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02/19/2024

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This week's Chatterbox was seen as too contravertial for printing, so you are privvy to the pulled column. Hope you enjoy. Quite a crazy note to return to FaceBook with. Hmm, sorry about that. Comments are welcome.

Remembering our humanity

I’m an easy weeper. I tear up, sometime, nearly every day for any of a variety of reasons: some are those which warm my heart so much, my eyes steam; some are those that make my heart break and my eyes leak; some are those I can’t express, so my tears speak for me.

Today, it was the profundity of a brief speech I happened upon, delivered at the January 8, 2017 Golden Globe Awards. It wasn’t about making movies; it was about humanity. It was an actress shining a light on an action which most of us have seen, by a man waiting to be sworn in as President of the United States of America; he lost the popular vote, but the Electoral College voted him in anyway (Haven’t we all wondered about that process; so, why do Americans bother voting?).

Some people may be tired of hearing about this action, and his fans may be tired of the iterated attack on Donald Trump for this and so many other things. Still, these indiscretions, including his body language, are history, even now, as he battles to get his name on the ballot for another run at President. This is risky with his uncensored nature, both for our America situation and current international relations.

At this time, we the people should be revisiting every move he made that was incongruous with the distinguished office that the American President once was; even his supporters now understand his loose cannon approach to too many critical situations and the absence of the required decorum he so reflexively displays.
Of course, most of us agree we’ve gone downhill over the past several administrations, and it started in the 70s, in terms of political performance. We had moments, here and there, where there was a bit of elegance and a term or two when the Commander-in-Chief tried hard to achieve some bi-partisan progress. Sadly, then and still, party members choose chest-thumping, power over progress, and self-indulgence over stability for the nation.

Their self-importance continues to stymie the advancement of the nation. We stagnate as they refused to find solutions for most matters of importance rather than risk any President of the opposing party making progress while in office.

All such behavior is far more than counter-productive. It is, though no one wants to say the word, treasonous, a crime against the nation, and a violation of the oath each official takes when being sworn in to any office from a township building to the White House. Period… and, as always, America’s hard-working people, always in the trenches, have born and bear the brunt of elected officials’ blind ambition for their own careers, image, and dedication to party rule over dedication to their constituency or their country’s sovereignty.
Even having experienced all of this, when we thought we had hit bottom, we installed a President who used obscenities in his speeches, ridiculed others after he had clearly misunderstood simple remarks, publicly humiliated public servants, military personnel, mocked war heroes, prisoners of war, and those killed in action. Well documented, all of these actions are not only totally unbecoming a public servant of any measure, let alone the President of the United States, but despicable of any human anywhere, publicly or privately, any time.

The action, however, noted often and in Ms. Streep’s speech, quietly and sincerely delivered, was that of one specific action by Mr. Trump, witnessed by millions, which no human of any moral character should abide by: that is his physical and verbal imitation of a handicapped news reporter. She eloquently noted that Trump mocked “…someone he outranked in privilege… and the capacity to fight back…. this instinct to humiliate… modeled by someone… powerful… gives permission for [others] to do the same…”
Of all the insensitive, irresponsible, inconsiderate, immature, reckless and painful, schoolboy behaviors that revealed a sense of arrogance and disrespect or display a sense of privilege and superiority, this was one of his greatest. It is an image some Americans may defy, but none can forget, though, depressingly, too many thought, like Trump, it actually was funny. Never suitable anywhere, certainly a mind-set of such negative discrimination doesn’t belong, ever, in our White House.

Now, through another legal circus and with another election upon us, with greater experience and some eye-opening years behind us, perhaps, civility and sensibility will not be forgotten by our court system, our voters, or our Electoral College.

We must remember who we are. --- END ---

02/13/2024

It's been a long and crazy two years and two days since Chatterbox posted last.
I hereby commit my energy back to this page and hope i've got some of you all in tow still.
I will post my new column each week on Fridays, as i used to, and post one column we missed, hopefully in order, each week, as well.
If you're still checking me out, thank you!!!!
We'll start this Friday with this week's column.
Again, many thanks for being here.
Best from Chatterbox.
Camille

02/11/2022

Dear All, with much love and gratitude, i return to you. I have been 'under the weather', but it's going great. Thanks for hanging in with me. I'm just going to catch up If i can. For now, my gratitutude. Please read, SHARE, and enjoy "Regaining our grip"

Sometimes, it just takes one sentence from someone to kick start a new attitude in us. Hopefully, even if it doesn’t change our orbit, it will shed some light in the darkness and adjust our perception.

