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Rape, then Drape the Truth: Catholic Church Modus Operandi
New Delhi, Sept 28 : The Catholic Church adopts a 7-step methodology to cover up 'sex crimes'. IndianExpose.com , throws light on the globally-followed modus operandi to bury the truth of sexual abuse by the clergy.
In recent months the hidden ugly face of sexual abuse within the Catholic Church committed by the clergy representing the Christian faith has being exposed in most countries across the globe.
In India too, cases of sexual abuse by Bishops, priests and other members representing the clergy of the Christian faith have been on the rise. More importantly, rape survivors have started to fight back this vile crime.
A 44-year old Nun from the Missionaries of Jesus congregation was raped and sodomised, 13 times, by Bishop Franco Mulakkal between 2014 and 2016.
After 88 days of the victim filing a complaint, followed by protests from Christians demanding justice for the nun and arrest of the accused Bishop, , Kerala Police took the Church leader into custody.
The nun took the matter up within the Catholic Church with even a letter to the Vatican Representative in India, but the Catholic Church preferred to be a mute spectator to the cries, mental agony and fear experienced by the rape survivor.
The reason for the silence and inaction of the Catholic Church in the Bishop Franco Mulakkal case is not one of surprise. The Church officials actually follow a 'playbook for concealing the truth' – Pennsylvania Grand Jury stated after investigating 70 years of child sex abuse by more than 300 Catholic priests in six dioceses across the state.
The Pennsylvania Grand Jury report catalogs horrific instances of abuse: a priest who raped a young girl in the hospital after she had her tonsils out; a victim tied up and whipped with leather straps by a priest; and another priest who was allowed to stay in ministry after impregnating a young girl and arranging for her to have an abortion.
That Grand Jury noted that there was pattern to all the cover-ups in 70 years. The modus operandi of each of the cover-up of the sexual crime investigated by FBI appeared to be steps followed from an institutional guide.
Here are 7 Steps, the Grand Jury noted in its judgement:
- Make sure to use euphemisms rather than real words to describe sexual assault in diocese documents. Never say rape; say 'inappropriate contact' or 'boundary issues'.
- Do not conduct genuine investigations with properly trained personnel. Instead, assign fellow clergy members to ask inadequate questions and then make 'credibility' determination about the colleagues with whom they live and work.
- For an appearance of integrity, send priests for 'evaluation' at Church-run psychiatric treatment centres. Allow these experts to diagnose whether the priest was a paedophile, based largely on the priest's 'self-reports' and regardless of whether the priest had actually engaged in sexual contact with a survivor.
- When a priest does have to be removed, don't say why. Tell his parishioners that he is on 'sick leave,' or suffering from 'nervous exhaustion'. Or say nothing at all.
- Even if a priest is raping children, keep providing him housing and living expenses, although he may be using these resources to facilitate more sexual assaults.
- If a predator's conduct becomes known to the community, don't remove him from the priesthood to ensure that no more children will be victimised. Instead, transfer him to a new location where no one will know he is a child abuser.
- Finally, and above all, don't tell the police. Sexual abuse, even short of actual penetration, is and has for all relevant times been a crime. But don't treat it that way; handle it like a personnel matter, 'in house'.
In response to the report made public by the Grand Jury, the Pennsylvania's Catholic Bishops issued a statement to all the Churches calling for prayers for victims and the church. They promised more openness and said steps have been taken to make churches safer.
Does not the above statement of thePennsylvania's Catholic Bishops sound familiar?
Now, let's analyse the above seven-steps and see the pattern to the 'sexual crime cover-up' adopted by the Catholic Church in India, when the 44-yr old Nun approached the institution with her complaint of being repeatedly raped and sodomised by Bishop Franco Mulakkal of the Archdiocese of Jalandhar.
- The Catholic Church never entertained her repeated complaints of sexual abuse. She even wrote to the Apostolic Nuncio in India in May 2018 but the Vatican representative did not act on her complaint.
- The accused Bishop Franco embarked on a smear campaign attempting to destroy the credibility of the victim, even using other Church institutions such as the Missionaries of Jesus congregation's mother superior to question the integrity of the victim. They focused the media attention on three points. First, why file the complaint after four-years?. Second, nun was having an affair with another man and Bishop caught her, therefore she is putting false allegations on the Bishop. Third, sprung up allegations that the nun is blackmailing the Bishop for money.
- The accused Bishop used Church representatives to bribe the victim and her family with Rs 5 crores and 10 acres of land, which was caught on tape. The person sent to bribe the nun's family was a Priest.
- The accused Bishop used a police officer in the Jalandhar Police to intimidate the victim and file false complaints
- The Catholic Bishops' Conference of India told media that the Church cannot intervene in the matter as the Nun filed a police complaint and did not come to Church first. Hence, the Church cannot take any action against the Bishop. The truth however is that the nun approached the Church first.
- The accused Bishop Franco Mulakkal wrote to the Vatican asking to be relieved of his pastoral duties, Vatican obliged the Bishop but did not oblige when the nun complained about her sexual abuse. They have temporarily relieved from his pastoral duties but have not defrocked him.
- The Vatican told media that it would set-up a one-member panel to investigate the allegations against the Bishop.
