writes, “she would have disappeared into the Internet.”

She’s brilliant. She’s a thinker par excellence.

Turn, turn, turn, and you will find Jill Lepore, the brilliant Harvard history prof who also started teaching at Harvard Law School last year. As she started delving into more Constitutional Law, Lepore collaborated with data scientists, political scientists, and a team of Harvard undergraduates, to create “publicly searchable full-text archives of more than 11,000 amendments proposed in Congress between 1789 and 2022.” That never made it into law. First of all, it takes too long — seven years of state legislative approval

What does this mean? The US Constitution was made to be amended. We need to change the process, outlined in her new book WE The People. A History of the U.S. Constitution.

In addition to Howard Zinn, I often go to Lepore for my history, although she’s mostly a fan of the enthusiasm Zinn forged in previously bored high school history students. Not so much his historical views.

I’ll add that Lepore’s “The Lost Archive” is the only podcast I’ve ever listened to, because it’s so damn entertaining: https://www.thelastarchive.com/season-4-

It’s time to write. And it’s time for history to get it right.

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I didn’t know it yet…

As I returned from this morning’s three-mile walk around Lake Harriet, I passed Wild Rumpus Children’s Bookstore. As I often do. A mom and dad and a skinny young boy made their way from their small car (with a Quebec license plate) to the purple front door.

I smiled. I imagined how excited they were to finally make it to this top-notch children’s bookstore. With its resident two cats named after authors but I can’t remember who, its mourning dove and other birds providing indoor chirps. No longer with its underground rat visible under the floor boards.

Wild Rumpus is now part of my Linden Hills neighborhood, still in the same century-old brick building where it opened in 1992. But I didn’t know it yet, as the then owner of OZ Children’s Bookstore in Southwest Harbor, Maine, and a board member of the American Association of Children’s Booksellers. I and my nine colleagues were on a mission.

We flew from various spots around the country to see the new store. Plus, we were worried B.Dalton Booksellers opening a chain of children’s specialty stores such as ours. The first one, we heard, would be located in the humungous Mall of America. The largest mall in the world, I think? But who cares.

That was my first tine in Minneapolis. (I never returned to the Mall of America!)

I didn’t know it yet, but I never imagined that I would someday live up the street from Wild Rumpus. Or that I would live ten minutes in the other direction from my two magnificent grandchildren. They benefit from my long-established personal rule: A book must be purchased whenever I enter an independent bookstore.

I didn’t know it yet. But Wild Rumpus may have been our destination in the above recent photo. “I wish we could have seen your OZ bookstore, SheShe (my grandmother name),” said my nearly six-year-old granddaughter.

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To The Editor

I’m proud that the Minnesota Star Tribune printed my letter to the editor this week. I’m two for two getting my writing into one of the country’s top newspapers.

The first was “Misogyny Amplified,” a column that appeared following the 2024 presidential election.

What could I do about the horrendous political chaos sickening so many of us? I’m not going to knock on doors, send money, or make phone calls for the Democratic Party. None of it does any good in kicking old white men off their political pedestals.

I don’t know if my writing does any good. I don’t know that it doesn’t.

So I’ll keep at it. Here’s my letter:

0728TO THE EDITOR:

In this time of political tumult and reduced funding, education will suffer more than it has in recent years. 

What the world needs is reliance on humanity. Respectful interactions between people of all ages who hold different points of view. That’s why I concur with “Teaching: Oh, the humanity, part 2” by retired teacher Dick Schwartz (MN Star Tribune, July 27, 2025).

As a former high school teacher, it’s not so much that students met “famous” people, it’s that someone such as former Strib opinion columnist Katherine Kersten listened to them. That she recognized their ability to think for themselves, and I would add, to ask smart questions.

In the 1990s, I taught at Mt. Desert Island High School in Maine. I took students for an annual “Intellectually Challenging Weekend” to Boston. Lucky me, my mentor was the late BU historian, Howard Zinn (author of “A People’s History of the United States”). He met with us at a private seminar at the Holiday Inn near his home. 

One year a student asked, “Is it really you?” 

Zinn replied, “Oh comon, I’m just an old Jewish grandfather.” They jumped in, framing astute questions for the “famous” professor, a caring human being. Twenty teenagers hugged Zinn when we left.