The American condition is sad and getting worse very quickly. It will continue to decline, taking the world with it, if we don’t reel it in soon… like, ‘three years ago’ soon. We don’t need anything else to put us into a funk these days; we’re there. We all know at least one young adult who has decided already, early, and/or definitely to not have children. That’s sad; the reason why is even sadder: They aren’t optimistic about the destiny of our entire planet.

Let’s absorb that for a moment; our entire planet is in jeopardy and most of us know and understand that. Yet, there are those in positions of power, not only here in America but around the world, who are flying in the face of that reality. Anyone with half a wit who reads can do a modicum of research and understand it. It reminds me of that Twilight Zone episode where the planet got knocked off course, headed away from the sun, and everyone was dying from the cold. That was not in humanity’s control; our dilemma is, but that doesn’t seem to matter to enough of the powerful ones.

There are small children whose lives should be about having fun and learning about humanity and their world, who are in therapy because of this sword dangling over their future. There’s something extremely depressing, and dangerous, about that scenario.

I recently spent some time talking to two of the many wonderful women in my life. No matter what the topic, there is always enlightenment. Today, among parenting adult children, being positive parents-in-law while still imparting the wisdom of age, and sharing the perplexity of today’s world and American condition, we talked about the futility of trying to understand why our own kids do some of the things they do and the high level of denial among seemingly intelligent Americans.

The elephant in the room, of course, is Covid. Though many of us are willing to discuss this deadly issue, too many others of us are living a Jonestown mentality. Every day, millions of people who ‘don’t trust the science’ of the cure, travel over bridges that have been decaying for decades, drive in traffic with incompetent or compromised drivers, and ingest medications, foods, and beverages the concoction and repercussions of which they know little or nothing about… trusting that science.

The greater beast in the room, which many people are either afraid to acknowledge or are sufficiently happy living in ignorance or denial of, is the pervasive political corruption that keeps feeding the top and drowning the rest of our nation. That political corruption on the loose in America is even more deadly than any disease, including Covid.

Corruption is killing us slowly and has been since 1492, though there are those who tried even earlier. In the beginning, the invaders killed, stole, and kidnapped. Today, we’re sophisticated; we legislate people into subjugation.

When hedge fund billionaires, anyone highly influenced by the stock market, or anyone being fed or bedded by the corporate interests of this nation, enters the power seat of legislation, ‘we the people’ lose. A covert clan masquerading as popular leadership already has usurped too much of the people’s influence in government. They overtly represent their own personal interests, corporations, and billionaires… and that’s on both sides of the aisle.

Denying the revolving door between highly placed executives and American representatives, the collusion between the two, or the infiltration of our government by big business, feeds the voluntary inefficiency in legislation that impedes the freedoms of Americans and the progress of America.

We’ve lost too much of the voice we had in our own destiny and are all, increasingly, at the mercy of the wolves. At least Covid didn’t disguise itself as a sheep in the herd.

Consistently reiterating the obvious, those of us who are still here are the lucky ones, yes. We are even more fortunate if we still have shelter and an income, as more and more of America’s vitality is send overseas and to her top tier occupants.

Having said that, we must tackle the problems with which we are, and will be, dealing ad nauseam and ad infinitum, until everyone in denial puts a shoulder to the wheel or we all fall down… whichever comes first.

01/10/2022

Dear All, thanks, as always for being here. Hope you are all staying well. As we are caught up, I post this column I delayed about two sisters who never wanted a memorial, but charmed too many to not have their lives celebrated. Please read, enjoy, and SHARE,
"There will be glitter"

This is a digression for us… a digression, a celebration, and, then, mourning.

Chatterbox has shared the lives of many individuals over these 19-plus years of weekly columns. Some were world famous. Some were famous Americans. Some weren’t famous, but had something special to add to some specific topic or life at large.

In reference, my neighbors - ‘the sisters’ - were mentioned more often than any others here at Chatterbox; they fit so snugly into so many scenarios. My husband and I called them, ‘the girls’. My children and grandchildren called them their ‘Aunties’. Either one of these women could illuminate the Taj Mahal on her own. Together, they created more light than Hoover Dam.

