In a word, Gail, it’s Gramsci

One of my cousins asked me a fun question. We were talking about Frick and Stout family artifacts from Iowa, Jacksonville Illinois, Des Moines, Grundy, and Polk Counties, all in Iowa, as well as Hopewell and Amwell, New Jersey, where Colonel Thomas Johnson Stout’s son left to head West. My baby sister Kathleen even hasContinue reading “In a word, Gail, it’s Gramsci”

Frick-ed and Fracked or S.L.A.P.P.ed*?

Not until I met and married Fred (who honored my father and mother when my sons walked me down the aisle), I had none other than my colleague, Fred’s long-lost relative, unite us in marriage. I would’ve been the second Ruth Ann Schwarz. Instead, Fred is the first Frederic Halper O’Brien, though we began ourContinue reading “Frick-ed and Fracked or S.L.A.P.P.ed*?”

Heretic . . .

Another notion or concept 4 “this” or “that-ing” or what I call the act of discriminating (and that’s not taste)

But surely you’ve got 5 senses to understand this . . .