These months before the election are just extremely difficult to contain anger. Anger at watching a demagogue who has a difficult relationship with the truth whip the hatred in this country. Choosing scapegoats, holding rallies, proclaiming himself to be the one for whom you are casting a vote even though he is not on the ticket. Divisive, accusing others of what he in fact does–leaks to the press—incite mob behavior and applaud it–remember Charlottesville–saying the protestors were paid by a rich Jewish donor when he pays people to be at his rallies. Attacking our free press. These are techniques used by hitler, used by dictators, used by Putin. I wonder if he’s not being coached by Putin who would like nothing better than to bring down our country by bringing down our democracy.
I see the support he gets from his party, the crowds, his state-run media channel. Can this be happening? Are we going to give up our freedoms so easily? Just because the stock market is high right now? Because rich people are getting richer? Because average people believe the lie that healthcare coverage will improve with no proof except blatant attempts to destroy it while telling these lies?
I fear for our country that is marching like sheep to the slaughter. A country that is allowing this president to self-deal and become richer while in office. All the while making the average voter think that he cares about your freedoms, cares about this country when all his life has shown that he only cares about one thing–himself and his greed. Greed for money, greed for fame, greed for worship of him. Because deep down he knows that he really doesn’t measure up, that he is a failure, not self-made but a rich little boy who’s daddy propped him up with cash to bail him out time and again, that he’s not really smart. His poison is that he is so insecure and has so much self-loathing that he has become very dangerous in his attempts to make the world cow to him to feel better about himself.
Maia Angelou once said: When someone shows you his true self believe him…the first time.
We have seen this person’s true self. Please America take back this country from the dark forces engulfing it right now. Make America great again, the way it was before the 2016 election.
Last week I went to South Dakota. I had some preconceived notations about what the landscape would look like. Boy was I wrong. Gentle hills leading to jutting mountain tops, pine tree forests known as the Black Hills and moonscapes known as the Badlands. All awesome in the truest sense of the word.
All this was my son’s idea because he works for some of the Native American Tribes that reside there. In his travels back and forth and driving all over the state he wanted to share its beauty with his parents. Well, at first it was supposed to be a bonding trip with his Dad, after all he did take me to Israel and Greece this summer. But after my husband researched the state and how much there was to see he included me on this trip. He always had wanted to see the Badlands. I had never thought much about it. But there was also Mt. Rushmore, which intrigued me.
It all turned out to be much more than I expected. We saw wild buffalo herds, mountain goats, a beautiful waterfall and the town of Deadwood. The wild west at its best. This time of year the weather is spectacular. The skies are not cloudy, like the song, bright blue and clear, mild temperatures perfect for touring. Mt. Rushmore makes you proud of our heritage as a democracy, the Badlands makes you happy that grass and trees cover most of our land. The culture of the Lakota tribe permeates everything and brings with it great beauty in artwork and jewelry. I highly recommend a tip to S. Dakota just one of the great states in this great country.
Totally psyched! This week I found out that When a Stranger Comes… is the Readers’ Favorite 2018 Bronze Medal Winner in the psychological thriller genre. I’ve entered my other books in this contest but didn’t even become a finalist, so this win is most welcome. I’ve put stickers on my covers that proudly announces to the world that this book is worth reading. This book is worth your time. A big thank you to Readers’ Favorite.
I’ve also decided to attend the awards ceremony with the encouragement of the hubs. So November 16-18 will find us in Miami. The event coincides with the Miami Book Fair and Readers’ Favorite has a booth there and will display my book. Wow! There will be photos of me wearing my bronze Olympics’ style medal that I will post on Facebook.
Today is the start of the Silver Dagger Book Tour for When a Stranger Comes…. The kick-off post gives an excerpt of the book. I hope you all follow the tour, which will have posts from me and reviews.
Here is the schedule:
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It’s good to go away and good to come home. My trip with my son, daughter, and granddaughter was informative and fascinating. I have stayed away from traveling to Israel because of the unrest there. But after so many years of unrest, religious pilgrimages that have never stopped, and my own curiosity, I was ready to go. My underlying suppositions were wrong. I felt safe there. It felt familiar, like going to Miami or some other American city. A lot of the American chains were there. Shopping malls, busy outdoor markets, and restaurants. All teeming with humanity. We drove everywhere in Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. Went to the Western Wall on the Sabbath and I was gobsmacked by the sheer number of people praying. Just another typical Friday night in the Holy land. Jews from all walks of religious intensity. Orthodox, Hasidic wearing the furry hats and long coats, and modern Jews like us. Incredible scene. And in the cities, the call to prayer of the Mosques, women wearing Muslim identifying clothing that is allowed in Israel but banned, for example, in France.
We traveled to Eilat and drove through miles of desert the likes I’ve never seen. Barren bleak country with mountains so tall they seemed surreal. Desolate behemoth mountains in never-ending clusters all the way to the final destination. We swam in the dead sea, the red sea, and the Mediterranean. We liked to say, we swam in the red, the dead, and the Med. And then we crossed into Jordan and went to Petra, a wonder of the world. Visitors are greeted there by Jordanians selling camel rides, donkey rides, artifacts. A bustling place of entrepreneurship feeding on tourism. Just like anywhere else in the world.
We left Israel and flew to Greece where we visited the Acropolis in Athens and then rented a car and drove north to the town of Ioannina, the birthplace of my ancestors. We met friends there and made new friends joining a tour for the day. After Ioannina, we drove to Delphi for some wisdom from the Oracle. Round and around the mountain roads we went with my son becoming and expert driver for this kind of terrain. Dizzying but splendid, nevertheless.
A wonderful trip. A trip to be revered and remembered. And an enormous thank you to my son for making it happen.