This summer, I bumped into a former student in Maine. “I’ll never forget our seminar with Howard Zinn,” he said. “That was a life-changing experience.”

What did our current incurious president say after winning the 2016 Nevada primary? 

“I prefer the uneducated.”

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A Most Remarkable Man

I’m proud to share my tribute to Ashley Bryan, which was just published in the Horn Book Magazine.

It would have been Ashely’s 102 birthday on Sunday, July 13. 

We need more humans like Ashley in this tumultuous world!

https://www.hbook.com/story/a-most-remarkable-maine-man-a-tribute-to-ashley-bryan

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Unscathed and Unbit

Ship Harbor is my favorite one-mile stroll along the Atlantic. No climbing any of the thirty peaks on Mt. Desert Island.

From that rocky coast of Maine, view the Duck Islands in the distance, a lobster boat crossing by. There Fritz Perls, the father of Gestalt therapy, offered workshop weekends. Wish I participated back in the early 1970s. I missed that experience. Somebody I know did.

Perls wrote the then-famous “In and Out of the Garbage Pail.” The psychologist with the long white beard, like god sitting on pouffy clouds, warned about “unfinished business.” The scientific community criticized him for not being scientific enough.

Unfinished business permeates old folks like me. Nearly nothing matters at this age except for the good health of family and friends.

Me, I want to take care of unfinished business before my time is up. Recently, I read in the Harvard Gazette that joy equals genes for establishing longevity. I hope so.

Outside of Southwest Harbor’s Liquor Locker this morning, I came upon the former owners of Holiday House children’s publishers. We were happy to see each other. Kate is now 87 and John is 90. I recall being angry at them once, years ago. I don’t remember why. No longer do I care about the reason.

Me, letting anger roll off my back? How wonderful. While my darling daughter and daughter-in-law tap out their work emails, or chill as my son takes his highly energetic kids for a swim at Echo Lake Sand beach. I repeatedly utter, “Okay,” also “yep” or even an occasional “whatever.”

Me, I love them so completely. And wonder how they will remember these days, these visits back to our life-framing Mt. Desert Island. When they are old and gray. Long after I’m gone.

Me, I’m happy that mosquitoes left me alone this morning as we treaded along Ship Harbor.

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Pencil Sharpening Means Renewal

I’ve had my regrets in life. But I don’t regret getting so excited about the fourth anniversary of the 20-ft. pencil sharpening at Lake of the Isles, yesterday on June 7, which took place on the front lawn of the home of Amy and John Higgins. (I would like to meet them!)

It was the coolest event I’ve attended since moving to Minneapolis nearly four years ago.

Why a 20-ft. pencil? I never knew until yesterday, when my son, my two young grandchildren, and I strolled alongside cyclists, kayakers, dogs, canoeists, and children of all ages — some who held giant plastic pencils in the air, or others who wore pointy-pencil hats — to join the steady stream of people who made up the crowd of more than 2,000 in front of the Higgins’s house (we had to park on a side street five blocks away).

https://www.mprnews.org/story/2025/06/07/why-a-minneapolis-neighborhood-sharpens-a-giant-pencil-every-year

Everybody uses pencils. As John Higgins, our host said, the annual pencil sharpening event can serve as “a time of renewal.”

Pencil closeup photo

Prince's birthday

Prince's birthday

We’re all in this together. With such community levity, how could anyone dwell on the horrors going on around our country?

And for true Minneapolitans, it was a chance to celebrate Prince, the city’s musical icon, on what would have been his 67th birthday. Unfortunately, we missed the purple pencils handed out in his memory. Instead, we finished our celebration with homemade ice cream at Sebastian Joe’s. It was a very happy day.

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Dream Count, A Recommendation

After my children and grandchildren, after hiking in Tucson or on Mt. Desert Island, I love books the most. Since I’m the former owner of OZ Children’s Bookstore (1982-1997), you won’t be surprised to realize that books, nature, my dear family and friends, are what sustain me.

Why do I particularly love fiction by Nigerian women writers? I don’t know.

Dream Count by Chiminanda Ngozi Adichie is my latest love. It’s about four Nigerian women, three of whom are rich and one who’s a housekeeper. It’s about money laundering capitalism. It’s about relationships and a lot of sex/sex talk. It’s about a few good men. It’s about most men who need help from women to become full human beings.

