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December 2008

Happy New Year Everyone!

If you’re going out tonight, be safe, have a designated driver, take a taxi, all that good stuff. 

Don and I are going to join Rog and Jim with a bunch of their friends to a New Year’s Eve extravaganza.  I was really excited when they had told me they were going to be in town and invited us to join them. 

Why not?  I thought.  With my youngest child leaving home, I am stepping into a new phase of life this year.  Go out, celebrate, have a good time!

See, Don and I have never gone out on New Years Eve.  We always spent a nice peaceful evening at home, talking about life, the past year, our hopes and wishes for the upcoming one. 

Sometimes, we had friends staying over, like last year with James and Ken, or the year before when my children were in England and Richard and Diane came for the holidays, and it’s always been lovely. 

But, when I got Jim and Rog’s invitation I thought, yes, that will be fun!  But now I’m nervous.  What if it isn’t?  I’m not a big drinker.  I don’t want to be a party pooper.  Do I even know how to party anymore?  Did I ever?

And then there is the horrific question ... What shall I wear? 

Aren’t women supposed to put on hot little sexy outfits for New Year’s Eve?

First of all, I don’t think I have any hot sexy little outfits in my closet.  Secondly, even if I did, I’m not really in the mood to wear them.  I’m a middle-aged woman for crying out loud.  I hope Don’s not expecting miracles.

Oh God.  I really hope no one from Rog and Jim’s posse are reading my blog. 

Look, I was nervous about Jenny’s Parisian birthday bash, and look how much fun we had there.  Everybody was really nice and we had the best time ever. 

I think my dread about tonight is just that I’m out of practice.  I’ve been too much of a hermit and this is probably going to be an absolutely wonderful evening.

Well… I just glanced up at the heading of this blog, and then I skimmed over what I’d written.  It’s not quite the jaunty little Happy New Year’s greeting that I intended. 

Oh well, my intention was in the right place, but my typing fingers go where they want to and I try to do my best not to sensor them.

Wishing you all a peaceful, healthy, prosperous New Year full of love and hope and the fulfillment of your secret long held wishes, may the best of them come true.

Much love, Meg xo

The world outside, asleep

A dream woke me up. 

It’s early, the world outside still dark.  I can hear an airplane overhead, which is unusual.  They must have re-routed him.

There was an actor in my dream.  No one that I knew in life, but I knew him in the dream.  We had worked together.  He had been nominated.  I had just heard the news, was surprised.  He was walking towards me and I was so happy for him.  Genuinely happy.  I congratulated him.  We embraced.  When I pulled back from the hug, I saw, not actor eyes, but truth and fulfilment.  A fullness inside.  A creative life that was rewarding.  And I was surprised to realize that that was who he was and how much I liked him.

I woke up and lay in bed, wondering. 

I was younger in the dream.  Around the age that I was when I quit.

The expression in his eyes, was not one that filled the eyes of the actors I knew.

My son has that expression though.  Last night, when Rog & Jim were here, with Jim’s sister, Joy.  All of us, sitting around the living room, nibbling on cheese, sipping our drinks.  When Will was talking about the play he’d finished, his character, he had that expression in his eyes.

I hope and pray that if Will does go into the acting world, that he is able to keep that joy and purity and love of the work, of diving in, be able to keep that feeling and the truth of himself. 

Do I miss acting?


The not knowing what is around the corner.  The creating with other people.  The traveling to far off places.  The diving into the character and in doing so, finding out something unknown about oneself.

I haven’t worked on my manuscript since the middle of October. 

It didn’t start out that way. 

I was taking a short break because I had to go on book tour and was tired.  Usually, I keep the writing up on book tour, but this time I didn’t.  Then when I got back, I was supposed to get the edits on December 15th and I decided that I was going to take those two weeks off, because what was the point of diving into my work, when I was just going to have to put it down again in two weeks.

I decided to use those two weeks to re-charge, relax, and get ready for Christmas.