The Catholic Church with each passing day is being exposed for being a cesspool of sexual abuse. The cases coming out in India is just the tip of the iceberg to filth that exists within.
Let me remind you that the Catholic Church in India has so far not condemned the act of rape and sodomy of the Bishop. It has only asked for prayers in this 'sad moment' for the victim, the victimiser, supporters of the victimiser and the entire Catholic Church in India.
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A nut peeling machine which removes layers of cost and difficulty in Satarri
GOA (Sattari) A small make shift shed on the road in Hetodem village, 10 kms away from Valpoi, just 2.5 kms away from Mahadayi Wildlife Sanctuary, is witnessing a revolution which can attract young blood towards agriculture.
A small arecanut peeling machine or arecanut de-husking machine has become a major assistance to the hundreds of farmers who had to depend on the manual labour to peel the arecanut before drying it and selling it in the market.
Mind you! This is not country's or Goa's first Arecaut Peeling Machine. There are few such machines already in the market but Ashok Joshi's gadget is different from the rest.
Explaining the economics behind the machine, he said the manual peeling requires Rs 30 per kilogram cost, while the machine has reduced it to Rs three per kg.
The decades of experience in farming has come handy for Joshi, who has improvised this machine which manufactured under the banner of Shree Agro Industry. Neel Shah has partnered with Joshi.
The machine has two variants – a single phase two Horse power and another is 1.5 HP. "The output of the machine is tremendous. The 1.5 HP machiner can peel 35-40 kg of Arecanut per hour," he explained.
The farmer-turned-entrepreneur manufactures the machine in his own small make shift shed. Right from design to welding, everything is done at his shed. And feedback received from the buyers is helping him improve it.
"We have fixed 6 inch pipe so that the peeled shells are thrown at a distance without creating dust pollution during the process. The manual peeling used to create health hazard for the labourers," he said.
The machine is eligible for 75 per cent subsidy from the government since it is certified by the Indian Council for Agricultural Research (ICAR) and State Agiculture department, it is "It requires small space, there is no need of alignment," Joshi explained.
"It works on electricity. Our attempt is to get it run on Solar Power," he said.
This encounter with a green story revives our faith in Golden Goa. In this state, which is obsessed with tourism and mining, Ashok Joshi cements our faith in rural enterprise in Goa.
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Mining belt Goans: Wake up and see where the money meant for you lies
By Sujay Gupta
The order of the High Court calling to account the legality and sanctity of the Goa District Mineral Fund, assumes significance and has sounded out alarm bells, over how public funds earmarked to manage mining environment , have been handled.
At a time when the closure of mining has led to joblessness and the absolute stalling of any growth and huge hit on the economy, Rs 180 crores is a big amount. ( Rs 90 plus crores from North Goa and Rs 85 plus crores from South Goa
And if these funds are available, then the government must disclose if it has a plan or a road map for its utilisation.
The district mineral fund was set up with the following priority areas. Toilets in schools in the mining areas, tree plantation, improving health facilities, establishing a road bridge network, de-silting of water bodies, assistance in agriculture and animal husbandry and so on
And this isn't the first time. In March 2018, the HC ordered the member secretaries of the District Mineral Funds to issue advertisements in leading English, Marathi and Konkani dailies every month until July 2018, specifying the availability of amounts in DMFs, the benefits available to people. and calling for applications from mining-affected people to seek benefits. It also asked for DMFs to be publicised widely through radio stations, notices in panchayat offices directions and building awareness at village level through village heads. None of this has happened
It's legal sanctity and its self imposed mandate to be the custodian of funds it receives, to be spent for public purposes has been subjected to legal scrutiny and rightfully so, by the Goa Foundation. And the High Court's observations on a petition filed by the Goa Foundation, is an embarrassing indictment of the government. "It is clear that these randomly put together groups, operating without legal sanctity cannot be entrusted with public funds of Rs 180 crore. We direct that the District Collectors of both North and South Goa districts to forthwith take charge of the funds of the District Mineral Foundation. We direct that the office bearers of the "SO CALLED" District Mineral Foundations of both the districts will not take any decision nor will they have any authority to deal with the amounts of the foundations.
The non action of the government, on these fronts border on actually insulting the court . The nonchalance of the state to a High court is an arrogant act which cannot pass muster
180 crores of money was parked with a "so called foundation" which was not registered as a trust
While the Advocate General of Goa, tried to make a case that the state was in the process of registering the foundation as a trust and amending or framing the rules governing the functioning of the District Mineral Foundation, the Court was rightly concerned that 180 crores of money was parked with a "so called foundation" which was not registered as a trust, nor does it have any legal sanctity or mandate. The utter callousness with which such a massive amount of money has been dealt with, is shocking. "Such adhoc assemblage (referring to the manner in the DMF in the two districts were formed) put together by the state, under the banner of District Mineral Foundations, hardly has any legal sanctity. To make matters worse, the entire corpus of Rs 180 crores is handed over in custody of such assemblage. We were concerned about the credentials of these two groups".
The composition of the DMF does not inspire confidence
The composition and the manner in which the DMF was set up, leave room for such concern. When it was formed, the south Goa DMF chairman was Nilesh Cabral, then just a BJP MLA from Curchorem and north Goa DMF chairman was Subhash Malik, one of the directors at Goa State Horticultural Corporation Limited.
