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Margerumalia – The Proctor Factor

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – May 8, 2026

I’m proctoring AP tests this week for local high school students seeking Advance Placement for college credit. If they make a top score of 5 they have one less requirement to complete in their college career.

I complimented one student on her crisp new Stanford sweatshirt and asked if she had already been accepted. She had and was very pleased to hear my congratulations. 

I hope her parents didn’t have the same reaction as my mom when I said I got accepted to the University of Southern California for grad school. “So far away?” she asked with disappointment. I appreciated her wanting me nearer to home, but really wanted to hear that congratulations.

Proctoring exams takes a bit of training to be aware of sophisticated methods used to cheat. No longer do students sneak crib notes cradled in the palms of their hands. Nor do they write answers on their arms or their jeans. No we’re talking about technology here.

“Everyone must place all electronic devices on the table at the front of the room. Powered down. Not silenced or in Airplane Mode. This includes tablets, smart watches, and phones.” (I expect by next year they’ll include “smart glasses” on that list.)

The students use a laptop to take the test, but the software will cancel the test immediately if a student leaves the Bluebook Platform for any reason before the test is completed. 

The second part is a written component collected by the proctors.

I wonder if any of them were told to practice their penmanship. I remember reading years ago about an experiment where educators were asked to evaluate an essay. Some were given a version with poor handwriting and some were given a version with good handwriting. Same words in both cases.

Want to predict the outcome?

You’re right. The essays with good handwriting were universally evaluated with high scores while the ones with poor handwriting were lower. Same essay.

My wife and I are currently watching “Suits” on Netflix and those high powered lawyers are all dressed to the nines in every episode. Their clients trust the well dressed lawyers because they look successful. I can’t help but compare that to the penmanship experiment.

On the second day I was the only proctor in a small room of three and I read aloud all of the instructions with very few stumbles. I’m pleased to be able to say my speech is slowly improving, especially in comparison to my Father Of The Bride speech a year ago. I’ll take the win.

TTFN

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My middle grade novel, The Most Amazing Museum of Los Angeles is available through The BookBaby Bookshop at https://store.bookbaby.com/book/the-most-amazing-museum-of-los-angeles

Margerumalia – The Happiness Advantage

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – May 1, 2026

Look at that happy baby soaking up the summer sun in his oh-so-debonaire plastic pants! That’s Baby Eric running across the backyard to Mommy who’s holding the camera. He’s a little out of focus but my folks wouldn’t know it until they got the film developed. Today my iPhone would’ve captured the un-blurred enthusiasm in that boy’s face.

Side note: that’s my dad crouching over the garden at about half the age that I am now.  Time is such a surreal phenomenon.

Other side note: look at that old automobile in the neighbor’s carport! That’d be in a classic car show today. 

“You were a very happy baby,” my mom told me.

I was. I am. Happy, that is, not a baby. I’m not wearing waterproof undies anymore. Not yet anyway.

I’m currently reading a book called The Happiness Advantage that the chair of the Communication Department recommended when I was a dean at Vincennes University. The book is all about the advantages of positive psychology and the seven principles of a mindset that “fuels success and performance at work.”

I heard a woman in a recent podcast telling about a job she had as a teen making smoothies for people. She confided to her boss that she was bored and just wanted to go home. The boss suggested that she see every customer as an opportunity to make someone’s life a little better.

When she embraced that idea by being helpful and enthusiastic, looking for the opportunity to bring a smile to the face of every customer, her whole perspective of the job turned around. She enjoyed going to work. To this day, she still remembers that job as her favorite. That’d be the happiness advantage in a nutshell.

I haven’t finished the book but so far it’s been reinforcing my own worldview—the one I was born with. I look forward to reading about how the seven principles can be applied to life in general. Like everyone, I’ve had my share of bumps and bruises that life dishes out. I’d like to learn the way to keep those setbacks from getting the best of me.

I want to know how to help others accomplish that, too.

Here’s another picture of me a few years later that tells you a little bit more about my personality.

My imagination said, You’re flying, and so, of course, I was. It also helps to have your eyes closed. The reality behind closed lids is even more vivid than the one surrounding you. 

So vivid that my dad would accuse me of playing stupid when I suddenly exited my dream world and wanted to know what people were talking about. I knew better than to explain that I wasn’t playing stupid, I just wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. There’s no good path out of those woods. Either I’m stupid or you’re boring.

