Incident in Roosevelt Center

George Mathews with the Greenbelt Police Department responded with the following information:

At 2:50 am multiple calls of shots heard near the area of Roosevelt Center came in. A seasoned police officer responded to the call and witnessed a male individual near the Mother and Child statue. The officer witnessed the individual self-inflect a gunshot wound. The person was pronounced dead at the scene.

It is unknown at this time if and how the sound of gunfire earlier is related to this incident.  There is an investigation ongoing.

The victim’s name is not being released at this time until notification of next of kin.


I wanted to come back and add in a helpline number and link for those who need help. Please, just take a breath. Take a moment. Make the call. It can save a life.

1-800-273-TALK (8255)

Crisis Hotline
1-800-422-0009 – toll-free statewide

A Revolution

I want to start this off by pointing out something that has been a theme on social media:  people complaining that people are “offended” by stuff and how dumb that is.  First of all, those folks seem pretty damned offended for people who don’t like it when people are offended, so – “glass houses” is what I have to say to them.  I would also offer up that much of what is happening isn’t about being “offended” but finally FINALLY validating that there are certain segments of the population who are marginalized and in some cases don’t and haven’t had equal rights.  That goes beyond being “offended” by something.  It’s simply standing up for your rights and your viewpoint.

The movement to take down the confederate flag, the distancing from Donald Trump by businesses, feminist speakers facing threats of rape and murder, and the marriage equality judgement, with all the ensuing arguments, are all about pretty much the same thing.  And people who want the flag to stay on government property and people who embrace Trump and his racist comments and people who are threatening women and ranting about the downfall of America because of same sex marriage equality are reacting from a place of panic and resentment.  Maybe they do actually believe that America is under some kind of threat of too much fairness and love.  But it’s pretty disturbing to see the amount of hate pouring the direction of people who are finally feeling like somebody is listening to them after a very long time of not being heard.

The time for the rights of these marginalized groups to be equally recognized and validated has arrived.  If you are worried that your race or your religion will become the minority, ask yourself why you are worried about that.  Nobody is saying you don’t deserve your rights, just that they want theirs, too!

You can still wake up today in America and express yourself through your right of freedom of speech and freedom of religion.  No Christian has lost the right to worship.  Why not count this as a blessing? No man has lost his rights because of feminism. The Westboro Baptists can still picket funerals if they want.  KKK can still assemble in public and have websites. You can still say ugly things about the President and not be arrested and put in a government holding facility. You can still hang the Confederate flag all over your property and your business’s property, if you want. You can still call somebody horrible racist and sexist names or to tell people they need to repent and that what they do is an abomination. But there is a movement across this country right now that is saying that the days of passively validating these things is over. That people won’t be in silent compliance with these things anymore. That discrimination is no longer socially acceptable and people who don’t like it are losing their minds over that, like they have lost freedom of speech.  Like they have lost a civil right.  No.  NO!  They still have that right, it’s simply becoming NOT OK socially – FINALLY!  Ignoring privilege and pretending it doesn’t exist, has come to an tipping point in history in this nation.   We have an opportunity here, now, to do something great and love each other an come together.  Or we can repeat history and fight each other.  And what a shame that would be.

Mark 12:31
The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”

Luke 6:37-6:38
Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.
Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you

All I Want is a Slushie

I read this story this morning and I just loved it.


It reminded me that not all people take advantage of the vulnerable when nobody else is looking.  It reminded me that I could smile at a story where somebody could have gotten hurt.  It reminded me that I used to be just like this little girl when I was two and three years old – having middle of the night adventures that are now family legend.

This story reminded, also, how many things go right in a day.  People fall and others help them.  People are protected from bullies and people stop to tie an old person’s shoes.  People donate money and give kindness and protect others everywhere, all the time.

We have all of these statistics about how many people are raped every minute and how many people are robbed and murdered.  And it is very important to collect that kind of data.  But you know what would be nice?  To know how many people every minute don’t hurt a vulnerable person.  How many people are loyal to their partners and generous to their family members and helpful to their neighbors.  Because sometimes I want off of this planet when I think of all of the bad things.  But this short, precious little story reminded me that even in a big city like Philadelphia a bus driver can be a protector of a four year old.  That this middle of the night journey for a slushie only ended in being reunited with her family and sharing the story with people like me, who adore it.

They don’t say whether or not she got her slushie, but I’m going to imagine she did.

What Seeds Are You Sending Into the Wind?

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I’ve been thinking about resentment, jealousy, envy and their impact on happiness.  Also, all of the irony that surrounds the topic.

We all want to be happy.  Or at least we think we want to be happy.  We can’t decide sometimes, because the definition of what happiness is varies as much as the definition of beauty.  That’s where the whole thing gets even more complicated.

I guess the first thing you have to do is look at your life and see if there are things to be grateful for.  Then look at the world and see if there are things you can be happy for that are going well for others.  I am pretty sure that is a big part of growing happiness in your own garden and spreading seeds of joy for the gardens of others as well.

Delicious Creamy Mushroom Soup

If you like mushrooms and creamy soups, you will love this recipe.  AND, it’s vegan!


As mentioned in previous posts, I don’t measure exactly, so I will write down what I estimate I used regarding spices and stuff, unless it was easy like bullion cubes.  You’ll have to adjust the seasonings to your taste.


