The Musings of a Latte Queen: Narratives of Everyday Life

Societal shifts happen explosively and expressively, in an instant, sometimes taking everyone by surprise with the suddenness of the collective togetherness of an event, such is the Occupy Movement. This has morphed beyond the limited borders of left-right politics, despite the more "leftist" leaning concerns for our societal responsibility for our fellow man, perhaps we have all realized that the 99% has much more in common than the 1% has spend centuries making us believe we did not. The universal outrage at the university police at UC Davis pepper spraying sitting students sent many of us into protective mode and expressing our anger at them for hurting children.  This movement is about the young people, it is their future that the 1%, the Wall Streeters, squandered for the thrill of yet another dollar that they can not possibly spend in a lifetime.  When is enough ever enough that the protect the moneyed-classes, even the 99% would turn on the 99%, waiting on the cop...

I looked at my sons and remembered when they were younger, when I was super busy and would have welcomed help with them, and then remembered why I kept them close to me...Sandusky and men like him. My sons were never sent off to be in football camps or other activities where I wasn't allowed to go.  I protected them with my life and my soul.  Every decision I have made for the last thirty years has been for my children. It is why this business with Penn State and Sandusky et al, and the national obsession with organized sports has me sick at what happened to these young boys. I wanted to beat the then GA who witnessed a grown man raping, sodomizing, an eight year old in the locker room!  What part of pull the naked man off the boy, grab the naked boy, run out to the car, put the child in the car, race to the hospital while calling 911 for the police, was too hard for him?  I do not understand the coverup. Then for the kids at Penn State to flood the streets i...

November 1st, not my most favorite day of the year, neither is October 31st. 29 years ago, right now, in fact, my beloved angel breathed his last breath.  He was here just a short time, his life meant everything to me and I will always cherish my short seven months.  His essence is why I am mothering still, to honor his presence and that his life had meaning. I remember my angel today, mama loves you, Cory!