The rules of formation of the DMF mentioned that the committee of the DMF should "consist of persons each of whom shall have knowledge in the field of mining, engineering, medicine, forest, wildlife, agriculture, biodiversity, rural development and planning"
Look at how the High Court reacted to this."The qualifications do not even mandate expertise. Almost all vocations or careers are covered. Likewise, any private person can claim knowledge in these general fields," the order states. Almost all DMF members are private persons, the court observes. The High Court called the state of affairs "shocking"
The DMF rules do not have a provision to set up a committee of officers in ex-officio capacity as is generally done in handling such matters.
The rules were framed in January 2016.The Notification regarding District Mineral Foundations for North Goa District and South Goa District was issued on 30 November 2017, which was published in official gazette on 7 December 2017on 23 March 2018, the Foundations held their first meeting.
The District Collectors have, for the time being, made custodians of the DMF and for practical reasons the secretaries of the DMF have been asked to carry out day to day functions under the District Collectors
Why are mining affected people not a part of the District Mineral Fund
In an article in the Down to Earth Magazine headlined, "Bombay HC questions DMF administration in Goa, identifies loopholes in state law" Chinmayi Shalya writes
"Some of the issues flagged by the HC for Goa DMF are the status quo in many other places. For example, lack of knowledge of mining-affected people about DMF and their rights under it, is the case in almost every mining district. The district authorities are barely making any deliberate effort to reach out and making them aware. How will the mining-affected people then engage in DMF planning or identifications of beneficiaries that the law requires?" says Srestha Banerjee, programme manager, environmental governance-community support programme, Centre for Science and Environment (CSE)—a public interest research and advocacy organisation based in New Delhi.
The CSE, which has been working on DMF, has also been underscoring the critical need for awareness and capacity building among mining-affected communities so that they can be part of the DMF decision-making in their respective districts. "There is also a need of DMF office to co-ordinate the process of planning, investment and monitoring. It cannot be left to intermittent meeting of the DMF body," she concludes.
No lessons learnt from the past
The sad reality is that the government has not learnt any lessons from the past. The narrative of "illegal mining" is all about the failure of governance of Goa's mining operations. It started off by the mining department issuing fake challans of payment of royalty during the peak of the mining boom from 2007 to 2010, allowing hundreds of tons of iron ore extracted by dubious means or plain stolen to be transported and exported.
The clue to illegal mining lies here
If one really wants to unearth the genesis of illegal mining in Goa, the clue lies in tracing the antecedents of the iron ore lying in the jetties in the mining belt for transportation or looking at transport challans during the 2007 to 2009 and matching them with records of ore export in the leases from where the ore was ostensibly transported.
The almost fraudulent manner of setting up the DMF in the two districts of Goa, follow the all too familiar pattern of institutions formed to govern, moderate and control the mining space have failed, in a manner which is inefficient, callous and perhaps deliberately devious, meant to protect those who have attempted to beat the system.
Rs 180 cores of money, meant for the ultimate benefit of the people of Goa, has to be in legal hands and within a legal framework. Most importantly, with this latest indictment of the High Court, the buck must stop at the door of the mines department, which has been without full time minster for close to a year now, since it is held by the Chief Minister who has been ailing.
But it is the sickness of the mines department, its inefficiency and its robust attempts to lean towards the mining lobby and not really for the benefit of the economy of the state, that needs to be addressed on a war footing. Currently, it is only the Courts which are capable of prescribing a correct line of treatment.
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Lillette Dubey plays enthral Goan audiences!
Rahul Chandawarkar who watched both the Lillette Dubey plays at the Kala Academy earlier this week comes away impressed with the popular actor-director.
Theatre buffs in Goa were treated to some high quality theatre on October 3 & 4 at the Kala Academy in Panaji. Noted theatre and film personality, Lillette Dubey of Mumbai staged two of her latest plays, namely, Gauharand Salaam Noni Appa on two consecutive evenings.
Both plays were distinctly different from each other and that only added to the charm.
The first play, 'Gauhar' inspired by Vikram Sampath's 'My name is Gauhar Jaan' and penned by the popular playwright, Mahesh Dattani was directed by Lillette Dubey and traced the story of one of India's first mass media superstars at the turn of the last century.
An Armenian Christian who later converted to Islam, Gauhar Jaan was a naturally gifted musician with a wide repertoire. One of the earliest women artistes who seized the opportunity that came with the advent of recording technology, hers was the first Indian voice to be recorded in 1902, and during her life she cut close to 600 records, with her fame travelling as far as Europe, with her face emblazoned on matchboxes and postcards.
The play was completely special. Indian classical music was sung live on stage and always effortlessly. Rajeshwari Sachdev, who plays the younger Gauhar stood out with an outstanding performance in which she ended up singing not just in Urdu, but also sang in Bengali, English and Tamil even!
Rajeshwari breezed through the role of the younger Gauhar and impressed everyone with her easy charm and eloquence. On the other hand, Zila Khan, the daughter of the legendary, Indian sitar maestro, the late Ustaad Vilayat Khan making her English theatre debut with this play was an able foil to Rajeshwari. Zila, who learnt Indian classical singing from her father could break off into song at the drop of a hat. Her many renditions during the play received spontaneous applause from the audiences.