Veggie bullion (I used Rapunzel brand – two cubes)
1 large sweet onion
2 packs f portobello mushrooms
1 pack of shiitake mushrooms1 cup of white wine
2 tbsp paprika
3 tbsp dried minced onion or onion flakes
2 tsp salt
1 tsp garlic powder
2 tsp ground pepper (I use large ground)
soy milk (plain, unflavored, unsweetened)
Extra virgin olive oil
Earth Balance

Make a tan roux with Earth Balance (2 tbsp), olive oil (3 tbsp)  and flour (1/3 cup), then whisk in soy milk until it is a pasty consistency.  These measurements are approximate.

*note* I use Bob’s Red Mill flours – because they are a great company who treats their employees well.  I know that other flours are cheaper and I am on a tight budget like most folks out there, but if you can manage to support a good company, please consider this one.

Set the roux aside.

Put about 1/4 olive oil in the soup pot and put in chopped onion, saute until brown, not quite caramelized.  Add water and let cook all the way down.

Add about eight cups of water and 1 cup of sweet white wine (I used Barefoot moscato) and set aside while you chop and dump all of the mushrooms in a big skillet to saute them in olive oil.

Taste test and add more salt or seasonings to your taste.

I used portobello and and shiitake mushrooms, but I think next time I am going to add some porchini and white button as well.  If you do that yourself, please let me know how you like it!

After the mushrooms are all well sauteed set them aside, slowly whisk the roux into the stock over a low heat.  Once the roux is nicely mixed in then add the mushrooms to the pot.  Add more water if it is needed.  Turn heat to medium and allow it to heat up.  Treat it like gravy, let it boil up but keep stirring to avoid lumps.  This will not be as thick as gravy or as creamy as something that has heavy cream in it.  You could add more flour like with gravy or even some cornstarch, but I liked it slightly creamy.  If you made it creamier you could pour it over rice, noodles or potatoes.

It was delicious.  We had it with a Panera baguette.


Today I’m thinking about potential.  My personal potential.  It’s Martin Luther King Jr. Day and I came across this quote by him.

If you can’t fly then run,
if you can’t run then walk,
if you can’t walk then crawl,
but whatever you do you have
to keep moving forward.

And it made me think about all of the things I allow to get in my way of personal success.  Not just business, but growth as a person.  And how excuses keep us from moving forward.  Also, baggage.
The man was a great thinker.  Cut down in the prime of his life by hate.

Don’t Let the Robots Eat Me Yoshimi

Perhaps I am engaging in risky behavior by telling you that I feel better.  After two weeks of coughing, sore ribs, fevers, chills, aching and feeling like a “wet dishrag” (as my mom used to say) I feel human again.  I still have a little bit of a cough, but I was actually able to walk a couple of blocks today without getting utterly winded.  I even carried a heavy load of groceries up the stairs.  Yay me.


I wore nothing but jammies and stuff made of jersey knit for the full two weeks.


I drank gallons of Throat Coat tea and hot lemon water with honey and ginger.   I stayed in an antihistamine and ibuprofen induced haze.  Sometimes cocooned in the blankets, other times throwing them off in a sweat.

Fortunately my sweetheart was a little better ahead of me and was able to do things like run to the store for cough drops and saltine crackers.

Monday night was the first time I’d put on moisturizer, make-up and shoes since the end of December.  It felt nice to put on regular stuff and go out and see friends.  At first I was resisting.  I kept telling Will that I was feeling introverted and it was hard to put on pants.  I’d even tried painting my nails and messed it up.  But he texted me, “I think you’ll feel better if you see your friends.”  So, I hopped in the shower, re-painted my nails and this time they came out ok.

We went by the event we’d been invited to and I actually had a decent time.  I wanted to do a lot of dancing, but I was pretty easily winded, so I wiggled around a bit to some great songs.  One of which I will leave you with.

I did have a hard cider and I thought about Stevie who’d passed away.  Who’s funeral had been that day, and I didn’t go.  I’m not sure I would have made it through a funeral almost an hour from here, but I felt guilty for not going anyway.  So, I said a little toast to Stevie in my head and drank my cider.

I’m thankful to be feeling better.  Wearing regular clothes and eating regular food.  When I’m so sick like that I totally understand how people die from these things.  If it were to go on too long, you’d just want it to be over.  Part of my gratitude is for it being brief enough to endure, but it also sure makes me appreciate feeling well.


I’m also grateful for a pretty nice view out of my bedroom window.


And I finally FINALLY managed to finish my New Year’s cards that Will, Jade and I made for about 100 folks.  Man, that was a lot of card assembly and we were all sick the first week of January.  So, I managed to get them in the mail today.  I wasn’t about to waste all that work.

I know my last post was pretty negative.  And I’m not all sunshine right now, either.  But I do feel a bit more able to handle the world right now.

Enjoy this song by The Flaming Lips – thanks to DJ Gina for spinnin’ the tunes and making me wanna dance.

“Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots Pt. 1”

Her name is Yoshimi – she’s a black belt in karate
Working for the city – she has to discipline her body –
Cause she knows that it’s demanding to defeat these
Evil machines – I know she can beat them -Oh Yoshimi
They don’t believe me
But you won’t let those
Robots defeat me
Oh Yoshimi
They don’t believe me
But you won’t let those
Robots eat me

Those evil natured robots – they’re programmed to
Destroy us – She’s gotta be strong to fight them –
So she’s taking lots of vitamins – cause she knows that
It’d be tragic if those evil robots win – I know
She can beat them –