Most of all, it’s about women who help other women, one of whom becomes a Robyn Hood to destitute women.

And it’s about a lot more. A mix of fiction and reality, from a different point of view that I’ve recognized.

“Democrats have always cared about Africa.” Not true, notes the author. Hardly anybody has cared about Africa.

“America has bamboozled us all,” says one of the book’s Nigerian protagonists, adding, “I was puzzled. From outside, America makes more sense. [Americans] want your life to match their soft-baked theories and when it doesn’t, they burst out with their provincial certainty.”

I still love America. What it has tried to stand for. Like my favorite 14th Amendment to the US Constitution, which espouses Equal Protection Under the Law.

There’s this theory I’ve come up with. Perhaps other countries have suffered enough over a longer period of time than we in America have. Perhaps it’s our turn to suffer more — not just people of color, immigrants and poverty-stricken people — but all of us. In my view, we are living during the most terrifying time in our history. Any semblance of democracy, and our historic hopes for it, are dissipating. Squandered by an incompetent and evil bully in the White House.

Perhaps what I want to know from Nigerian women writers, is what they know about the world, most especially what they know about America.

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All My Rage Can’t Fit On This Sign

It felt good to join 6,000-10,000 humans in front of the Minnesota State Capital today. We put ourselves out there to stop the rise of authoritarianism, the outrageous oligarchy knocking on all of our doors.

What creative signs Minnesotans came up with! I was impressed. Some were even funny.

I will continue to show up and speak out. Please join me, wherever you may be!

For your edification, a few of my favorite signs:

“Teach empathy, not hate.”

“It’s so bad even introverts are here.”

“IKEA has better cabinets than his.”

“No tariffs on penguins.”

“Know your parasites: dog tick deer tick luna tick (you know who)

“MAGA: Morons are governing America.” (Are they governing??)

“The Hague is waiting.”

“You wanted cheap eggs, but got measles instead.”

“As a woman I hope to someday have as many rights as a gun.”

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No Equality Here!

When I stopped teaching at Mt. Desert Island High School in 2002, I got cute with my students. Not realizing that any semblance of equality would be on the chopping block in twenty-five years.

“If we run into each other walking down some unknown street in some unknown city thirty years from now, I’ll ask you, “What’s my favorite Constitutional Amendment?”

“It’s the 14th Amendment!” teens holler out, because I’ve never let them forget what my favorite Amendment is.  The 14th Amendment guarantees citizenship and equal rights to ALL people born or naturalized in the United States. It also states that ALL citizens have the right to due process and equal protection under the law. 

EQUAL PROTECTION UNDER THE LAW!

Who fears the disappearance of this essential Constitutional right? It’s never been absolute but at least as country, we hoped to achieve it.

In this first month of Trump’s second presidential term we are witnessing the results of the monstrous Trump-Musk coup.

I have never been as afraid for the continuance of our fragile democracy. But I am today. I have lived through the Vietnam War, Watergate, the Civil Rights Movement, and Ronald Reagan’s trickle down economy, which fed the wealthiest among us.

Retired folks like me have the right to receive Social Security payments that we have paid into throughout our working lives. Yesterday — on the sacred-to-me third Wednesday of the month — I was afraid that the Treasury Department chaos instigated by Musk’s tech boys might hold back my check. Thank goodness, it arrived in my bank account.

Watching U.S. Rep. Jasmine Crockett (D-TX) gave me some hope.

Who understands that all the programs/jobs the so-called DOGE has eliminated is only about 5 percent of the U.S. budget? So how much is the cost-cutting saving? Not much. Rep. Crockett talked about this at an oversight committee hearing — see link above.

But the Trump-Musk unjust, scandalous blitzkrieg has already hurt millions of Americans. In one month! Think about that: the families planning to visit now partially closed national parks; seniors worrying about Social Security and Medicare; or the discontinuation of contracts that further academic research and assistance to poverty stricken individuals here and around the world.

Tax cuts for the wealthiest one percent among us? Government exists for ALL people, not for billionaires to gain more power.

These outrageous cuts, so rapidly hailed upon us by the would-be king’s executive orders, are not about cost-cutting. They are about designating Winners and Losers. Everything is a deal to this make-believe president. His actions are not about the real life American government that protects the historical safety net — or the truth — for ALL. Make some noise!




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