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What Does Google Know?

I’m not big on New Year’s Resolutions. But this year, I think I’m making one. To follow the recommendations listed at the bottom of this chart and use as few of the things as possible attached to Google.

Yes, it will be a pain changing my email address, but that’s why I have one already in Germany that I’m paying for. Why have it and not use it? That’s just silly.

What’s silly, to put it very, very mildly, is something like CISA being passed by the government as a rider on a budget, somewhere it has no business being. And to continue to let companies like Google use our information when we have some means of controlling it. But we can’t control it unless we know what they’re doing. Many, many thanks to Conosco for putting this infographic together.



Post-Partum Depression

I think it’s very important for women to understand that if you feel depressed after the birth of a child, you aren’t alone, and that there are people for you to talk to who understand, and that, possibly even more importantly, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re hardly alone. I know just from having depression that it’s easy to feel isolated and alone, and when I was really depressed, it was all I could do sometimes just to take care of my cat. Taking care of a baby? I can’t even imagine. But there’s hope, and there’s help. Post-Partum depression is understood better than it was before, and recognized as something legitimate and treatable, and something that isn’t the mother’s fault. It just happens. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad mother or you’ve messed anything up. It’s just something you need to talk to someone about.

I saw this poster at the gynecologist’s office and then found it online, because I think it’s something really important that often gets overlooked and I wanted to post it here. It’s from WellMama and I think they did a really good job.


For people out of this immediate area, I also found a website called Postpartum Support International at:

This is quoted from their resources page:

“Postpartum Support International has many resources to help families, providers, and communities learn about the emotional and mental health of childbearing families. If you are not able to find what you’re looking for in the blue menu on the left of your screen, there are three ways to find more options: You can do a search by typing keywords in the search box at the upper right of your screen; access the whole website site map HERE to get a listing of all pages; or contact the PSI office for assistance at or 503-894-9453.”

They have links to other webpages and it looks like a good site to check out.

So reach out and find some help, for you and your baby, because you’ll both feel better, and you’ll both be happier, and because it’s just so much nicer knowing that you’re not the only one that feels that way.

Big hugs.



@Wit’s End

I just became aware of a really awesome and very necessary project on GoFundMe–@Wit’s End. It’s a web resource for parents to find the necessary mental health care and treatment for their children by entering in the type of issues their child has, and the web page matches them with appropriate agencies. It’s truly awesome! Tricia Slavik is the creator, a mother trying to help other parents.

This is the link to help fund this project:

Here’s an example of the interface:


And this is what the creator, Tricia Slavik, has to say about it:

@Wit’s End will be a first of its kind resource for the millions parents who struggle to find appropriate care for their child suffering from a mental illness.

Finding help for a child with a mental illness is challenging at best and heart breaking always.  I conducted a national survey in which 87% of parents say “it is difficult or impossible to find appropriate care.” 17,100,000 children in the US have had or have a mental illness  – that number represents 34,200,000 parents. Parents desperate to get their children help.

Did you know that only 1 in 5 children with a mental illness receives treatment?  I want to change those unacceptable statistics;  I want to do it before one more child ends up in prison, addicted or hurts themselves or someone else.

Read the new Children’s Mental Health Report from the Child Mind Institute here.


Wonderful World of Languages

Languages are fascinating. At least, I’ve always thought so. I also want the ability to communicate with everyone, human or animal, to be my superpower. It was therefore frustrating for me to find myself stumped by Cyrillic when I find Russian to be a beautiful sounding language–I have an online friend in the Ukraine with an unbelievable capacity for languages. I can understand her English (and she had to get used to our alphabet), and now she’s learning Italian. And she has a three year-old. And is building a house with her husband. Talking with her has been fascinating, because one of the most wonderful things about learning a language is the ability to learn more about a different culture, other perspectives, another country. The Ukraine doesn’t look all that different from where I live, really. She sends me pictures and we have chats on WhatsApp. All because I bought a headband from her on Etsy, I made a new friend.