My edits didn’t come on December 15th.  They are now supposed to arrive in the beginning of January.  And still, I didn’t write.  I’ll wait.  I told myself.  My children are here.  Enjoy.

But now, I wonder if I will ever want to write again?  Taking the break, from all these years of writing every single day, breaking the habit, doesn’t make me chomp at the bit to get back to the page, like I thought it would. 

It is having the reverse effect, and I am wondering, if I will ever have that burning desire, that need, to go to the page?  And if I want to, will I be able to?  I don’t even know if I know how to write anymore?  I don’t know if I ever did.



I’m back. 

Those tiara’s were amazing! 

When I think of how long it took me to do my simple one, I can’t even imagine the hours that some of these other people must have put in.  Wow!  I wish I was creative like that.  To be able to see a plain wire mesh frame and come up with such amazing designs. 

I hope it’s not going to be like back when I was in school and people were picking teams for P.E.  I don’t want my tiara to be that poor person who was left to the very end, scuffling their toe in the dirt, trying to pretend like they didn’t care that nobody wanted them. 



Hey, remember that blog I did about decorating the tiara to benefit the Teen Programs at the New York Public Library?  Well they just sent me a press release along with a photo of my tiara and asked me to post it on my website, so here it is.


All you have to do is click on the above to get information about this wonderful event that Meg Cabot has put together to celebrate Forever Princess the final installment of her Princess Diaries books.  All the proceeds from the auction will go to Teen programs at the Library and she is donating the royalties from the sales of her final book to Greenpeace.  So, if you find you have a little extra pocket change leftover from the holidays, or if you are just curious and want to take a look, click on the link to either meander or bid on the tiara that your favorite author, actor, or public persona made. 

Happy browsing/bidding, everybody! 

I’m off to check it out myself.


Coming to the end of December


We’ve just returned from dropping Emily off at the airport.  Sigh. 

The house seems quieter without the promise of her tucking into her mammoth, On Language by Roman Jakobson, upstairs.  Emily enjoys reading that kind of stuff!  It was on her Christmas wish list!  The reason for all the exclamation points and the italics is because when we finally managed to track down this tome and it arrived at the house, I thought I’d take a little peak inside.  What a mistake that was!  My eyes were crossing and my head hurt just from trying to decipher the first paragraph.  Needless to say, I didn’t bother reading further. 

Anyway, when Emily unwrapped it, she was delighted! 
Dave is back on the island working hard.  He is in retail and the after Christmas rush is always a hectic time.  It was lovely to see him. 

The snow is melting.  Will and I had the shovels out on the flat parts of the roof and balcony last night after the dinner and movie (which I won’t mention the title of, as I thought it well and truly stunk) because I had heard in the pre-movie chatter by the people sitting beside us that with the melting snow and the rain falling, some roofs and awning structures have been collapsing.  Don wanted to go out and do the flat part of the roof outside of our master bathroom, because he’s the man.  But I wouldn’t let him for two reasons.

1. He is bigger than me and I doubt that he would be able to squeeze through that little window without leaving a goodly portion of him behind.

2. He has an indiscriminate, lurking, klutz gene and I never know when it is going to kick into play.  I can’t even begin to count the number of times that he has slipped and fallen down a flight of stairs.  So, seriously, there was no way I was going to let him get out on a slippery snow and ice ladened roof.  I prefer having a living warm breathing husband to massage my cold feet when I get into bed, thank-you-very-much.

Needless to say, Don was not pleased with my edict, but I am in charge.  (Hee…hee… I can just imagine his bellow when he reads this, but never mind.  We both know it’s true.) 

Anyway, both kids gave me permission, so I wanted to share this picture with you, that we took last night as we were leaving the house to have a dinner out on the town.  Will was reminiscing about how big he always thought Emily was when he was growing up.  How huge she seemed to him.  And we were laughing about it, and I made Don snap this picture of the two of them. 

Oh, and she’s wearing the raincoat that Will gave her that Emily was wishing for on her blog.

My children arrived!

My children arrived safe and sound last night. Relatively unscathed.  There was one stretch of the freeway that was extremely steep and very slippery which Dave’s car refused to navigate. 