Look at the photo again. See how the sleeves are rolled up to accommodate my little five-year-old arms? I continued wearing that costume for years, growing into those sleeves and the rolled up pants. Family friends started calling me Super Eric. I’ve had very few nicknames in my life but I think I like that one best.

“You were such an easy child,” my mother told me, “I could set you down in the middle of the living room with a box of toys and you’d entertain yourself for hours.”

I gave free rein to my creativity and that was always a great experience. I’ve done the same for years in the theatre, and am applying the same approach to my writing. I hope my writing entertains you and keeps you out of boring conversations.

I also hope your creativity gets a chance to play.

TTFN

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Margerumalia – The Birds & The Bees

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – April 17, 2026

Photo: Debbie Margerum

Spring has sprung, as they say, and the woods are full of life, so I thought I’d share a bit of it with you.

Debbie is so good at getting nature photos that I’m using some of hers. I tried to capture a bee on a purple flower from just two feet away, but I wasn’t close enough, so she let me borrow hers. It’s an art! The uncredited photos are mine.

This pair of Mallard ducks arrive every year about this time and enjoy paddling around in the stream. I’ve never seen them with youngsters, but this is their mating season. Fun fact: the Mallards are a sub-family of ducks called dabbling ducks. Isn’t that cute? 

Question: Are you a real duck?

Answer: Naw, I’m just dabbling.

The Redbuds are the big show-offs every spring because, you know, they can. Hillsides are covered with these audacious blooms, bringing a symphony of color to the woods before the maples, oaks, and birches can break out their greenery and soak up all the sunlight. 

As I was walking, I was wondering how to describe the color of these trees using only words. It can be really hard to capture—as are taste and smell—but I think I gave it a pretty good go with this sentence: 

The blossoms are a jubilant shade of pinkish purple normally exclusive to the domain of children’s toys and clothing.

Photo: Debbie Margerum

The squirrels are dashing everywhere digging up acorns they buried last fall. How do they know?! They must have a built-in geolocation app. This photo is from a couple years ago, back before we had to have the old oak tree removed. It’s like he posed for this portrait, it’s so perfect.

That old white oak was situated on the lot when my parents decided to build the house so they had the architect draw up plans in an L-shape to preserve the tree. We estimated that it was about 250 years old when we took it down. The hollow inside made it a danger to the house, but it lived a long grand life.

On my morning walks I constantly see red squirrels chasing away grey squirrels like the one in the photo. “Hey,” I say, “why can’t we just all get along?”

The bluebells opened up the other day. Can you tune in your faery senses to hear them ringing? It’s a subtle tinkling noise that calls to the pollinators, “We’re here! We’re here!”

I love that I could capture the morning dew glistening on these flowers. I’ve learned a few things from my talented photographer wife.

And just as the Easter egg is a symbol of fertility for this fecund spring season, our outdoor cats went into heat a couple of months ago enticing several tomcats to haunt the premises. 

That’s Tabitha on the left eating from the bowl. She’s brought us eleven kittens over three years. We’ve found them homes or had them taken to the Humane Society where they were adopted. She’s walking with a distinctive waddle now. We think she’ll give birth any day.

Her daughter Rocket—from the second litter—is seated on the Adirondack chair where the old oak tree used to stand, watching the early morning activities of the neighborhood. 

She’s also got a full womb. I know because I pet her every morning while she eats, and I talk to her about finding a good nesting spot away from predators but not too far away so she can still come to eat every morning on our front porch. Gotta be able to produce enough milk. 

It’s her first litter so I figure any information is only going to help.

From past experience we know we won’t see the kittens until about two months after they’re born. So watch this space for some adorable kitty pics in June!

TTFN

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Margerumalia – Spring Author Fair

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – April 10, 2026

I’m looking forward to attending another Spring Author Fair at our Tippecanoe County Library where I’ll be doing my elevator pitch about The Most Amazing Museum of Los Angeles and talk a bit about the sequel, The Most Amazing Museum of Chicago.

Because a giant maze is featured in the first book I’ll be giving away free mazes that I found on line (including the website where they can find more). I really enjoy talking to people, especially hearing from children about their interests. Several adults have bought copies of the book to read to their children or grandchildren. That really warms my heart.

I’ve written about a third of MAMCHI including quite a lengthy section where two girls go back in time to The Great Chicago Fire. Two boys, meanwhile, have a rainforest adventure which results in a torrent of water almost pulling them under. And the young teacher and her student find themselves in a toy workshop where unexpected things take place.