And while Rajeshwari and Zila held centre stage, the other supporting actors were no less competent.
Denzil Smith in his role as an Englishman from the recording company and also as Gauhar's Armenian father was extremely convincing. Danny Sura in his role as Gauhar's, Pathan manager looked the part, while Rajeev Siddhartha as Gauhar's paramour and a rich Indian zamindar also did a very good job. Similarly, Gillian Pinto and Nandita Dubey who played the role of Gauhar's assistants brought a lot of energy on stage.
The play was a period play and with even the most minimalistic but intelligent use of props was able to transport the audience to both the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. It must be mentioned, that the period costumes designed by costume designer, Pia Benegal, daughter of the noted film maker, Shyam Benegal gave the play a definite edge.
On the other hand, the second play, Salaam Noni Appa was diametrically different in every way. As Lillette told us backstage on the second evening, "I like to make very different plays. This way, the audiences get to watch a wide variety."
Salaam Noni Appa is based on Twinkle Khanna's comic short story and is a heart-warming, romantic tale. The 90-minute play that ran without an intermission depicted a delightful story about the wonderful unexpectedness of life. Where new adventures, new experiences, lie in wait behind the corner at every stage of our lives. It is a tale of discovering love in the autumn of life, and of finally being true to oneself.
Scriptwriter Adhir Bhat has adapted the original short story and converted it into a very funny play which had the audience in splits throughout the play.
Lillette played the role of Noni Appa, while talented actress, Jayati Bhatia played the role of her sister Binny in the play. Both sisters are widows and decide to spend time together. It is interesting to see how the two sisters share a very happy rapport with each other, while still quarrelling and arguing over the smallest of things.
Binny decides to hire the services of a yoga teacher Anandji to teach the two sisters yoga at home. Adhir has weaved in many a funny line in the script during the yoga sessions making play light hearted and fun.
Noni begins playing cards with Anandji after every yoga session and finds his easy going demeanour attractive. Seasoned actor, Yateen Karyekar who plays the role of Anandji has also done a very good job in keeping the play interesting. Rishi Khurana, who plays the role of Baburam, the Bhojpuri speaking Man Friday in Binny's house is hilarious and plays the his role to perfection. The charming, Gillian Pinto, who had played a role in the previous play, Gauhar, plays Noni's daughter and Anandji's cantankerous wife with perfection albeit a very bad throat before the play. "I am constantly drinking hot water with ginger!" she told this writer backstage before the start of the play.
Interestingly, this was the very first time that Lillette was bringing her plays to Goa without a sponsor. In an exclusive chat with the thegoaspotlight.com before the tour, Lillette had said, "I am betting on the theatre loving Goan audiences to fill up the auditorium and make both shows housefull!"
Speaking about her theatre company, Primetime Theatre, which is soon going to complete thirty years, Lillette said that she had started her company primarily to preserve the 'Indian-English' voice in Indian theatre. "Our plays are rooted in the Indian ethos and enacted in everyday Indian English, just as we speak on a daily basis," she said.
According to the actor, this strategy had helped them reach a wider audience not just in India, but even across the world. "Let me give you an example!" she says enthusiastically. "When we staged renowned playwright Mahesh Elkunchwar's play, 'Aatmakatha' ( autobiography) in Indian English in Los Angeles to a mixed American audience, they were virtually gobsmacked with the power of the play!"
Lillette has also been an active traveller and has been taking her plays to several two-tier and mini metros in India. "Yes, I believe that audiences in cities like Amritsar, Jalandhar, Kochi, Thiruvananthapuram and Vishakhapatnam appreciate good English theatre and want to see more plays."
This was also one of the reasons, she was bringing the plays to Goa. "Absolutely. Goa is so close to Mumbai, yet not too many English theatre troupes have travelled to Goa to stage plays. I have been invited only a couple of times in the past. This is why I am going out on a limb to perform live in Goa. I am hoping the Goan audiences come and watch us and encourage us to come again!" Lillette said.
And while Lillette has acted in both films and stage, she admitted that it was the stage where her heart belonged. "The choice between the two is a no brainer!" she said with a laugh. "Films are a director's medium, where the actors are mere pieces in a larger jigsaw puzzle. While the stage is an actor's medium. There are no retakes here. It is a more challenging medium than films. If you make mistakes, you stand exposed immediately," Lillette said.
According to Lillette, she does films because she gets to act with interesting people. "But my heart and soul will always remain in theatre. People often watch my films and then come to see me on stage. This suits me," she said.
She is gung-ho about the world of theatre. "Theatre will never die. Mumbai which is the capital of commercial theatre has theatre activity booming in English, Marathi, Hindi, Gujarati and so many other languages. If you pick up the weekend newspapers in Mumbai you are spoilt for choice. There could easily be at least 25 theatre shows playing over the weekend!"
Speaking about her theatre company, she said that every attempt was made to pick original scripts written by writers like Mahashweta Devi and Girish Karnad and theatre scripts written by Indian playwrights like Mahesh Dattani and Partap Sharma. "We are consciously building up a body of work for future generations to work with," Lillette said.