“Um… Dave,” Emily had said, “Aren’t you supposed to maintain a consistent speed going up the hill?”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Dave replied.

Our phone rang, I was informed of the situation, where they were stranded and called a tow truck.

The phone rang again, it was a jubilant David.  The tow truck had been cancelled because a policeman had stopped and pushed them the hill with his rubber bumper!  They were on their way!

We picked them up at the shopping center and slip-slided home, our car wheels grinding through thick blankets of snow.  When we arrived at the house we all indulged in a healthy glass of wine and decided, what the hell, and dove with relish into the Christmas pies that I had just pulled from the oven.  After all, pie is always best piping hot out of the oven!  Luckily, Emily’s wiser head retained some calm and the Apple pie has been left unscathed, so I won’t have to figure out another dessert for today.

So, now, it’s Christmas morning and I’ve got the turkey stuffed and in the oven.  Santa has visited the stockings and they are waiting impatiently on the sofa to be opened.  The dogs are fed, and they were happy because they got some of the leftover stuffing mixed up in their food.  The house is full of savory Christmas feast smells and we just had to sneak Will down the back stairs into the basement because he’s been awake for hours and he can’t come into the Christmas area until his brother and sister get up.  Which I am thinking is going to be some time from now because they were still banging around the house and wrapping Christmas presents long into the wee hours of the morning.

So, Merry Christmas to all of you that celebrate it, and a very Happy Day to all of you that don’t.

Much love, Meg xo

Wishing everybody a wonderful Holiday Season!

I woke up early and cracked open the shutters.  More snow!  Lots more.  Oh dear.

See, David had to go back to the island for work and Emily went with him to visit some of her old friends from her high school days and they were going to take the ferry back tonight after Dave got off work.   

But I don’t know if they are going to be able to make it.  I’m worried about them navigating on these snowy, snowy roads.  The snowplows working overtime, but it’s impossible to keep up with it. 

In the middle of the night I woke up to the sound of the plow outside the house, but this morning on our cul-de-sac it looked like nobody had been here.

Don and I suited up and shoveled the drive again.  Now normally we would wait until the snow had stopped, but we needed to get out and get our free-range turkey from the butcher shop and it is always a zoo there on Holidays and so it’s best to get there right when they open, and besides we don’t know how much more it will snow and if the roads will become impassable.

So, off we went.  I drove because Don gets very nervous driving in the snow here because of all the hills.  Whereas I have lots of experience driving out here, know how to down-shift, steer into the skid, etc. 

It makes me feel proud that Don feels safer when I’m doing the snow driving.  Makes me feel like a competent, strong, all-purpose woman.  Makes me feel good.

The drive over to get the turkey was really slippery, but it was pretty too.  All that snow and enrobed Christmas lights twinkling and glowing under their caps of snow on the bushes and trees.

The store wasn’t open when we got there, but we could see through the darkened window people bustling around getting ready for the rush.  A big huge rental truck parked out front, engine running, stuffed full of the days turkeys.  So, we went to the Safeway and picked up a few more essentials (chocolate, ice cream, potato chips and so on.)

Then back to the butcher’s shop.  There was only one person in line and lo-and-behold, who should pull up but the main butcher (his wife was also the one by the wheel)  and apparently there had been a huge crash on the highway, a semi-truck and a bus.  “Oh dear,” I said, and thought of my boy, Dave trying to drive him and his sister home tonight. 

“It’s going to be another half an hour,” the butcher said.  “Why don’t you go get yourself a cup of coffee.”

So we did, but then as we were sitting down to enjoy it, I got a funny feeling in my belly.  “Honey,” I said, “Let’s go back to the butcher and wait there.  It’s only 12 more minutes and the parking lot is getting fuller.  So we got lids for our drinks and went back outside and it was a good thing we did because there was at least a dozen people in line by now.  By the time we got into the store it had swelled to over 30. 