Beware The Game Master! He keeps on showing up and making trouble for the young people.

I’ve also been writing more poems for my side project of Verses Versus Curses, a collection of verses that I think children will enjoy. I’ll read a few of them at the Author Fair to anyone who wants to listen.

(My speech seems to be improving, but still gets a little slurry by the end of the day.)

I’m sharing my latest poem with you below. This time I’m inserting a hashtag between the stanzas to give them clear separation.

Thirteen is a Lucky Number

Thirteen is a lucky number, everybody knows,

I have thirteen fingers when I use three of my toes.

A basement should have thirteen stairs if someone builds it right,

I always count my thirteen steps when I go down at night.

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They say to break a mirror gives you seven years of bad

Luck is just a silly notion, or so says my dad.

My black cat’s name is Shadow and her eyes glow in the dark

Sometimes just to scare her I will crawl upstairs and bark. 

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Thirteen is a baker’s dozen, I like snicker-doodles.

Let’s make a batch and split them up, as long as I get oodles.

The seasons each have thirteen weeks and I like autumn best,

Next Halloween I’ll wear a scary mask when I get dressed.

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Poems that have thirteen lines are better than the rest!

TTFN

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Here’s another of my entries in the weekly caption contest by “The New Yorker.”

Yes, a little morning flute music is nice, it’s the midnight drum solos I can’t bear.

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My middle grade novel, The Most Amazing Museum of Los Angeles is available through The BookBaby Bookshop at https://store.bookbaby.com/book/the-most-amazing-museum-of-los-angeles

Margerumalia – Friends, Lovers, and The Big Terrible Thing

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – March 27, 2026

Matthew Perry and I apparently wore the same Chandler Bing smirk to our photoshoots! Mine was about 1993, Perry’s was published on the cover of his memoir in 2022.

Could our smiles be any more similar?

I yield all future copyright for the Chandler smirk to him, but I want it to be known that my photoshoot was at least a year prior to the debut of Friends. Maybe two. I could hardly copy an expression that I had never seen before.

I bought the memoir shortly after he died in 2023. Ketamine overdose. I finally pulled it off the shelf because my wife found a TV channel that plays about four episodes of Friends back-to-back every afternoon.

Seeing Matty—as he refers to himself throughout the book—grow from a young 25 year-old into a mature 35 year-old over and over again drew me like a moth to his flame.

I had no idea about the intensity of that flame.

He was an addict from early, early, on. At two months, when he wouldn’t stop crying, the doctor prescribed phenobarbital to give some relief to the baby and his parents. Matty spent the rest of his life, taking drugs, drinking heavily, and smoking. Today, a colicky baby is treated with a nice round of probiotics, maybe some baby gas drops, and a warm belly rub. He is NOT given a highly addictive drug in the earliest days of his brain’s development.

Matty’s journey was a tough one and he’s brutally honest about it, but he also treats the reader to insights about his career, his relationships, and his dearest friendships.

The saddest part of the memoir is the conclusion where he’s finally out of the woods, saying that OxyContin will not rule his life again, the daily jugs of vodka are all in the past, and that he gave up smoking. To hear him say those words—literally, if you’re listening to him narrate the audiobook—while knowing he sank slowly into his swimming pool while Ketamine surged through his veins, is not easy when you think of him as one of your Friends.

God bless you, Matty, and may your afterlife provide all the remedies you spent 54 years trying your best to find.

TTFN

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In the spirit of Matthew Perry’s quick wit and love of laughter, I offer you my latest entry in the weekly caption contest from “The New Yorker.” Perhaps I’ll win one of these days.

I mean, it’s like she expects me to be an Everything Bagel!

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My middle grade novel, The Most Amazing Museum of Los Angeles is available through The BookBaby Bookshop at https://store.bookbaby.com/book/the-most-amazing-museum-of-los-angeles

Margerumalia – Meet-iversary Celebration

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – March 27, 2026

Debbie and I stopped for a selfie beside the movie poster for The Bride! at our local theater. The two monsters are on the right, in case you were wondering. 

A few days later we had another date night celebrating our meet-iversary at our favorite restaurant, The Bryant. The fact that The Bride! and The Bryant almost sound alike is just a lucky coincidence.

We met when a mutual friend, Kat, was celebrating her 40th birthday and invited each of us to a party in a very modern house perched high atop the Hollywood Hills. It wasn’t her house, but it was a spectacular work of architecture with large windows looking down on the lights of Sunset Blvd.