Sisters come in many versions. Usually, they are peas in a pod. Occasionally, they are oil and water. Then, there are those pairs who, without being twins, can still finish each other’s sentences, pull for each other in all situations, and create a spread of sparkle that falls all over everyone like a glitter bomb. These two were all of the very best sister scenarios.

Chattereaders will remember when we talked about them in terms of their love of language; they both spoke three, fluently, and their love of music; both were wonderful singers. The younger one was a wonderful photographer and an aficionado of jazz, once referred to as ‘that Persian chick’ by Dizzy Gillespie himself. The older one had a career, married, was a perfectionist of English and its punctuation and a wonderful baker and cook, always appreciative of my Italian specialties and always baking her goodies for us.

Chatterbox has often talked about the memories we all leave with people, ‘even at the grocery check-out’. Like footprints on the shore, we all leave marks everywhere we go, whether we are aware or not, care or not, try to, or try not to. Our touch on the earth is evident on everything from sand, to cement and souls. This is our power and our curse. Even hermits leave someone behind and make footprints in the snow. We don’t ever live alone. We weren’t meant to.

The victims of Covid didn’t all die from the disease. Some died from the social effects of it, including isolation. For some, there just was too much of a social change. For others, it allowed the time and, indeed, the freedom to just cave in. Even those of us living with families or in large buildings filled with neighbors, common rooms and dining areas, still felt its sting.

For the sisters, just like the rest of us, their visits from friends and neighbors were brought to a minimum. Luckily, they still had each other and lived with a loving extended family. Still, exuberance of their brand required more, most broadly, their preaching work. They lived to serve others. When their bible studies and services were curtailed, they remained involved and vibrant, ministering via phone sessions. The brilliant unstoppables.

I promised to never divulge their age. It must suffice to say their creativity, talents, self-sufficiency and boundless energy belied their decades, while their hearts and souls dwarfed all their years combined.

In the last five weeks, those years reclaimed both of these glorious souls by natural causes – as close in death as they were in life. Their family is devastated. Their friends and neighbors are devastated. All those embraced, across the miles, by these two women are devastated … but then, there are those footprints.

What these two women gave to everyone, whether lucky enough to know them well or just brushing elbows on the grocery line, is infinite. Their vibes, their words, their dynamic moments are all out there now, in the cosmos, resonating beyond retrieval. Their glow in their every moment can never be redacted or forgotten. Moreover, their light can’t be doused, lost, or ignored. They showed others that we all can create the light.

It’s the light in which we are all created. It’s the hope for which we must be sentinels. It’s the fragrance that remains when any bloom falls, its journey ended. It’s the glory we bring to whatever higher power we revere. It’s how we show our gratitude. It’s how we pay it forward. It’s all left behind us when we’re gone and all we can leave. It’s all that counts.

The sisters knew it.

The sisters lived it.

They spread the glitter.

01/05/2022

Dear All, This is an important column; see my note at the bottom today. I hope you enjoy: "Something for the new year"

Personally, New Year’s Eve is my favorite holiday. It asks little or nothing of us. It can be ignored or it can be celebrated with 10 seconds of a countdown or partying until dawn. It represents the freshest of beginnings when all things are possible. It’s our best ‘clean slate’ opportunity. It’s awesome.

So here we are, on the cusp of another new whirl around the sun, but we’re still wearing masks, battling an invisible disease that has killed nearly a million Americans and over 5 million people around the world. Why?

Of all the things that can surprise and repulse us in life, nothing does so more than the ignorance of the human race of which we have assumed better.

This disease is fighting for its life. We are its targets, so we must fight for ours. This disease is modifying itself to survive. We must modify ourselves to survive. The easy precautions are not rocket science. They’re simple common sense.

If we were alerted that there were burglars in our neighborhood, we would take precautions. No one would argue. We would, at the very least, be certain to lock our doors at all times. Perhaps, we’d go further. We might make sure someone was at home at all times; we’d leave lights on; get a house sitter on occasion, or buy a dog. We would do all we could to not fall prey to invasion. Yet, we are being invaded by a disease that is potentially deadly and some people are laughing in the face of the only defenses we have.

Worse than home invasion, this disease is invisible and can spread without notice. Right now, we all are fortunate enough to know our defenses. All we have to avoid the physical spread are inoculation, cleanliness, distancing, and wearing our masks. Sure, it’s primitive; so are viruses. This plague is reminiscent of historical plagues of the dark ages, and our defenses are as rudimentary as dodging for bomb shelters, rationing coffee and drawing fake seams on the backs of our legs to feign nylon hosiery. It’s dumb and we look ridiculous. We elbow instead of hugging and have masked gathering likes some kind of Lone Ranger Fan Club, but we’re staying alive.