Phone calls had been flying back and forth between us and Dave.  David still wanted to come, I was worried.  Then I got the good idea to see if the Safeway would let him park there and we could shuttle him and Emily back to the house, because the main highways are usually kept pretty good during storms, it’s the hilly side-roads, like the one we live on that are the problem.  But I’m good with that and we have 4-wheel drive and last week I scored some snow tires too!

Anyway, the snow hasn’t let up since we picked up the turkey, so I don’t know how it is all going to turn out.  But it’s cozy right now, with the Christmas music on.  I’m sitting at the kitchen table typing to you, Don’s puttering in the kitchen and Will’s at the table as well, working on the 3-D holographic puzzle that his Grandma and Grandpa sent to him from England.  The Christmas tree is sparkling and glistening with Christmas magic and memories of Emily, David, Will, Don and I gathered around decorating it this last weekend when we finally had gotten everyone together.  And I’d forgotten what a difference the decorations make, because we had put up the tree and hung the lights earlier in the week and that seemed pretty special, but NOW… It’s truly BEAUTIFUL!

I’ll be right back.  I’m going to check the drive to see how much more it has snowed in the last hour and a half since we got back home and had to re-shovel the drive because a couple inches had fallen while we were out, and you have to stay on the snow pile up, because if you drive over it, it makes it that much harder to shovel it later because it packs it down.

Be right back!

Oh good, it’s not so bad.  Only a little over an inch.  I took a measuring tape out with me.

Although, one inch in an hour and half means that if this keeps up, there will be another 7 inches by the time the children hope to be here.  But that’s on top of the two feet we already have.  And that’s only if the snow doesn’t pick up.  It’s snowing pretty solid now, but it’s not coming down as fast and furious as it was when we were at the store. 

Anyway, I’ll let you know what happens. 

We’ve decided that if Emily and David are unable to make it, that we’ll hold off the festivities until they can.  Because Christmas can be just as magical and wonderful on another day.  If the heart rejoices and the family is safe and healthy and together, and we have the luxury of a warm house and good food and the good fortune to have been able to afford a few presents, how lucky is that!

I’d like to wish all my blogging buddies the very HAPPIEST OF HOLIDAYS!  xo

Much love, Meg

Shoveling snow

I was planning on hopping on the treadmill for a little bit of unpleasant exercise, but then I thought, “Wait a minute, Missy.  There is an entire walkway and driveway that the skies dropped another foot of snow on that needs shoveling.  What better way to exercise?” 

Well, to be honest, I could think of a million better ways to exercise, but being noble won out.

I sighed rather sadly and stripped off my runners. 

“What’s wrong, Mom?” Will asked.

“I’ve decided to shovel the drive.”

“Need some help?” he said.  There wasn’t a ton of enthusiasm in his voice, but I leapt on his offer like a rabid dog.

“Oh honey, that would be wonderful!” 

And the weird thing is… It was. 

We shoveled the whole thing, while Don was pecking away at his typewriter and Emily and David slept. 

And we have a BIG driveway! 

It was hard work, our faces were pretty red and sweaty by the time we finished, and even now, typing to you, I can feel the fatigue in my shoulders, backs, legs and forearms.  That snow was deep and this is the third time in the last week that the drive and walkway have had to be shoveled. 

It was hard, but there was something really bonding about it too.  The two of us slogging away, grunting as we hoisted the huge mounds of snow, up and away. 

Okay, maybe that last sentence wasn’t quite accurate.  I was grunting.  Will wasn’t.

I don’t know what it is about getting older, but I find I make more noise doing things that when I was younger didn’t even cause me to have a change in breath.  Getting out of a low-slung car for instance, or shoveling snow, or bending over.  A little “oof” noise escapes, or a “uhngh” noise.  It’s kind of funny.  It makes me feel like I’m turning into a little old lady.

It’s a good thing I find it funny, because my body is at the age, were not making a little grunt or groan, would require serious concentration, and even then, I’d probably slip up.