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'The Nine' for Week 19
The Atlanta Braves have a busy week, eight games in seven days, as they play a 22-games-in-20-days stretch in August. They'll begin with a doubleheader against the Miami Marlins at SunTrust Park on Monday, that resulting from the teams' Aug. 1 postponement, the second time in a span of seven days that the team will play a doubleheader. Could fatigue come into play? Perhaps, though the Braves picked up a road series split against the Washington Nationals Aug. 7-9, the Braves will spend the entirety of the week at home and their opponents are the Miami Marlins, who have a 20-36 road record, and Colorado Rockies, who have averaged roughly three-quarters of a run fewer per game on the road (4.28) than at home (5.05). It's the team's pitching staff that warrants the fantasy spotlight, with closer A.J. Minter (available in more than 50 percent of ESPN leagues), one of the 15 best at his position on the Player Rater in the past month, one of their strongest plays. Resurgent Mike Foltynewicz (one of their two-start pitchers) and Sean Newcomb should also be kept active, and keep an eye on the status of Anibal Sanchez (available in nearly 50 percent), who would be the team's other two-start pitcher and a strong start if his calf injury heals in time. Touki Toussaint is expected to get a spot start during the team's Monday doubleheader, and is worth an NL-only look.
The New York Mets are the other team with an eight-game week, in a week where only 10 other teams play seven times and four -- the Baltimore Orioles, Boston Red Sox, Houston Astros and Milwaukee Brewers -- play only five games. Quality fantasy choices are few and far between on the Mets' roster, but three in particular stand out for Week 19: Zack Wheeler (available in more than 40 percent of ESPN leagues), who has begun his second half with three straight quality starts; Michael Conforto (available in roughly 50 percent), who despite his struggles this season still regularly starts as the No. 3 or 4 hitter and might benefit from the Mets facing at least seven right-handed starters; and Jeff McNeil (available in more than 95 percent), a .297/.409/.514 hitter against righties since his July 24 big-league debut.
Coming off a short Week 18, the Oakland Athletics' Week 19 schedule doesn't look all that much more favorable for their hitters: Six games, yes, but three apiece against the Seattle Mariners and Houston Astros, including games against Marco Gonzales, James Paxton, Dallas Keuchel and Justin Verlander. This matchups-oriented team is also scheduled to face exactly three left- and three right-handed starters. The team might be excelling, but just as last week, Khris Davis and Matt Chapman are their only sure things in fantasy, and Matt Olson and Stephen Piscotty are their next two most-viable plays.
The Cleveland Indians are one of three American League teams to visit National League parks for interleague play during Week 19, and their hitting matchups for left-handed hitters are outstanding (a perfect 10). Yonder Alonso, a lefty, is their usual first baseman who has batted .272/.361/.499 against righties since the beginning of last season, and he's available in roughly 50 percent of ESPN leagues. Normally he'd have to duke it out with usual designated hitter Edwin Encarnacion for first-base at-bats, but Encarnacion is likely headed to the DL, meaning Alonso should be in the lineup for the entirety of the three-game, week-opening series at Cincinnati's Great American Ball Park. Alonso is a standout play for Week 19 as a result.
Sticking in the American League Central, the Kansas City Royals have one of the most favorable hitting schedules of any team in Week 19, thanks to facing a Toronto Blue Jays pitching staff that has the second-worst team ERA since the All-Star break (5.88), as well as a Chicago White Sox staff with the second-worst ERA for the season (4.96). Whit Merrifield and Salvador Perez are the two most well-known Royals hitters, and both should obviously remain active for you, but there are three others with positive earnings per the Player Rater's Last 30 split: Adalberto Mondesi (available in more than 90 percent of ESPN leagues), a .273 hitter with seven stolen bases since the All-Star break who should capitalize upon the team's excellent ratings in the steals department; Lucas Duda (available in more than 97 percent), a .241 hitter with .185 isolated power since the break; and Alex Gordon (available in roughly 97 percent), a .277 hitter with a .338 on-base percentage since the break. Hunter Dozier (available in more than 99 percent) is also worth a look in deep mixed and AL-only leagues.
The Detroit Tigers, too, get to fatten up against the White Sox's pitching staff, as well as a Minnesota Twins staff that doesn't have ace Jose Berrios scheduled to pitch during the series. Tigers hitters have run extremely cold of late, with only Jose Iglesias and Jeimer Candelario returning positive value in the past 30 days, but this could represent a rebound week for the team. Nicholas Castellanos' slump could finally draw for the close -- certainly he's worth starting in the hopes these matchups help -- and Victor Martinez, a .288/.339/.442 hitter since the All-Star break, is well worth activating in all formats.
The Astros' abbreviated, five-game schedule is one of the worst for hitters in Week 19, and that's bad news for a team that has been below-average in terms of runs per game since the All-Star break (4.41). The healthy return of Carlos Correa should help the offense, but Jose Altuve (DL: knee) and George Springer (DL: thumb) are likely to be sidelined for at least half (if not all) of Week 19, and the fill-ins aren't productive enough to trust in a short schedule. Limit your Astros exposure to Correa, Alex Bregman, Evan Gattis and Marwin Gonzalez in shallow mixed.
