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Posts published by “Marilyn Davin”

Stacked

Armed with a backpack filled with clean socks and underwear and my Eurail Pass I boarded a cheap charter at SFO bound for Heathrow on my 18th birthday. The plan was to hitchhike around Europe…

Your Enemy Is My Enemy

Growing up during the Great Depression, my parents understood the value of a job on a visceral level. My father, who grew up in Chicago, recalled that the first thing his father and his friends…

Carnage

The crash of the Democratic Party has hit home – literally. We’re all reluctant liberal Democrats in our family since Bernie lost his presidential nomination by a whisker to Hillary Clinton. Here in the Bay…

The Great Divide

There’s much hand-wringing these days about the political polarization of our country. This angst is real and empirically provable in evolving individual state and community laws and regulations and, of course, in the very existence…

Knock Knock Knockin’ On Dylan’s Door

It all started so innocently, a simple ad in some online publication whose name I don’t even remember. Bob Dylan coming to California, it read. Really? THE Bob Dylan? The one whose songs we used…

Teenage Wasteland

I was midway into my first cup of coffee one long-ago morning when my 16-year-old daughter plopped her one-gloved self (it was the height of Michael Jackson mania) down at the kitchen table and informed…

In Mors, Veritas

One day more than 25 years ago my mom called me and asked me to drop by. This was nothing unusual; my parents lived nearby and I saw them regularly. When I walked into their…

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