Pat Taub
Manhattan Bound
I’m off to the Big Apple this weekend to meet up with an old friend from Key West, where I lived briefly in the early 2000’s. I’m looking forward to immersing myself in art and off-Broadway plays as I take a newsbreak from all the escalating bad news here and abroad. Art museums in particular have always been a solace.
Big Apple Bound!
Cecile Richards Coming to Portland
Cecile Richards the former president of Planned Parenthood and now one of the founders of “Supermajority, “ an organization devoted to getting more progressive women elected, will be in Portland on August 24th. She’ll be discussing strategies for electing women to office, which I hope will include ways to unseat nasty Susan.
If you’d like to attend this free event, go to: supermajority.com/portland.
Cecile Rochards poses with young women after a talk about the “Supermajority.”
Celebrating Silliness
I find having a sense of humor to be a necessary attribute for surviving our horrific political climate. Fortunately I come from a family with ample silly genes, which keeps me on the lookout for moments to make me smile. Recently when antiquing with a friend I spotted this hat with a stuffed seagull, which I donned for a photo-opt.
Remembering Toni Morrison
This week we lost one of the all time great novelists and thinkers when Toni Morrison passed away at age 88. She is remembered for so many brilliant books, but especially “Beloved,” for which she won the Pulitzer Prize in 1988. In 1993 she was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. In her acceptance speech she said: “We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” To read this speech in it’s entirety: https://www.nobelprize.org/prizes/literature/1993/morrison/lecture/
Remembering My Father
Today is my father’s birthday, born on this day in 1913. He was a formidable figure, widely respected in his community of Harrisburg, Pa. where he spearheaded the building of a new arts center along with other contributions to the arts. At home he was a tyrant but he had a soft spot for me, his only daughter. He rewarded my adventuresome spirit, helping to fund college summers abroad with the proviso that they have an educational focus. I did construction work for a middle school in the French Alps one summer and the next summer attended a student East-West peace conference in Warsaw.
My handsome father and me, Avalon, NJ. when I was about 2.
