These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 60!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live in the burbs and work in the city (Chicago, the best city in the world). I'm an aunt, a friend and a colleague. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
(If you have to improvise, that's ok.)
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it)
From Rosemary: The Hidden Kennedy Daughter by Kate Clifford Larson.
This is the biography of Rosemary, JFK's sister, born in 1918. It was
obvious to her family that Rosie was "different" (slow and physically
uncoordinated). As she watched her younger brothers and sisters pass her
intellectually and athletically, Rosemary's frustrations gave way to
fits of rage. It was hard for her to live at home with the family.
parents loved and wanted to help their oldest daughter. But in 1930s
America, there was little if any distinction made between "mentally
challenged" and "mentally ill," and Joe and Rose Kennedy were horrified
by the options available for Rosemary. From page 56:
dirty and disease- and rodent-infested, many institutions for the
insane and disabled provided little more than shelter and some food.
Medical care was spotty; occupational therapy and educational and
vocational training was nonexistent. Patients and residents would
sometimes spend days and nights caked in their own excrement.