If you want to get a good look at the house where we met, you can find it on YouTube under “Lethal Weapon 2 (9/10) Movie CLIP – Bringing Down the House (1989) HD”. Don’t worry about the fact that Mel Gibson drags the house down the hillside, that’s just a model. We visited the house a couple years ago and it’s still there.

Debbie was Kat’s massage therapist, and Kat and I were both in the same acting class. Kat knew I was working as a bartender at the Pantages Theatre and she offered to pay me to pour wine at her party. I offered to gift my services in honor of her birthday and she thanked me, telling  me to consider myself a guest. “There will also be single women there,” she added with a smile. (As a friend of my ex-fiancee,  she knew I had been single for about a year.)

Kat’s comment to Debbie was similar: “There will also be single men there.”

Debbie came down the stairs and smiled at me, and I thought I’d like to be the one who kindled that smile for years to come. She, in turn, has said many times that her first thought was “Oh, there’s my future husband.” We talked throughout the rest of the evening and got married a year and two months after that. 

Is that a classic Hollywood meet-cute or what?!

Someone gave us a photo of Debbie and I from that night and it sits in a place of honor on our mantle. That’s me on the left, mid-sentence, talking to my acting teacher. Debbie is in profile holding the wine I poured her. No one knows who the skinny-tie-guy is, but he’s holding an empty wine glass so that might explain his expression of exasperation. 

Not my fault, I had just met my future wife!

TTFN

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Margerumalia – The Bride!

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – March 13, 2026

Our daughter’s appearance in The Bride! came at the very end during the closing credits. That’s Lora holding the ax.

We thought the movie was over and her scene had been cut. Two proud parents watching the whole movie only to realize that their daughter’s scene was left on the cutting room floor (or whatever the digital equivalent may be).

BUT THEN the credits continued over Lora’s scene just as she described it! The picture above is her second appearance, the first came right at the very start of the scene, as her Dad shouted “There she is!” Good thing the matinee was practically a private screening and the music played loudly enough that no one else heard me.

Speaking of music, there were two spots in the film that made me laugh at Gyllenhaal’s choice of music. For the end credits they played the old Halloween favorite “The Monster Mash” which reflects the theme of Mary Shelley’s monster who never got a name of his own. It also reflected the story’s trend of idolizing the two monsters. 

The other musical homage was a full blown dance number to “Puttin’ On The Ritz,” which was also used by Gene Wilder in Young Frankenstein. In fact, Christian Bale yells that titular phase during the dance with the same inflection that Peter Boyle’s monster had used. Nice touch!

The movie was not a horror movie. In fact, I only averted my eyes for about 10 seconds twice so I wouldn’t see what I was afraid I was going to see. (I’m sort of talking around those two moments to avoid a spoiler.)

The Bonnie-and-Clyde dynamic I mentioned last week is an apt comparison, but the significant difference is the number of camera angles where women react to The Bride’s rants. In one such rant she even repeats “Me too!” several times. It’s clear that she’s having an impact which will gradually grow stronger. It also motivates the scene Lora is in, where women have adopted the look of The Bride and flaunt the weapons they carry to defend themselves.

It’s a film where the monster is a kind and loving man contrasted by many other men who are truly monsters.

I wouldn’t have gone to see the movie but for Lora’s appearance, but now I’m recommending it for you to go see. I think you’ll be glad you did.

TTFN

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Two weeks ago I shared my poem “Emerson Aaronson Sat By The Sea” and took it to my writing group for feedback. I thought you might be interested to know about its next stage of development.

Woody, a member of the group pointed out two lines that made him stop and re-read. They were: 

A fish from the ocean that flies through the water 

Or an eagle up-soaring just like her dad taught her.

Emerson is a boy and the female gender of the eagle caused confusion. After all, Emerson was imagining himself as the eagle. The reason I had done so was to enable the rhyme of water and taught her. Taught him wouldn’t work. We discussed the possibilities and Woody suggested making Emerson a girl instead.

I wasn’t sure if people would understand Emerson to be a girl’s name, but SURPRISE, in 2024 the girls named Emerson outnumbered the boys by about three to one. 

I went through the poem changing every he to a her and every himself to herself and it works really well! Thanks, Woody! 