Anyway, I was proud of my boy, offering to help.  Doing it with such good humor.  Because physical labor is not Will’s idea of a good time.  I felt like he was giving back, helping out, was taking care of me, even though I could have done it on my own.  Or Don could have finished up the job when he was done with his pages. 

I was proud of Will, shoveling snow, the dark clouds parting, him tall, grey cap perched on his head, black medium length jacket, behind the opening in the sky there was this amazing pure robin’s egg blue.  The two of us, hoisting mounds of soft white pristine snow, endless shovelfuls.  And I was tired, and sore, but my heart was so glad to be there with him, that I was almost sorry when we reached the end of the drive.

A walk with Karen


I thought I’d share with you the photos Karen took on our walk.  I’m doing the same keep-my-head-warm-by-wrapping-my-muffler-around-it style, but I’m sure my bloggers will be too busy admiring my beautiful dog to laugh at my head-gear.


There are three pictures, one of Molly and me, one of Molly and Seamus, Silas (Karen’s adorable dogs and Molly’s best friends), there is also a picture of Molly looking noble, and one of a little woodpecker that we saw, which Karen informs me is a red-bellied sapsucker. 



Now, I know we live and walk in one of the most beautiful places in the world, but sometimes, I forget and these pictures of Karen’s reminded me again.

Thanks Karen.


It is very cozy having my daughter home. 


It was after one in the morning when we finally all went to bed last night.  I was sleepy, but I didn’t want to miss anything.  You know, all the fun mom/daughter stuff like getting her set up with a plate of food and sitting on the sofa, all of us talking, watching her eat. 

There is something so comforting for me, watching my children eat.  A kick-back to when they were small, with their little bird mouths opening up, the surprised expression when they tasted something new, and then the very easy to read, expression of yes-that-was-yummy, or yech-what-the-hell-was-that?!  Too young to talk, but really, words weren’t necessary.

My daughter really is grown.  A woman now.  Talking about life, the world, teaching.  The fire dancing behind the cast iron grate, warming the room.  And me, Don and Will, gathering around Emily, an exotic bird that has flown in from far off places, and has, to our good fortune, alighted on our sofa.  Different from her worldly experiences, but familiar as well.

So, happy she’s home.

And when Don and Will return from his doctor’s appointment, we’ll all go into town and do a little tiny modicum of Christmas shopping and then meet up with one of Emily’s friends for dinner.  Then they’ll go off and we’ll come home, crawl into our beds and go to sleep.

Oh hey, and guess what else is really sweet.  With this cold weather snap, I’ve been sort of colder than usual, and Don, bless his soul, has taken it into his mind that it is important for him to protect me from the cold sheets. 

So, for the last three nights, when I come into our bedroom from brushing my teeth, there he is, lying stiff as a board, under the blankets, face, fists clenched, lying on my side of the bed, getting it warm, no squeals and shrieks like when I slide between those cold sheets.  Not a peep out of him, because he’s big and brave and taking it like a man, warming my sheets for me. 

And when I approach my side of the bed, he slides over to his side, to the cold side and tries not to let me see that he’s having to suck his breath in quick and contain his jaw so his teeth don’t clatter.

Pretty easy to see why I love him.  Who wouldn’t?



Behold the cover of my friend’s new book.  Apparently, it is at the printers as I type.  Wheee!

There are few things that are more exciting than when a manuscript stops being a jumble of black ink on loose-leaf paper and starts looking like a book.

Congratulations, Karen!  I look forward to seeing it in bookstores everywhere this March.  And even more fun to anticipate is that I will get to buy one and read it.


The promise of Christmas

Yesterday after picking Will up from school, we went on a Christmas tree hunt.  The place we got our tree at last year wasn’t there anymore, so we drove around for a while trying to find another. 

It was really cold and I had to wrap my muffler over my head as well as around my neck and Don and Will teased me.  But I didn’t care, I might have looked a little odd, but at least I was warm.

We found a beautiful tree, with lush fragrant branches.  I can’t remember what they called it.  Maybe Noble fir?  The underneath branches slightly lighter than the top.  We had looked at quite a few, but when we pulled this one out and turned it around this way and that, the decision was unanimous! 