Among other DH implications due to the 20 interleague games scheduled during Week 19: Shohei Ohtani won't have the DH spot in which to bat for three of the Los Angeles Angels' six games, making him a poor choice considering two of the four scheduled opposing starters during the team's weekend series at Texas' Globe Life Park are left-handed. NL West hitters David Dahl (available in nearly 95 percent of ESPN leagues), Ketel Marte (available in more than 60 percent) and Chris Taylor (available in more than 15 percent) should be the biggest benefactors of their teams' trips to AL venues, making each a worthwhile pickup/start in all but the shallowest leagues. There should also be additional at-bats available for Jose Bautista and the Pittsburgh Pirates' third-base platoon of David Freese and Colin Moran.
For those seeking righty/lefty matchups candidates for Week 19: Jose Briceno (available in more than 99 percent of ESPN leagues), a .370/.396/.674 hitter against left-handed pitchers between the majors and minors this season, could be a worthwhile No. 2 fantasy catcher plug-in with his Los Angeles Angels scheduled to face four left-handed starters. Cameron Maybin (available in more than 95 percent), a .272 hitter with a .343 on-base percentage against left-handed pitchers since the beginning of 2016, might get some looks in the top two spots of the Seattle Mariners' lineup as they are scheduled to face four lefty starters. Ben Zobrist (available in roughly 45 percent), a .319/.414/.507 hitter against right-handers this season, should capitalize upon a Chicago Cubs schedule facing six righty starters.


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In a Japanese jail sits 17-year-old Jotaro Kujo: punk, fighter, delinquent...and possessed by a force beyond his control! Around the world, evil spirits are awakening: "Stands," monstrous invisible creatures which give their bearers incredible powers. To save his mother's life, Jotaro must tame his dark forces and travel around the world to Cairo, Egypt, where a hundred-year-old vampire thirsts for the blood of his family. But the road is long, and an army of evil Stand Users wait to kill JoJo and his friends...


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Every Monday night I host a program on BlogTalkRadio called Manifestation Mondays: Create UR Intentions. On a weekly basis, I highlight some facet of the manifestation process in order to help people employ it in a conscious manner, creating a more fulfilling and a true expression of their heart's desire. This past week was a challenging one for me, as I watched some of what I thought was part of a big manifestation project slip away and I found myself experiencing some of the same disappointments that my clients often express. It made me stand back a moment and take note of where I was…why… and ask myself the very same question I had been asking my clients: "What do you think is the most difficult part of the manifestation process to maintain?"
The major consensus seems to be the 'Believe' state, and I must admit that I concur, although I know that they each are dependent on the other. Is it the same for you? Are you frustrated or challenged with limiting thoughts or beliefs that are getting in the way of your happiness? Do your dreams seem to get stuck just out of your reach and you find your 'vision' suddenly getting cloudy? I realized that I needed to do some deep soul searching to find out why this happens and what can we do about it.


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Part II
By Robert
READERS: If you like this story, please let me know at [email protected] And please read and send your comments to my other stories, "THE BABYING of BARBARA LETO" Series, "THE BABRY HOTEL" Series, and "THE BABYING of HER OLDER ISTER", a new Series. All comments are welcome. Thank you, Robert.
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Around 7:30 the next morning, Bob heard Chrissy walking down the hall. Chrissy was holding her Panda Bear in one hand while rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the other. She was still dressed in her baby doll pajamas and the panties looked inflated due to the Pampers. Bob also noticed that the panties were down around Chrissy's hips. Her Pampers must be soaked and were being pulled down.
"What are you doing up, young lady?" he asked.
Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Chrissy said, "I was hungry."
"You're not suppose to get up for another half hour, now scoot back to bed." He said as he swatted her diapered bottom.
"I'll get you something."
After taking her back to bed, Bob went to the kitchen and warmed a baby bottle of formula for Chrissy.
When Chrissy saw the baby bottle, she cried out, "I don't wanta bottle!"
Bob paid no attention as he forced the bottle into her mouth. Chrissy did an infantile reaction, she started sucking the nipple, drawing out the warm liquid. As Chrissy started sucking on the nipple, she held the bottle with both hands.
"I'll be back in a while to get you out of bed. Don't you get out until I come back." Bob commanded.
Chrissy stayed in her bed, sucking on the warm formula. She was very relaxed. As much as she hated not having control of her bodily functions, she could not believe how much she enjoyed being taken care of. Thinking back to yesterday, she really enjoyed being taken care of. Even having a diaper change. Chrissy wondered what today would bring.
Chrissy let the bottle fall onto the bed and she replaced it with her thumb. At eight, Bob entered her bedroom with a fresh Pampers. Baby-talking to her, Bob started to remove the panties and then the wet Pampers. Chrissy closed her eyes as Bob was cleaning her up. Here she was, a grown woman of 25, wearing diapers, using them, having someone change her and having baby-talk spoken to her. And she liked it! When Bob finished cleaning her and diapering Chrissy, he had her go out to the kitchen.
Bob had given her another post-hypnotical suggestion during her diaper change. Everytime he said, "I think" and then stated something, she would do it.
So, as they walked down the hall, Bob simply said, "Chrissy. I think it would be easier if you crawled around the house instead." Chrissy stopped, looked at Bob and got down on all fours and started to crawl to the kitchen.
