Thoughts on the lack of maternity wards in rural areas and the effects of separating migrant children from their families.
Pride Month kicked off with the Supreme Court ruling in favor of a baker who refused to bake a cake for a same-sex wedding. Much is being made in the discussion around this ruling of how narrow it is. To my LGBTQ friends and family, it’s a frightening decision anyway. For those who fear that their basic humanity is conditional, and might be revoked at any moment, Masterpiece looks like a foot in the door. Today, it’s a cake. Tomorrow, it might be a lunch counter.
The voice of the small and frail is a mighty thing. And it is astonishing how ferocious even the tiniest combatants can be, when they decide not to surrender.
A recent Rolling Stone article on the NY-19 Congressional race repeated the common fallacy that our congressional districts are gerrymandered. They’re not.
To get help from a Habitat for Humanity, a household needs to be making less than 60 percent of local median income; in Ulster County, that’s about $48,000 for a family of four. Habitat seeks to help families that are living in unsafe or overcrowded housing, or paying more than 30 percent of their income in rent. That’s a description that fits a shockingly large slice of the local population.
New York State’s political world was turned upside-down this week by the abrupt resignation of Attorney General Eric Schneiderman, who has been credibly accused of being a meat suit filled with centipedes.
“En garde!” the director called. The gym echoed with the clang of blade on blade, and the squeak of shoe on polyurethane. My heart hammered in my chest — was that nerves, or just the tight embrace of the fencing jacket I hadn’t tried to squeeze into since 1998? One point, I prayed, with fervor. Don’t fall, don’t die, don’t be a wreck. Just land one touch.
In a normal year, Republican Chris Tague would be a shoo-in to succeed Pete Lopez in the 102nd Assembly District. But nothing about this year is normal. Democratic voters are more invigorated than they’ve been in generations, a key factor in a April 24 special election that is likely to draw only the most fervent true believers to the polls. And then there’s the independents, who make up fully a quarter of the district’s registered voters. If they’re looking for a Trump surrogate to punish, Tague — a Trump delegate back in 2016 — is conveniently at hand.
A hollow place in the ground, a ring worn down by bare feet, a shaft hitched to a stone that grinds on and on. The story of the Wench Mill has no moral, except that it should never have been at all.
Hikers sometimes call it “shoulder season,” that awkward stretch of winter-adjacent weather that can’t seem to make up its mind. In the Catskills we tend to call it like it is: mud season.