People in the United States seem, some of them, determined not to learn other languages for various reasons. The one that annoys me the most is the one that if someone comes here, they should speak English, d***it! Then they make fun of people of other nationalities and their broken English. I just think, man, they speak English a lot better than I speak _insert language of choice._  If I even speak any of the language they speak at all. I speak a few things enough to be partially understood, but nothing fluently anymore. You don’t use it, you really do lose it. My best friend, a German native, speaks English better than I do–he even knows all the grammar rules, which I’m pathetic with. I speak by ear; he had to learn and memorize all the rules when he moved to an English speaking country.

I think that’s what so many people don’t appreciate. English is a hard language to learn. Every time you turn around, there’s an exception to the rule, and pronunciation–phhtt, forget it. Other languages have rules about pronunciation and stick with them. English is all over the map with how things sound (and many things have been written phonetically to show this). It’s no wonder English confuses people. Yet it’s one of the most learned languages in other countries.

We are a little (ah-hem) ethnocentric in the US. I found an absolutely beautiful language map a while ago, drawn by Minna Sundberg, that is a work of art. In fact, you can purchase framable copies of it here:, under Stand Still Stay Silent, the webcomic she writes. There are other cool things she has done there as well.

I just found another language map that presents languages in a less beautiful form, but an interesting one nonetheless. I found it on, and the creator of the graphic is Alberto Lucas López.

I think it’s worth taking a good look at them and then thinking about English as a language, and just how many other languages–and cultures–there are out there. And then thinking about how many different perspectives there are on things. Supposedly this country was founded on the freedom to express those different perspectives–we were called the melting pot. But we’re not. We’ve become a bunch of globs that won’t cohere because of coatings we’ve put around ourselves that blind us to what other perspectives have to offer. The beauty that is the sound of Russian. The interesting things there are to learn about the Ukraine. The fierce unwillingness to unloose ourselves from our globs and reach out because it’s easier to stay in a lump.

Isn’t it worth a try, though?

Old World Family Languages Minna Sundberg

Old World Language Families
Minna Sundberg

SCMP Graphic: Alberto Lucas López

SCMP Graphic: Alberto Lucas López




Be Stigma Free



Another Interesting Robot

I found this cute little guy when rummaging through a pile of legos. He seemed so out of place amidst all the plastic pieces, but is so charming, and has such personality! I should add he is not actually mine but belongs to an equally charming nine year-old.

I want to be a real robot!

I want to be a real robot!



Bastian Badger’s Flower Fashion Show

Bastian Badger

Bastian Badger

I think it’s time for a little levity, thanks to my new stuffed buddy Bastian Badger and simplyserra from Etsy’s grab bag of flowers, meant for another purpose, but for this one, to entertain my three-year-old niece. It was a lot of fun, even over messaging. We have identical stuffed badgers, thanks to my indulgent sister–who indulged me, not the other way around; that is, indulging her daughter–the original badger, whose name is, I believe, Badger, I first saw when I was asked to identify the animal in a picture. That’s me. The animal identifier and Auntie Instigator (this took place while my niece was supposed to be taking a nap. The flower show, that is.) I know my critters. I fell in love and said I wanted one. I was surprised to receive an identical one for my birthday. We won’t go into the fact that I’m now 43 years older than my niece–you can’t help who you fall into an infatuation with.

When I received the flowers from simplyserra, one of them looked just perfect on him (it was the perfect size and color–I had to try it on him):



The flower that started it all.

The flower that started it all.

I texted this picture to my sister as I thought it made Bastian look quite dapper, and when she showed the picture to my niece, she thought it was adorable and immediately wanted one for her badger, Badger.

A couple of days later, I had the flowers out again, and a flurry of other photos followed. Thus, the Bastion Badger Flower Fashion Show:



Rose with Glitter.

Rose with Glitter.

A little pink on the side.

A little pink on the side.


The latest in floral and rhinestone shoulder pads, for the most fashionable badgers.