We tied it to the top of our car and brought it home and the dogs danced around in delight. 

We untied it and then I raced to the basement and got the cast iron old-fashioned tree stand.

Don and Will carried it in and held it in place while I lay on my belly and tightened the screws so the tree would stand strong and true, I thought the door to the outside had been left open, but it wasn’t.  It was all the coldness of the outside that was trapped in the branches that made the air around us so cold.

And now, as I sit on the sofa, a fire is flickering in the fireplace and I am typing to you.  The smell of fresh needles and the outside and peppermint candy fill my nostrils.  The Christmas lights are twinkling, and Emily comes home the day after tomorrow and Dave’s coming over this weekend, and the dinner Don made tonight was really tasty and all is good with the world.

Well, it isn’t really, but it feels that way, and that is good enough for me.  I’ll take this moment in time, and the next moment too and savor the sweetness of now.


I’m so frustrated!  I lost the little doohicky that attaches my camera to my computer so I can download pictures and I can’t find it anywhere

I’ve spent the last 20 minutes searching the usual places to no avail.  So, unfortunately/or fortunately, depending on if you are a dog-person or not, this is not going to be a blog about how it snowed so much yesterday and how funny my dog looked frolicking in the snow, complete with an accompanying photo, because the picture I took is trapped in my camera.


I shall have to blog about something else.

I am loving my daughter’s blog!  It’s like a little Emily hello.  A pick-me-up.  A Emily fix. 

Although, I have to say, her rather jaunty ungoogleable phrase about enjoying her breakfast of coca cola did cause the mother in me to gasp, “oh no, honey, not Coke for breakfast!”

Hey!  Don just brought the phone into my writing room and guess who it was?

Cheryl!  Remember Cheryl?  I blogged about running into her on Word On The Street.  Cheryl and Vern were the best neighbors I ever had.  Anyway, guess what happened?  Jason, her little tow haired son, who I remember as solid and sturdy and way more mature and grounded than most adults even though he was a little kid marching his way thorough Elementary school. 


He and his wife just gave birth to their first child.  A baby boy!  Eight pounds and three ounces!  CONGRATULATIONS!!! (Not that they read, or even know about my blog, but it doesn’t matter one whit.  It’s sending the good wishes out there that matters!)  Welcome to the world little baby! xo

Anyway, if the weather behaves, we are going to go up to see them all this Saturday.  We’ll see.  We are hoping the weather report is wrong, because it is threatening 19.5 cm of snow.  Fingers crossed that the skies Gods change their minds and we have a bright sunny day, of clear roads and good driving conditions. 

I’ll bring my camera and take lots of pictures that hopefully I’ll be able to download once I find my little attaching thing.


The Federal Reserve

I read this on Richard Russell’s Dow Theory Remarks on Wednesday.  I can’t get it out of my mind.  (There is also a really interesting documentary about the Federal Reserve and how it was formed as well, but I can’t remember the name.  It’s on U-Tube, so if you dig deep enough, you might be able to find it.)

Anyway, I’m going to post this portion of his daily remarks. 

I find reading Richard Russell’s daily remarks really informative.  I like reading about the markets, but even more, I like his personal touch, reading about his memories as a fighter pilot in WWII, his take on politics, New York during the Great Depression, his cactus collection, his two standard poodles, his kids and wives.  If you are interested in subscribing, it is around $350 U.S a year and you can contact his office at:

And please know that although I admire the man, and am grateful for the many years that I’ve enjoyed reading his remarks and before that his Dow Theory Letters, the man doesn’t know me from dirt.  I’m just telling you about him, because my day isn’t complete until I’ve read what he has to say. 

Oh, and also, there are some articles on his site you can read without having a subscription as well, so just Google Richard Russell’s Dow Theory Letters and you can read articles like “Rich man Poor man,” and so on.  The top portion of the page you can’t click on but the lower half you can, and that way you can get a taste.