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My middle grade novel, The Most Amazing Museum of Los Angeles is available through The BookBaby Bookshop at https://store.bookbaby.com/book/the-most-amazing-museum-of-los-angeles

Margerumalia – Movie Night!

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – March 6, 2026

That’s our daughter Lora showing us her make-up for The Bride! 

I’ve been sitting on those pictures for almost two years, but now the day has come!

You may have seen trailers for the film already. Lora’s make-up follows the theme of the title character played by Jessie Buckley under the direction of Maggie Gyllenhaal. Christian Bale plays Frankenstein’s monster.

It’s described as a horror-romance film set in 1930’s Chicago where the monster and his bride spark a radical social movement in a Bonnie-and-Clyde-esque outlaw story. Trailers can be found on line.

I’m not one for horror movies, in fact I’m a big coward*, but I’m not gonna miss my daughter in a major motion picture! I’ll just hunker down over my bucket of popcorn and breathe deeply.

[*Seriously, I played the Cowardly Lion in high school! Type casting, anyone? “I DO believe in spooks. I DO believe in spooks…”]

I’m reminded of my grandfather who’s father clung to the mast in a terrific storm in the North Sea, promising God—in Norwegian—that he would dedicate his life to His service if he would just save him from this tragedy. Great-Grandpa survived the storm and his son was brought up to shun movies because they were made in Hollywood, the Sodom and Gomorrah of the time.

My grandfather felt he had to honor his father’s wishes by not going to see any movie in the theaters.

“But Grandpa,” I said when I was in my 20’s, “you’re the one who told me that if you could go from a farm boy to a lawyer during The Great Depression then I could make it as an actor.”

“I still think so.” 

“So wouldn’t you and Grandma go to a movie to see me?” 

“Oh, yes, of course we would. That’s different.”

“Thanks Grandpa.”

Those lawyers, they know the spirit of the law is different from the letter of the law.

In that same spirit, I will face my heebie-jeebies to see my daughter in a horror movie.

…But I still reserve the right to cover my eyes during the scary parts. 

TTFN

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I recently spotted a copy of my book on the “Local Author” shelf of the county library. They’re going to hold a Spring Author Fair on April 18th and I’ve already agreed to attend. Last year I sold about a half dozen of my books, maybe this year I’ll sell a few more.

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Margerumalia – Sitting By The Sea

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – February 27, 2026

Painting by Eugen Jettel 

As I was writing verses to add to my collection of children’s poetry, I realized I had a longer poem I wrote about fifteen years ago that’d fit nicely into this treasury. It’s been sitting in my writing.com account where it attracted a dozen or so compliments, so I thought I’d share it with you here.

Emerson Aaronson Sat By The Sea

Emerson Aaronson sat by the sea

And when he grew up he wanted to be…

A fish from the ocean that flies through the water 

Or an eagle up-soaring just like her dad taught her.

He’d jump in the air and flick fin or feather 

Then float as he pleased in the very best weather.

Or maybe that’s not what he wanted to be, 

He thought to himself as he sat by the sea…

A Tyrannosaurus would be loads of fun,

Stomping around in the afternoon sun.

No one would tell him what he had to do

Or what to eat or how he should chew!

But, maybe that’s not what he wanted to be, 

He thought to himself as he sat by the sea…

The horses that ran on the beach were so fast

That Emerson knew he would just have a blast

With bucking and playing in waves and in foam

Then munching on apples when he trotted home.

Still, maybe that’s not what he wanted to be, 

He thought to himself as he sat by the sea…

He thought about wanting to be the whole ocean, 

The noise he could make with his watery motion

Would be just like laughing and splashing unending,

Emerson smiled with the joy of pretending.

Yet, maybe that’s not what he wanted to be, 

He thought to himself as he sat by the sea…

He watched a man run with a dog by his side.

The thought of dog-loyalty filled him with pride.

What a great feeling to love and get petted,

A dog’s life was happy and never regretted.

Though, maybe that’s not what he wanted to be, 

He thought to himself as he sat by the sea…

Emerson saw puffy clouds that were white,

Saw camels and flowers and even a knight.

To roll and unfold a new picture a minute

That was a life with a lot of fun in it.

And, maybe that’s not what he wanted to be, 

He thought to himself as he sat by the sea…

He thought about soaring and floating and stomping,

He thought about running and playing and jumping,

He thought about splashing and being the sea,

He thought about clouds and of dog-loyalty.