"And I think you would like it better."
"Don't you like that better?" asked Bob.
Chrissy smiled and said yes, that it was much easier than walking about.
Once in the kitchen, Bob sat in a chair and then lifted Chrissy onto his lap. Pulling a bowl near him, he started to feed Chrissy the warm baby rice cereal in it. Chrissy started to struggle, saying that she could feed herself.
Smiling. Bob said, "OK, fed yourself Chrissy, but I think you'll be feeding yourself like a 12 month old."
Chrissy looked at Bob strangely, but she grabbed the spoon. She held the spoon as a 12 month old would. And much to her surprise, started to eat like a 12 month old, getting the cereal all over her face, her baby doll top, the table, everywhere except into her mouth. Pouting that she was unable to feed herself, Chrissy looked at Bob.
Smiling, Bob cooed, "Don't worry sweetie, I'll fed you." Taking the spoon, Bob dipped it into the bowl, getting a spoonful, and then gently putting it into Chrissy's waiting mouth.
After feeding Chrissy, then bottle-feeding her, Bob had her crawl to the living room. Turning on the television to Sesame Street, he told her to behave and that he would be cleaning up the breakfast dishes.
Chrissy sat in front of the television on the floor, twirling her hair and sucking on her thumb. Chrissy was thinking why was she acting so babyish? Why did she enjoyed someone taking care of her, having almost all of her adult responsibility taken away from her. And why was she enjoying such childish television shows? She just knew that she never felt so relaxed and free.
When he finished cleaning up and drinking his coffee, Bob entered the living room. Chrissy was where he had left her, sitting in front of the television.
"Come on sweetie," he said, "time for your bath."
Chrissy looked up at Bob and whined, "Aw, I wanna see this." Pointing to the Sesame Street program. Elmo was on the screen now and Chrissy was giggling at him.
Bending over, he said, "I'll tape it. Now come on." Grabbing her hand and pulling her up.
"Get to the bathroom." He said giving her bottom a love slap.
Chrissy slowly crawled to the bathroom and sat on the carpet as Bob adjusted the temperature of the water. Sitting Chrissy on the toilet seat, he removed her baby doll top, and pulled down her baby doll panties. Pulling the side tabs, Bob pulled down the front of the Pampers exposing Chrissy's virginal area. Chrissy was still embarrassed about this had quickly used both hands to cover herself up out of habit. Taking her hand though, Bob pulled her up and sat her in the warm water. Using Ivory baby soap, Bob began slowly washing her. Chrissy felt very relaxed as Bob washed her. All of her worries seem to melt away as she was being bathed. Bob bathed her like one would a baby. Very gently he washed her while she laid in the tub playing with the rubber duck her had given her. Chrissy giggled when he tickled her "tummy". When he finished bathing Chrissy, Bob took a thick towel and rubbed her dry. She enjoyed this almost as much as being bathed. Taking her hand, Bob led her to the bedroom, naked. Chrissy was embarrassed about being led around naked, but she was getting use to being led around this way. She was still in her adult mode of thinking at this point and had not gone into a more babyish mode. Chrissy walked to the bedroom with her head lowered, sucking on her thumb. Laying her on the bed, Bob made sure that the plastic baby pad was under her. Chrissy's bedroom now smelled like a baby's nursery thanks to the aroma of baby powder and baby lotion.
Taking diaperine, Bob spread it over Chrissy's pubic area and then lifting up her legs, rubbed it over her bottom. After the diaperine, Bob sprinkled baby lotion followed by baby powder all over Chrissy's diaper area. She smelled so much like a baby. Chrissy giggled like a baby when Bob blew "bubbles" on her stomach, tickling. Once he finished coating her diaper area with protection, Bob got an Attends Pampers and taped it onto her.
Taking her hand, Bob led Chrissy to the living room. Sitting her in front of the TV and letting her watch "Barney", Bob went to make a phone call. A few minutes later, Bob returned. He stood there watching Chrissy. She was sitting on the floor, sucking her thumb and twirling her hair, as she watched "Barney". Bob thought how amazing it was 24 hours ago she was a 25-year-old woman. Now, she was a diaper-wearing baby-woman.
Standing in front of Chrissy, Bob announced, "You know, these Attends are expensive to wear. So we are going to a medical supply company today."
Taking her hand, Bob led her back to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, Chrissy watched as Bob pulled so clothes out for her to wear. A tee shirt was easy, the pants were not. All of the pants and shorts that Bob tried on Chrissy did not fit. The Pampers were just too thick and the waist would either not go over the Pampers or they could not close. Finally Bob found a pair of faded blue denim bib overall shorts. The waist was large and fit over the Pampers comfortably. Ankle high socks and sneaks came next. Lastly, Bob put on Chrissy a pink baby's headband with a bow, pulling her long black hair back. Taking a brush, he made sure that she had bangs. Before leaving, he packed a diaper bag, just in case Chrissy had another accident. Bob put in a few pairs of Attends, diaperine, baby powder, and baby lotion. Now they were set to go.
