Every human being on the planet is BORN a racist... We are ALL racists. Every human being on the planet is BORN a racist. ‘NO!’ you’re screaming at me. ‘BULLSHIT, you whacked-out bitch. I am not a racist!’ Racism is taught, not inherent to our nature is the common wisdom. And while it’s true racism, hate, fear … Continue reading Born Racist
Why are some jokes universally funny to large swaths of people? For my husband’s birthday, I took him and our two adult kids to a comedy show last weekend. There were around 30 people in the club that easily held 100 or more. The headliner was a Black guy, and I’m identifying his race with … Continue reading The Tragedy in Comedy
My daughter came home crying from her job as a barista for a local Boba Tea shop. “They don’t like me, Mom! I’m doing the exact same level of work that all the new kids are, and they keep calling ME out cuz I’m not Asian.” Several other barista-type jobs at various local businesses to … Continue reading Racism—Up Close, and Personal
THANKSGIVING 1991 The sweet, cloying scent of death was veiled by the sharpness of cleanser in the antiseptic lobby of the Home. Chrome handrails lined the light pink walls. A hunched elderly man clutched onto the railing as he shuffled along in slow motion. Each step looked pained. Pasty white skin, his eyelids drooped over … Continue reading Scene from an L.A. Thanksgiving
Got feedback for my novella, A Marriage Fable, from a reader. Pam L (She/Her) 3:55 PM Thanks Jeri! I actually read it and enjoyed it. I just hesitate to review because the husband calls the therapist a muslim I think it was, in a nonflattering way, and never takes it back later in the book. It … Continue reading Is WOKE Brain-Dead
My mother was a born-again Jew — her response to my brother’s conversion to Christianity, and my unwavering commitment to Atheism. In her continual effort to have me marry a Jewish man, towards the end of my vagabond years in the late 1980s, she suggested I go see Israel. She said it was the most … Continue reading A Day in Nahariya, Israel
“They’re coming back. Make no mistake about it. Doesn’t matter what you think you are, they are coming back for you. You are a Jew,” my mother often told me. I’m not. I’m an atheist. At 5, I told her so, thus creating a chasm between us that went unresolved, even with our last goodbye, … Continue reading Living with Hitler