Teddy Roosevelt said, “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” These ridiculous practices are all we have in addition to our one and greatest available protection – the miracle of the vaccine. Some people don’t have access to the vaccine; that’s tragic. Luckily, many do. Luckily it was: already in the works for another disease; able to be built upon by the scientific, brilliant minds and diligent medical warriors of the world; and brought to us, at no cost, by government leadership around the world... another miracle. Usually understanding little and willing to cooperate on even less, these leaders agreed on the deadly potential of this disease as well as the efficacy of the vaccine.

Proven by New Zealand’s early success, this disease could have been mostly contained by discipline, common sense, and immediate social sacrifice. Now, it rises again there too. It’s a sad commentary. This disease is flourishing, flaunting its opportunity to morph itself into more suffering or death. Those aiding this world enemy, refusing to help stop the reign of this killer, are its faithful soldiers. Sorry, but that’s true. They have been duped.

Many leaders and news delivery mouthpieces who rail against the vaccine, hypocritically, are vaccinated. Why they rail is unknown. Why their minions join ranks, willing to risk death unnecessarily, is unknown. Why no legal action has been taken against them for public endangerment is unknown; peaceful protestors have been treated more harshly. And, as the death toll rises, each of us is either part of the solution or we are part of the problem.

This disease is modifying itself to survive. We must too. It flourishes in its modification. We can too. It’s contagious and potentially deadly. That is cause enough for the cure to be mandatory.

If we throw a single rock into a pond, it radiates into circles but dies. If we throw sand grains, they all radiate into countless circles that all interconnect, nearly endlessly, before they die. So go the carriers of this plague, each one affecting – and potentially infecting – in countless circles.

Of all the things that can surprise and repulse us in life, nothing does so more than the ignorance of the human race of which we have assumed better. Yes, it bears repeating.

NOTE: I've heard some people have tried to reach me through FaceBook and not been successful. I'm sorry. Though I don't try to hide my lack of knowledge of the pages, I know I should be receiving all correspondence. So, I apologize. Find me at Bucks County Herald Chatterbox. Thank You!

12/30/2021

dear all, can't thank you enough for being here. Happy new year to all and God bless. Here is my Chatterbox from December 23, 2021. I hope you like it. Please SHARE. "Big impact in small steps"

When I got married, back in the old days, no one had a registry. We took what we got. Period. I asked my mom to, at least, tell people my color scheme, and she shivered at my audacity.

One item I got was an electric broom. Just the name inspired wonder. I pictured Mickey Mouse in his wizard’s hat with the broom sweeping all by itself. It was innovative then, but today it’s what we simply call a stick vac. Back then, they cost $25.00. It worked great… and it worked great for 25 years. No kidding. Wow, that’s a dollar a year.

When it died, I wanted another of the exact brand and all. It lasted one year. Hmm, $2.08 per month for 12 months - then death. I thought I’d just gotten a lemon, so I tried once more; same brand, same thing… 12 months - then death. I wish I’d gotten two at my shower. Then, I would have had one for the second set of 25 years. At 49 years married, I’d still be using it. Recently, someone mentioned on Facebook that their first refrigerator lasted over 25 years, but its new twin only lasted six.

Why? What changed? The American business model did. The same business model that we talked about when we discussed unused gift cards, a proliferation of self-serve/no discount registers taking over especially in grocery stores, American jobs being shipped off-shore, and the constant iteration of “It’s corporate.” It’s all about profit. The efficiency and quality of the product has been dissolved by the bottom line. It won’t change until it negatively affects the wealth of the corporate officers and the stockholders… whose wealth is created, by the way, at the bottom by overworked, underpaid, and uninsured workers, foreign and domestic.

It’s the holidays now; we’re shopping. We buy fun things and necessities, and small appliances, like my stick vac often make it to the wish list. How can we find quality? Wouldn’t it be great if we had a national grading system? The grades would vary according to the size and nature of the item, like Consumers Digest shows us, only they would come with the actual item.

For example, small appliances, like a blender, would get 4-star rating if we got a year of life per dollar of cost. At $1.50 per year, 3 stars; $2.00 a year, 2 stars; and so on, depending on the item. Large appliances and cars would use a similar system with more generous gauges. Ratings must be printed in ads and featured predominantly right on the item.