Now, this bit that I’m posting is from his Dec 10th Daily Remarks, maybe some of you know this about the Fed, and maybe some of you don’t, but I think you will find the following excerpt interesting, especially given what is going on in the U.S. today.

As I watch the various markets drying up and dying before our eyes, I have the sense that we are watching a worldwide tragedy. The source of this tragedy is fiat money created by the Federal Reserve and other central banks throughout the world.
In one sense, I suspect what we are seeing is an historic morality play.

“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. Already they have raised up a money aristocracy that has set the government at defiance. That issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the government to whom it properly belongs.” Quote from Thomas Jefferson.

President John F Kennedy agreed. Kennedy moved to get rid of the Fed and ultimately eliminate the national debt as had Andrew Jackson and Abraham Lincoln before him with their battles against the National Banks.

In 1963 by presidential order, president Kennedy enacted executive order 11110. The US Treasury began printing upward of four billion of US Notes to replace Federal Reserve Notes. When a sufficient supply of the notes reached circulation the Fed and the Central Banking system could be declared obsolete. This would end control of the bankers over the US government and the American people.

Five months later, President Kennedy was professionally assassinated by an order from unknown sources.

JFK believed in the US Constitution.

“Most people know that the Federal Reserve bank is creating US dollars. But the truth is that the Federal Reserve is not Federal at all, but owned by twelve super-wealthy International banking families, such as the Rothschilds and the Rockefellers. This is a well-hidden secret, but can even be verified in ‘Encyclopedia Britannica.’ This situation is in direct opposition to the US Constitution—the government is supposed to create our money (the 16th Amendment), which in its turn must be backed up by gold and silver.”

“What JFK did was to create interest-free government money, backed up by the US silver reserve. This is contrary to Federal Reserve money, which is not backed up by anything… Kennedy wanted to pay off the US debt this way. Apparently aware of the secret behind the Federal Reserve, he decided to follow the dictates of our Constitution. Of course, this was a very dangerous thing to do, because if he was allowed to continue, it could have put the International bankers out of business in the long run. So this was even more serious than his other ambition of reigning in the CIA’s powers. Interestingly enough, soon after his assassination the silver-backed interest-free money was taken out of circulation.”—From Wes Penre, 2003, Hidden History.

The Federal Reserve system was created outside the constitution, it was never put forth as an amendment to the constitution nor has its constitutionality ever been reviewed by the Supreme Court.

Through the machinations of the Federal Reserve, trillions of intrinsically worthless Reserve Notes have served to create a gigantic bubble in almost all assets since WWII or certainly since 1971 at which time Nixon took the US completely off the gold standard and put the US and the world on the paper fiat money system.

I keep thinking that the current ghastly bear market is the market’s way of undoing all the damage we have suffered from fiat currency, inflation, and the excesses that accompany it.

Where will it end? It may end when the cupboard is bare and the last traces of fiat money are destroyed. Ironically, the bankers who thwarted the express wishes of the Founding Fathers are now watching their power being destroyed by the primary trend of the market. Fiat money has been used previously, but never before has it infected the monetary system of the entire world. It seems we are now paying the price for our incredible passivity and ignorance.

Interesting huh?  Especially given how much taxpayer money the Fed is pumping into bailing out the banks.


I know I said I wasn’t going to do any more public appearances until next Fall to give me a long uninterrupted span of time just for me and my writing, but how could I say no to this?

I’ve been asked to be the Keynote speaker for Childhaven 100th year anniversary

Can you imagine how honored I feel?  To be asked to speak at such a wonderful charity that has been helping abused children in the Seattle area.  An organization that saw a need and filled it, way back before many people even acknowledged that there was a problem. 

This is an organization that helps heal and protect the very young.  If you get a chance, check them out.  The things they have accomplished are really quite inspiring.

Here is the luncheon information in case any of my readers are in the Seattle area and want to support this organization by attending. 

Childhaven Centennial Celebration Luncheon - Thursday, April 23, 2009
Washington State Convention and Trade Center - 11:30am to 1:30pm

Their website is: Childhaven

With love, Meg

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