Debi Smith

Debi Smith

Debi Smith -- wife, mother, grandmother, and concerned American and human being traveling aboard this small mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam--writes from her home in Ashland, Oregon. She welcomes your thoughtful comments, and ideas about how we can come together in search of common ground, at debi@mind.net

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Pale Blue Dot Views
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Look Again at That Dot
That love your neighbor thing? That golden rule espoused by most of the world’s religions? It’s not about only loving those who we agree with. But why is this ideal not preached by our governments, or by most in our mainstream media (which in the U.S. has been consolidated into just five huge...
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Protesters in Jacksonville, Oregon, where President George W. Bush was scheduled to spend the night in 2004 while campaigning for a second term. Photo: American Civil Liberties Union Views
Sunday, June 08, 2014
To Be Silenced, Or Not to Be. Part Two
Circuit and Supreme Court rulings are bigger than me. All I know for certain is that in the fall of 2004, following a re-election stop in Medford, Oregon, then President Bush went to dine and stay in nearby Jacksonville and an unnecessary melee and severe infringement upon First Amendment rights...
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Wednesday, October 01, 2008
My Lunch With Sarah
Trying to wring one last river trip out of our summer here in the region known affectionately as "The State of Jefferson," a few days ago our family decided to head south from Ashland through the rugged Siskiyou Mountains to explore McCloud Falls in Northern California.
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Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Teatime with Gods, Goddesses, Angels, and Demons
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The Peace Fence
Over Mother's Day weekend, a controversial fence that bisects two neighborhoods in Ashland, Oregon became the temporary home for an art installation entitled "The Peace Fence." The fence itself--which sits on a 20-acre parcel of land owned by the Union Pacific Railroad Company--was installed in 2006 after a decision to postpone clean-up of 58,000 tons of soil contaminated by a rail car repair and maintenance facility sited there for nearly 100 years.
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Saturday, May 12, 2007
April's Fallen
April's Fallen
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Monday, May 07, 2007
Saving the World
"On a buffety, blustery early summer day, when the news was bad and the sky turned yellow, a strange thing happened in the town where I live." So begins the simple story that a woman in my town wrote to her new granddaughter three years ago. A story that has since been passed from mother to daughter, son to father, grandparent to grandchild, friend to friend, and so on--all the way around the world. The author of that story--which we'll get to more in a bit--has a favorite quote:
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007
March's Fallen
Most of all we learned about death at an early age when it is common to think of oneself as immortal. Everyone loses that illusion eventually, but in civilian life it is lost in installments over the years. We lost it all at once and, in the span of months, passed from boyhood through manhood to premature middle age. The knowledge of death, of the implacable limits placed on a man's existence, severed us from our youth as irrevocably as a surgeon's scissors had once severed us from the womb. And yet, few of us were past twenty-five.
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Monday, March 05, 2007
February's Fallen
The Soldiers There they go, off to war, Leaving loved ones, whose hearts are sore. Children weep in their mothers' keep, As they hear their fathers' leaving feet. Wives and mothers cannot speak, Watching them leave makes them feel weak. But, they know they must be strong, For they might hear the bells toll, Dong, dong, dong, dong, And sincerely hope that they are wrong, That their beloveds, whose love they've won, Will return to them when all is done.
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Monday, January 22, 2007
The Dump, a Soldier Called Name, and Butterfly Wings: Changing the Course
I had a dream last night. I was walking along in the countryside and suddenly came upon a disheveled and obviously distraught man making his way towards a nearby dump.
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