My legal name change hearing is set for December 6, 2016. I am changing my name after learning family secrets, and my true genetic identity.
Hans Michel Walck arrived in Philadelphia from southwestern Germany in 1732, at the age of 23. Ben Franklin was just a local merchant and publisher at the time. He lost an election in 1764, due in part to antipathy from Germans, whom he criticized as “swarthy” and “boors.” On the other hand, his loss resulted in a new job representing Pennsylvania in England, thus launching his career as an international statesman.
I’m looking forward to a new year, with a new name, and hopefully, a President I can tolerate.
When I was in college, I heard that Prince sometimes got people out on tour, in the middle of nowhere, and demanded sex from them, upon threat of being left stranded. When I hear these stories, it’s a turn off. I don’t want to know more about the person, and their products do not seem very attractive. Despite this particular rumor (later supported by a second source), I bought a cassette copy of “1999” at some point. True, I never spent any more of my money on Prince. He made his fortune without my help.
Now I have a choice between spending $16 to see “Birth of a Nation,” or waiting two years and seeing it for free at the library or on Bounce TV. I don’t like contributing to someone’s success, or lifestyle, when I am sure he has committed a heinous act. Plus, the writer on the film also participated in the same crime. I think I’ll wait.
I started this applique/patchwork cover after my mother’s death in 2012. I never rush when it comes to making a quilt. I prefer hand sewing, as it is relaxing, and yet you have something tangible when you are finished.
I made a quilt for a client, Linda Wargo, last year. The pattern is “Eclipse.” Linda keeps it on her bed, where it livens up the room.
There are quilting clubs, and groups that make quilts for new babies. If you prefer knitting, you can make sweaters for penguins (while in rehab) or even mini-horses! The world will be a better place for your efforts.
The James Baldwin International Conference was held in Paris in late May, sponsored by the American University. 200+ scholars gathered to discuss their pursuit of “Baldwin Studies”, eat, drink, make merry, and remember the giant who once walked in our midst.
I am delivered – out of the jaws of hell. My journey splits my skull, – and, as I rise, I fall. – “Christmas Carol”
Baldwin was more than a writer, or a poet. He had the capacity to inspire others, myself included, to be more than just a passive lump on the sidewalk. He will be remembered for a long, long time.