The latest in floral and rhinestone shoulder pads, for the most fashionable badgers.

Can't quite see this one.

Can’t quite see this one.

Lily boutineer.

Lily boutineer.


And last, but not least:


Hibiscus, the Height of Hip.

Hibiscus, the Height of Hip.





South Eugene High School Choir

And yet another cause, though this one is near and dear to my heart.

My apologies for the belatedness of the post.


Post-Election Grumps and Thanksgiving: The Lies We Teach

I’m too tired to go on a huge rant. Let’s just say I’m extremely disappointed in the results of Tuesday’s election. Where were all the Democrats and Independents and Greens and everyone else who complains but when the time comes, do nothing? All of you had best keep quiet the next two years, because this is your fault for not voting, and you have no right to complain about something you could have had an active part in changing.

The next two years are going to be so gridlocked it’s going to look like a construction zone at Congress. And I couldn’t help but think it ironic (I think this is ironic–I had a knife, I wasn’t getting married, you know, that sort of thing) that we found out the results of the election, at least the closely contested races that aren’t going to drag on for months, on Guy Fawke’s Day. Not that violence solves anything. I felt more depressed than anything else.

And since I’ve been shedding light on the goings on in other countries, I thought, given the heat some people are addressing the issue of Immigration with, that maybe I should spare a moment for Thanksgiving here. It is, after all, Turkey month for non-vegetarians, Tofurkey month for those who aren’t gluten-free, and well, those of us who are will figure something out, a lá Radar’s spam lamb in M*A*S*H*.

It’s lovely that we have Tea Baggers, Partiers, such as Sarah Palin and Ann Coulter to wax poetic on the subject of our sovereignty over the United States of America, how the Settlers from the Mayflower were the first to set foot (other than Colombus, but we don’t celebrate him, at least not in schools anymore, and Leif Ericsson, who was possibly the first non-native-American to visit the Americas–now that I could get down with, “Leif Ericsson Day,” as long as it was researched properly and we knew how any first encounters went) on this land, etc. etc. ad nauseum. Personally, other than the truly Royal mess with the Metiz, from what I know it seems Canada did a better job with the original settlers of that land than we did with the Native Americans. Even their name is more respectful. First Peoples.

I found this article, which some of the comments say has its share of mistakes, but history is so confusing at times, at it’s the victors who write it, that it’s hard to tell what the truth is and isn’t. The Americans did terrible, terrible things to many groups in this country, I just picked one that has a myth that we still perpetuate to this day. Happy pilgrims and Native Americans sitting down to eat together, primary classes at elementary schools making paper cutouts and turkeys out of traced hands, and the lies begin. When schools found out the next movie Disney was going to make was “Pocahontas,” they started preparing to undo whatever damage that caused, that’s how bad a reputation Disney has with messing with anything historical. There were things I didn’t know in this article, and I lived on the Navajo Reservation for approximately nine years when I was young, in two locations; very rural Oljato, Utah, and Chinle, AZ, where I attended Middle School and half of High School.


8 Big Lies History Books Tell About Natives


Do history books written by white folks tell the truth about Natives? We think not. Here are just some of the lies they tell.

Columbus NEVER landed in the Upper 48—Ever

Every year across the country countless elementary school students recite: “In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue” and many perform a play about him discovering Indians in America. The thing is Columbus never landed in what would become the United States, he actually landed in the Caribbean.

RELATED: 8 Myths and Atrocities About Christopher Columbus and Columbus Day

This painting shows Columbus on the deck of the Santa Maria. (Painting by Emanuel Gottlieb Leutze)

This painting shows Columbus on the deck of the Santa Maria. (Painting by Emanuel Gottlieb Leutze)

Basically Everything About Pocahontas

Pocahontas was about 8 years old when John Smith arrived, and was later married to another young Indian warrior. She also had a child that was given away before she married John Rolfe.