My husband is a great informant; he reads unceasingly. He mentioned something that set my curiosity to seek more information. Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez stated that members of Congress shouldn’t be allowed to own individual stock while serving. She cited several reasons including insider information, and conflicts of interest, i.e. members of Congress own hundreds of millions dollars of fossil fuel stock which affected their legislative decisions. Banning it makes perfect sense to most of us ordinary folk (aren’t we so smart?). Ms. Ocasio-Cortez stated, “We are here to serve, not profiteer”. Lawmaker/Stockholders didn’t agree, but other members of Congress did. Like her or not, Ms. Ocasio-Cortez exhibited common sense though, was criticized (As an aside, we must say that, too often, women, especially young and beautiful women, are often not taken seriously, and we’d better work on that, too).

At any rate, we wonder, what do our rating system and our Congressional problem have in common? They are actually related. Well, first we must agree that some regulation is in order for both.
Obviously, manufacturers must operate in the black. Profits must cover all costs and support the business ladder as well.

Unfortunately, with today’s legislation assisting them, today’s businesses aren’t just making a profit, they’re making a killing. The consumer gets the fuzzy lollipop every time with purchases that barely outlive the box they arrived in.

The smaller problem here is indicative of the larger one in Congress which Ms. Ocasio-Cortez so aptly shined a light upon: There’s too much big business deeply financially invested in our leadership, and too much of our leadership deeply financially invested in big business.

Her suggestion and our little rating system are both good ideas to benefit the people. Those who don’t have a vested interest in disagreeing would agree.

12/22/2021

Hi everyone!!!! So excited about Christmas!!!! Wishing all a very very Merry Merry!!!! Thanks for being here too. Hope you are all well and have a healthy new year too! Please read, enjoy and SHARE, "1440 times a day".

It’s important to talk about procrastination. We’ve talked about it at Chatterbox before. I once stated that, “Procrastination is the thief of achievement and rationalization is a ‘one size fits all’ deterrent to success.” It’s true. It’s also true that we all procrastinate; most of us do it very often.

I don’t believe that we put off doing things because we’re just lazy or even prefer to do other things. Certainly, there are always things we’d rather do than clearing out the garage or emptying the attic, but when we really do want to get that project done, why is it we often, even repeatedly, just don’t?

Suddenly, one day, we’re moving and we realize we have six roasting pans that are exactly alike. Sure, they’re in great shape and maybe we think we use them… maybe we do use all of them for different reasons… maybe even all at once, for parties… big parties… the kind of parties we have once every six years. No one likes disposables, but in cases like the roasting pan parade, it may be wise.

Getting around to dealing with our stuff and those jobs we hate is usually far more important than the roasting pan round-up and, yet, we procrastinate; we fail. Sometimes, they’re not even ‘jobs’.
Sometimes, they are things that are actually pleasant or important. Whatever the delay issue is, it seems to be quite common among humans.

So many times have we said, or heard someone say, “You ought to write a book.” At Chatterbox, we’ve talked a few times about how everyone’s life is a book. Some people’s lives are uniquely interesting. When my foster brother became a surgeon, I had beautiful journals handmade for him, just to jot even a brief note about each day. I hope he did it; priceless. Still, every day is priceless to the generations behind us; we talked about that very recently.

If we think about it just for a moment (and I am just as guilty as the next person), procrastination is as deadly to our success as any other negative behavior whether earth shattering or personal. Most of us plan, work, and sacrifice many things, in order to achieve our life goals and avoid so many behaviors that do, or could, impede our progress. Yet, we allow procrastination to steal so many of the accomplishments we crave. It may be only small goals, but they are, sometimes, things that affect us on the daily.

I’m sure I’m not alone in this, but I never know why I put things off, especially things that are very important to me, perhaps have long been so, and are things I truly want to do… want to accomplish.

Often, we say we’ll get around to it when we’re snowed in, or after we retire, or when our calendar isn’t so jammed up. The truth is, though, most of us are fighting the battle of exhaustion much of the time and we are attending to our family, our careers, or just struggling to find time keep up with the laundry and keep our heads above the proverbial water. And then there are those moments - and moments are all we need - to do a job we’ve been putting off. We actually can accomplish big tasks in small clips.

