BARBARA'S TCHATZKAHS

By Nick Allen Michael Winston Hicks, from New Jersey, was first singled out as a baby when his mother tried to get him on a flight in Florida. She was told by airline officials that her son’s name “was on the list”. As a two-year-old the boy, who is known as Mikey, was patted down by security officers at Newark Airport, which reduced him to tears. His name appears to be among 13,500 on the “selectee” list, which sets off a high level of security screening, after a man called Michael Hicks at some point triggered suspicion. It is not on the much smaller no-fly list which has about 2,500 names, mostly of non-US citizens. His mother, Najlah Feanny Hicks, a photojournalist, told the New York Times that Mikey was badly shaken returning from their recent holiday to the Bahamas when he was aggressively frisked re-entering the US. “A terrorist can blow his underwear up and they don’t catch him,” she told the newspaper. “But my eight-year-old can’t walk through security without being frisked. “...

(a powerful piece for and about women... everywhere) by Michele Toomey, PhD They said not a word, yet their deafening silence blocked out any sound. They did not stir, but their immobility stopped all movement. They were invisible, but in their view, nothing could be seen. They were the shamed. Piled each on top of each. They lay there face to face. A fitting way for shamed and shame to meet. Across the continents they reached. They covered all the earth. Their suffocating presence sucking out all the air. No one could breathe. No one could move. Life stopped and time stood still. Only their mind's eye could look. Only their inner voice could speak. But what to see or what to say? Better to stay asleep. For years they slept and never moved, frozen in time and space. For years their blank forgetfulness hid them from the shame. Exposure could not catch them as long as they weren't awake. Who would desire to know such shame? Better to stay asleep. Years passed and buried them in t...

By Yisrael Pinson Do you ever think to yourself: What in the world is wrong with people? Aren't they getting what I'm getting? Aren't they feeling what I'm feeling? You may have just lost a dear family member. The grief is insurmountable. You are driving in the limo from the chapel to the cemetery and you look out the window. People are walking around, shopping, having lunch, and going about their day. And you ask yourself: What in the world is wrong with these people? Aren't they getting what I'm getting? Aren't they feeling what I'm feeling? You may have just experienced the birth of a child for the first time. You are excitedly calling friends and family, while your wife holds the newborn. You are pacing down the hallways, and pass by the nurse's station. One nurse is complaining about her nails, the other talks about the cable guy. And you ask yourself: What in the world is wrong with people? Aren't they getting what I'm getting? Aren...

I was born to and raised by one. I have had innumerable friends who were ones. I voted for a few. I had a doctor who was one for many years. I have dated, with one exception, nothing but them. I married & broke free from one. I have worked for a number of them. Now that I know what they are - I can almost smell one. Almost. Truth of the matter is, without prolonged exposure to one - you can't tell. Once they know you "KNOW" them - they become enraged at you and go on the attack. So by the time you can tell? Irreparable emotional, psychological & psychic damage is done. by Dr. Ludger Hofmann-Engl It is easier than we might think to spot a narcissist, and yet at the same time much more difficult. Why is this? Under threat, a narcissist will act crazy - simply insane. So at such a moment in time, it is easy to spot him or her. When a narcissist feels very secure, the narcissist plays games. These games are spotted by the frequency these games are suddenl...

"Let us never confuse stability with stagnation." -- Mary Jean LeTendre "One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing." -- Morris L. West