First posted September 29, 2016. Ok. Let’s talk about racism since it is such a hot topic now thanks to so many including Hillary and Trump. I’m glad that the issue is coming up in the public conversation because it, like sexism, has never really been dealt with. First of all, I want to say that racism and discrimination are not the same thing. Discrimination emerges out or racism just as discrimination is an outgrowth of action relating to sexism, ageism, elitism, empiricism

First posted August 29, 2016. I have noticed some interesting new trends of late. I have noticed the most surprising saying that we need to be “colorblind” and quit singling out Blacks, Hispanics, Latinos, Native Americans and people with different sexual orientation. These people saying this are going on to say something like, “We are all the same.” Interestingly enough, these are often the same or similar people who used to want to abolish Affirmative Action. Indeed, only y

First posted September 2, 2014. Racism Revisited – Alive and Well I was recently asked by one of “my kids,” a sixteen-year-old high school student in Germany who had to do a term paper on Martin Luther King, to share my experience of that time with her. This is how I responded to her questions. I thought you might find it interesting. Dear Annika – I am on a plane taking off from Las Vegas. We have been out here meeting with a friend of mine whose cancer has returned and we a

First posted June 2, 2014. I promised to write more on this topic. Here it is. Last year, in honor of his 50th birthday and my 80th, Pete, my manager, and I were gifted with a seven-week boat trip on a Cunard ship. It went from Fort Lauderdale to Barbados (an island very dear to me), down the east coast of South America, around Cape Horn, up the west coast of South America, cruising by Rapa Nui (Easter Island), stopping at several ports-of-call in the South Pacific and endin

First posted June 2, 2014. I promised to write more on this topic. Here it is. Last year, in honor of his 50th birthday and my 80th, Pete, my manager, and I were gifted with a seven-week boat trip on a Cunard ship. It went from Fort Lauderdale to Barbados (an island very dear to me), down the east coast of South America, around Cape Horn, up the west coast of South America, cruising by Rapa Nui (Easter Island), stopping at several ports-of-call in the South Pacific and ending