Then Emerson knew what he wanted to be

And thought to himself as he stood by the sea…

“I want to be all of those great things in one

To laugh, roll and play in the afternoon sun,

Imagining all that I’m wanting to be 

Can only be done by someone like me!”

This poem actually has stanzas alternating between two lines and four lines each, but for the life of me I could not figure out how to make this blog’s software recognize a blank line after a stanza.

It may be a case of Verse Discrimination, but it’d probably get defended as Un-poetic License.

TTFN

[I selected the painting above because it was done in the 1880’s and is in the public domain. Its title is actually “Boy Sitting by a River Bank” but I thought it captured the mood of my poem. I found it on Wikimedia Commons. Shout out to my friend Woody for suggesting this approach.]

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Margerumalia – Bullying

Eric Margerum

Newsletter – February 20, 2026

It was just before the Seventh Grade Basketball try-outs.

I joined the dozens of other boys under one of the baskets hoping to catch a rebound and have a chance to try a shot. But I never even touched a ball. There were just too many guys and most of them were taller than me.

Off to the side I saw a single tall boy shooting a single basketball at a single hoop. So I walked over to him, watched him shoot several times and then caught the ball when it came to me.

He put out his hands. “Gimme it.” 

“I want to shoot it,” I said. 

He stepped closer and jammed his knee into my crotch, taking the ball when I crumpled to the floor. He went back to shooting while I rolled on the floor in agony and surprise. No one had ever done that to me before.

And no one, NO ONE, made any effort to see if I was okay.

A few minutes later everyone was called over to the edge of the gym to hear the instructions for the try-outs. I pulled myself from the floor and staggered over to join them. I was embarrassed because the other boys and the coaches were acting like nothing had happened.

I’d always been an outgoing kid with a smile for everyone, so this was a completely new experience. I knew my name would be among the first ones cut from the roster, but was I crazy? He kneed me in the balls!

I was grateful not to make the team. Who wants that?

Bullying was not a problem for me. I pretty much got along with everyone. Thank goodness I found my place and my people in the Junior High Follies where I auditioned to be an emcee and four girls who were auditioning as a group invited me to join them. The five of us emceed together and introduced each act with a short skit of our own creation. Think Saturday Night Live before SNL even began. 

Fast forward about twenty years to Los Angeles. My agent sent me to audition for a Sprite commercial where they lined us up in front of big bright lights in a gymnasium and told us to boogie to the music they played. Okay, sounds fun. 

I was placed at the end of the line and when the music began I put on my best party face and danced. Until the tall guy next to me shoved me off the line and into the dark where I stumbled and stood stunned. This kind of thing hadn’t happened since junior high! 

And no one. NO ONE made any effort to see if I was okay.

I rejoined the line and tried my best to smile for the camera but my heart wasn’t in it. And I was watching everything the creep next to me did to make sure I wouldn’t get shoved again. I was embarrassed because everyone else was acting like nothing had happened.

Let’s be clear. Despite what certain people say, might does NOT make right. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.

The tech bros who spout off about moving fast and breaking things are forgetting that people get hurt when you break things.

It takes so very little to say, “Hey, are you okay?” That’s what human beings are set on this Earth to do. That’s why we say humane when someone treats someone well, and inhumane when they don’t.

Don’t tell me we need to teach more civics in school. It takes a civil society to do that. Teach civility first.

In high school I had developed the habit of “skiing” down a steep set of concrete stairs, letting my sneakers glide over the smooth edges of the steps leading down to the theatre and the boys locker rooms. One day I lost control and fell headlong toward the bottom of the stairwell.

The guy who had kneed me in the groin in junior high school was three steps ahead of me and quickly turned to catch my fall by extending his arm. “Careful,” he said kindly. “It’s kinda slippery.”

I always said he saved my life. If I had been alone I would have fallen head first into a concrete stairwell between the doors to the theatre and the boys locker room. I feel like he payed his debt to me and I’ll always remember that he took just a moment to help me. He made an effort to see if I was okay.

TTFN

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WEBSITES ABOUT BULLYING

Searching for an image to use with this newsletter, I ran across several helpful websites that I want to share here.

stopbullying.gov – A website from the US government addressing issues of bullying and prevention, including a section on “Race, Ethnicity, National Origin & Religion.”

psychologytoday.com/us/basics/bullying – A highly regarded magazine with dozens of articles about bullying, and how to deal with it.

BucketsOverBullying.org – A sports-centric initiative committed to eliminating cyberbullying among children and teens.

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