RELATED: Native History: Pocahontas Marries John Rolfe in Jamestown

Sorry Disney, and many incorrectly written textbooks, Pocahontas never fell in love with John Smith. According to tribal oral histories as well as The True Story of Pocahontas by members of the Mattaponi Tribe, Pocahontas’ original young Native husband was killed and Pocahontas’ newborn was given to relatives before she was forced into captivity at about 15 or 16 years of age.

Disney's version of Pocahontas.

Disney’s version of Pocahontas.


The First Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was named after an entire tribe’s massacre—not a peaceful meal between pilgrims and Indians.

In 1621, Wampanoag Indians investigated gun and cannon fire at a Pilgrim settlement to see them celebrating a successful harvest. The Indians—all male warriors, were fed as a gesture of peace. The act was not repeated annually.

RELATED: What Really Happened at the First Thanksgiving? The Wampanoag Side of the Tale

In 1636, when a murdered man was discovered in a boat in Plymouth, English Major John Mason collected his soldiers and killed and burned down the wigwams of all the neighboring Pequot Indians who were blamed for the murder.

The following day, Plymouth Governor William Bradford applauded the massacre of the 400 Indians, including the women and children. The Governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, William Newell, proclaimed: “From that day forth, shall be a day of celebration and thanks giving for subduing the Pequots.” For the next 100 years, every Thanksgiving Day ordained by a governor was in honor of the bloody victory, thanking God that the battle had been won.

RELATED: 6 Thanksgiving Myths, Share Them with Someone You Know

This is a popular image of the first Thanksgiving, a painting by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris. But this is definitely NOT what happened.

This is a popular image of the first Thanksgiving, a painting by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris. But this is definitely NOT what happened.

What is a Redskin?

“It was only five generations ago that a white man could get money for one of my grandfather’s scalps,” wrote 1491’s comedian Dallas Goldtooth on Facebook. “At this time… it was ‘Redskin’ that was used to describe us.”

In his post, Goldtooth also included a newspaper clipping from after the U.S. Dakota Wars of 1862: “The state reward for dead Indians has been increased to $200 for every red-skin sent to Purgatory.”

RELATED: Dakota Man Exposes Vile History of ‘Redskins’

A screen shot of Goldtooth’s Facebook page with the 1863 newspaper clipping and his comments that sparked discussion on Facebook.

A screen shot of Goldtooth’s Facebook page with the 1863 newspaper clipping and his comments that sparked discussion on Facebook.

Lincoln Ordered a Mass Execution

In the fall of 1862, Native tribes in Minnesota waged war on white settlers out of frustration from starvation, mistreatment and harsh conditions. After soldiers captured over 300 Indians, President Abraham Lincoln approved the largest mass execution in U.S. history on 38 Dakota men. On the day of their hanging, an estimated 4,000 spectators watched them hung. Their bodies were later taken and used as medical cadavers.

RELATED: Debunking Lincoln, the ‘Great Emancipator’

A print marking the execution of 38 Dakota men in December of 1862. They were sentenced November 5, 1862. (Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C.)

A print marking the execution of 38 Dakota men in December of 1862. They were sentenced November 5, 1862. (Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C.)

Hitler Studied Reservations

There are many accounts of the Nazis and Hitler studying Indian reservations for guidance in planning encampments for the Jewish. Perhaps Lia Mandelbaum says it best in her article found in the Jewish Journal entitled “Hitler’s Inspiration and Guide: The Native American Holocaust.”

From 1863 to 1868, the U.S. military persecuted and imprisoned 9,500 Navajo (the Diné) and 500 Mescalero Apache (the N’de).  Living under armed guards, in holes in the ground, with extremely scarce rations, it is no wonder that more than 3,500 Navajo and Mescalero Apache men, women, and children died while in the concentration camp.

During the film I learned about something that shook me to my core that I had not heard before.  I learned that the genocidal mentality and actions of the U.S. policy makers would find similar expression years later when the Nazis, under Hitler, studied the plans of Bosque Redondo to design the concentration camps for Jews.


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