Walmart closes, Community builds a giant library:
It appears where retail giants fail, public libraries succeed. McAllen, Texas converted a 124,500 sqft “big box” into the largest single floor library in the US.
The LA Times reports: McAllen is near the southernmost tip of Texas, on the Mexico border. “In a city like McAllen, with cartel violence across the river (less than 10 miles away from the library), I think it’s amazing that the c
Talk about “the few and the proud…” Since I’ve been in Okinawa, I learned that women make up a mere 6 percent of the U.S. Marine Corps. From that small minority, come big shocking numbers. One third of those women are sexually assaulted during their time in the military, and 90 percent are sexually harassed. Imagine your commanding officer–your boss–putting your hand on his crotch. Imagine a man you live and/or work with forcing his way into your room. The
Scenes from Fury…
In my head, I was playing out various scenarios in which my father had been struck dead crossing the Rue de Noisy, where there always seemed to be gangsters flooring stolen cars or fourteen-year-old boys on motor bikes, popping wheelies and hollering “putain” to every woman they passed on the street.
Near our old flat in Romainville, France
Lose Your Shit Day, As Told By You:
February 7th couldn’t be a better choice for Lose Your Shit Day. I work in a field dominated by men (I’m a mortgage banker) and handling frustration and anger in the workplace is something I have to be careful about, because if I don’t express these things right, I feel like my gender takes a hit in the eyes of my male coworkers. As the only full-time woman in the office I feel a desire to represent well. But this new holiday added
Scenes from Fury…
An image of the Brighton pier flashed through my mind when I read, “The Nat-Mur patient is drawn to the seashore, where she feels either better or much worse.”
Many people will relate to the following tale of academic strife... What do you do when prof is sore (sorry, irresistible pun) for unknown reasons? This reader chose honest, head-on confrontation:
I am sure when I’m done reciting this story it will seem hideously lame compared to ‘real’ issues but it is something that I haven’t been able to forget and still manages to leave me angry at the thought of his bald head and stupid thick-rimmed glasses.
College professors are
I love this story from a very brave reader about how she confronted the father who remarried without telling her.
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When I was sixteen, my father (who I had a great relationship with) got his first girlfriend after separating from my mother. Two weeks after I found out they were together, she had moved in to our house and was coming into my room to clean it. So six
Hi and Happy Lose Your Shit Day, Our paperback giveaway is still in full effect. So write me at furymemoir(at)gmail(dot)com and tell me how you have addressed/readdressed an outstanding conflict in your life. The first ten people who write will get free goodies via the U.S. Postal Service. I’ll also be posting your tales of inspiration here. Here’s the first installment ……………………………. Hi Ms. Zailckas Hamilton!
My mother, intrepid reference librarian and control freak extraord
February 7th, is Lose Your Shit Day!
It’s not about anger management, it’s about anger acceptance. It’s a day to for women to harness the power of anger in their identities. It’s a day for so-called “good girls” to address a conflict they’ve been avoiding on the grounds that getting fired-up isn’t “ladylike” or “feminine,” and it’s a day for self-proclaimed “bitches” to re-address a past argument that has escalated to fuck-yous and finger-pointing; this time around, the focus wi
“When feelings are not affirmed, they are split off from our sense of self. We are beside ourselves. The energy needed for direct coping with the world is lost to the inner warfare of keeping the prohibited feelings in check. We lose all spontaneity.”
- John Brandshaw
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“So often my mother’s judgments–whether about a person, a boyfriend, a religion, morals, even fashion–were so strong that they caused me to question my own views. When I was a kid, it was so intense that I even mimicked her tastes in food. If she didn’t like something, I, too, found it unpalatable. Because I put such blind faith in my mother and in her choices for me, I didn’t pay attention to the importance of cultivating my own beliefs and opinions. As a result, it became hard for me to lis