One summer, many years ago, I put one package of photos in an album every night all summer. It never took more than ten minutes. By the time the summer was over, an entire year of family fun was out of the popcorn tin and on a shelf, booked, labeled with dates, and available for viewing.

Travelling through life at the speed of light, we realize, one day, that we haven’t got the mobility, the physical strength, are truly out of energy or, Heaven forbid, literally are out of time and we didn’t file those photos, journal for our children, or have denied America of her next great novel.

My older son inspired this column. He’s an engineer, husband, and father who also writes music. He wrote, “The clock moved… 1400 times a day.” (He took poetic license with the number). We need to move with that clock and be inspired by people who accomplish all day... teachers who restore antiques or doctors who quilt.

It may have to be a minute at a time, but that still gives us 1440 opportunities a day. We can do it. Life doesn’t wait. We should try not to wait either.

12/13/2021

Dear Chattereaders & Friends, Hi and happy to be here with you! Things are always crazy around the holidays, but in a good way. It's a love/hate relationship. Hope you will enjoy this special time and hope you will enjoy, and SHARE: "Trimming more than the tree"

There is so much that is different about this time of year. The holiday movie channels drown us in fake snow, red bows, and career moguls going home to fall in love with their old high school sweetheart again. They’re in their perfect suits, or carrying empty handbags, trying to look cold when they’re overheating under hot lights on a movie set. Sure, it’s fun, but we can agree it can be too much for some.

What is this holiday’s lure, and what do we struggle for during this season? Many of us do much of what our heroes and heroines of fake love and fake snow do. We go home - or we wait for those we love to come home - we fuss, red bows and all, and do things out of the ordinary trying to create a memory. We get quality time with those we love who have moved away and return to their high school bedroom for a couple of precious days a year.

For those who clear work schedules, close the office, shut down their computer - and even for those who sneak to their laptop to keep their finger in the proverbial pie even during holiday visits, this time of year holds great expectations. Still, we usually only get the unexpected, and it’s best if everyone is ready for anything if we truly intend to enjoy the season… wine on the rug and all.

What do we want from this busy time of year and why is it so busy? At work and home we have fund raisers, tree-trimming, toy collections, Secret Santas, obligatory parties, and gatherings we love… all in this one moment. Often, so much has been carved out that fun becomes work, and disappointment becomes inevitable. It seems we can’t just enjoy the moment. We put pressure on ourselves that affects everyone else in our life - but we can give ourselves permission to pick and choose, doing only what we can or really want for the holidays. Revolutionary, I know.

For those of us who celebrate holidays other than Christmas, there’s a small chance the holidays bring more holy than holly, but there is still plenty to distract us. For Christmas, well, that holiday gets an intro in July and goes full tilt at Halloween.

Recently, I saw a movie that was, and wasn’t, a Christmas movie. It made me think: what does any individual expect this red and gold, worldwide and familial, loving and lonely day to be? There are so many for whom it’s just another day struggling with loneliness, illness, abandonment, or facing the unknown. More importantly, these states aren’t exclusive to the poor, the sick, or those in shelters or on the street. Many of us who work and have a family including children can lose our “self” in the busy-ness of this time of year.
Worse, we can lose its reality in the hype.

Many Chattereaders know that I was the queen of Martha Stuart wannabees; I decorated ten rooms to the nines every year. Sure, I loved it. I put on the holiday music, took out my ‘oh so organized’ decorations, hung them exactly, in short order, and broke out the china and crystal. For nearly 40 Christmas seasons, I delighted in the dazzle. I wish we could all be so blessed.

Recently, though, we abandoned the glitz and simply learned to enjoy the chaos. We even dropped the china... oh, not literally - but, when I have all the family, we do buffet on everyday dishes and save the Martha-esque frou-frou for when the group is small. That made my kids happier. So, as happy is what we do, it’s now something we can advocate. At any point in time, what our own particular happy is and whatever portion of it we can achieve easily, must be what we do.

In that ‘sort-of Christmas’ movie, the main characters’ needs were singularly human. They wanted completion, company, someone to witness life with them for a moment. It made me think: We all have simple needs. No one can have all he/she wants, ever – even for a holiday. Everyone has obligations and responsibilities all the time. Still, if we cut a corner, pick and choose to do more of what we love instead of trying to do everything that’s being tossed at us, we’ll do better. We’ll do better not only for ourselves but for everyone else we touch as well.

Do the happy. We can be merry, if we’re bright.

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