America! Remember me?Who am I? The little girl who stood upin first grade, hand over heart,and recited the Pledge of Allegiance: I pledge allegiance to the Flagof the United States of Americaand to the Republic for which it stands, one nationunder God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. “THAT LITTLE GIRL WAS ME!”to quote Kamala Harris, who was bussed to school.Like her, I believed … Continue reading Goodbye, America by Kathryn Adisman
Outside on the streets of New York City:the Diallo demonstrations. Inside the hospital room at the Cancer Center:My father has shut his eyes on the world. Next to the untouched breakfast lunch and dinner trays—Unread newspapers pile up, with news of the world my father is leaving behind.He’s packed up his troubles… …and he’s heading out, big hand waving:“Goodbye! Good Luck!” I hear him shout, … Continue reading March 2000 by Kathryn Adisman
I identify with Isak Dinesen in her old age.Instead of remembering the Out of Africa author,self-styled and elegant Baroness Karen von Blixen, What sticks in my brain is this awful Old Lady image:Isak Dinesen getting off an airplanewith her pantyhose twisted, creeping down her legs. Caught unawares in this sudden state of disarray,the Princess Adventuressturns into a bag lady. Continue reading The Isak Dinesen Moment by Kathryn Adisman