It took about 45 minuets to reach the medical supply store. Taking Chrissy's hand, they walked into the store. A saleswoman greeted them. Bob explained how Chrissy started wetting herself and that they needed thick, cloth diapers. Chrissy turned red from embarrassment as Bob was talking about her wetting problem. The saleswoman showed them day-time and night-time cloth diapers. She stated that the night-time diapers were thicker due to the fact that she would be asleep and would absorb the moisture better. Bob said that they would take four dozen nighttime diapers only. Then she showed them the plastic pants to go over the diapers, they came in white, but she also had pastel colors too. Bob took a dozen white, half dozen of pink and yellow plastic pants. After purchasing these items, Bob and Chrissy drove to a department store where they purchased baby diaper pins with ducks on the heads.
The next stop was Bob's house. Since he was going to be staying with Chrissy for a few days, he would need clothes for work. When they arrive, Bob holding Chrissy's hand, took her into the house and into the family room. Sitting her on the floor in front of the television, Bob turned on "Mr. Rogers".
"Why do I haveta look at kiddie shows?" asked Chrissy.
Smiling, Bob replied, "Now Chrissy, we talked about this. It's all for your tummy. Watching news and other grown-up shows might upset your tummy. Kiddie shows are relaxing and soothing, things that you need. Now watch your show."
Chrissy was proud of herself that she had not wet herself. Maybe she was getting control of her bladder again.
Bob went to the kitchen and heated up a bottle for Chrissy. When it got to the right temperature, Bob took it to Chrissy. While Chrissy was sucking on the nipple and watching "Mr. Rogers", Bob leaned her forward and stuck his hand into the back of her shorts. She hated this. It was if she was unable to tell if she had wet herself and Bob had to check. Feeling the pampers, Bob found that it was dry.
Bob went into the bedroom and got his clothes for the next few days. He packed the car and returned to find Chrissy still watching "Mr. Rogers", while sucking on her bottle.
"Well," Bob said, "before we leave, do you have to go pee-pee?"
Chrissy did not like being talked to like a baby and replied, "No, I'm fine."
Smiling, Bob cooed, "Maybe we'll sit you on the potty for a while just in case."
"Nooooo!" cried Chrissy.
Bob ignored her, taking her hand took her to the bathroom. Unbuttoning her bib overall shorts and letting them drop to the floor, Bob un-tapped the pampers and sat her on the seat. With a stern warning, he told her to stay there until he said she could get up. Chrissy sat there completely embarrassed with her hands holding her head. After 5 minutes of sitting there and not peeing, Bob allowed Chrissy to get up. He re-taped the pamper on her, pulled up the bib overall shorts and buttoning the straps.
By the time they got back to Chrissy's apartment, she stated hat she had not wet herself. That was soon to change. Giving her the signal to wet, Chrissy could feel the pressure starting to build in her bladder. Very shortly, Chrissy was squeezing her legs tight, trying in vain to prevent herself from wetting herself. As Bob was unlocking the apartment's door, Chrissy was almost in tears. She had to pee real bad. Chrissy almost made it to the bathroom when she stopped. Looking down at her waist, Chrissy could feel the warm pee start to flood her Pampers. Chrissy had soaked her Pampers! When she finished, she burst into tears and ran into her bedroom. Bob followed, finding her lying on her stomach on her bed, crying. Sitting on the bed, Bob cradled her.
Sobbing, Chrissy cried, "How come I'm acting so much like a baby. Who's gonna take care of me?"
Kissing her forehead, like one would a child, Bob cooed, "No worry baby, daddy will always be here for you and take care of you."
Looking up at Bob, Chrissy sniffled as she asked, "Daddy?"
Smiling, Bob cooed, "Yes, your daddy. I'll always take care of you, I'll be your daddy and you'll be my baby girl."
Gently, Bob laid her on the bed and removed the demin bib shorts and untapped the wet pampers. Taking three of the night-time diapers, he lift her bottom up and laid them under her. Chrissy was then had diaperine, lotion and powder rubbed all over her diaper area, she just laid there sucking her thumb, enjoying be take care of. Spreading her legs apart, Bob pulled the diapers up and pinned them together. A pair of yellow plastic pants were pulled up her legs, covering her diapers.
"OK sweetie, now that your had your diaper changed," cooed Bob, "let's get you your lunch."
Chrissy followed Bob to the kitchen crawling. She sat on the tile floor watching as he prepared her lunch. When it was ready, Bob sat in a chair and then sat Chrissy on his lap. Using a baby spoon for the first time, Bob spoon-fed Chrissy the baby food mush. In between mouthfuls, he let her nurse on a warm bottle. Shortly, Chrissy had finished being fed. Taking a towel, Bob laid it on his shoulder then laid her head on his shoulder too. Holding her head and patting her back, Chrissy let out a loud burp.
Taking her hand, Bob took her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.
"Time for your nap." He cooed.
"But I don't wanna take a nap." Whined Chrissy.
Handing her the Panda Bear, Bob said, "Chrissy, I've told you that I'm putting you on a schedule and you're naptime is 1 o'clock. And because we were out, you're late getting your nap."
He covered her with the sheet and kissed her forehead. He had purchased a baby monitor, so he turned that on. He watched as Chrissy closed her eyes and stuck her thumb into her mouth. Chrissy seemed to prefer her thumb to her pacifier or "binkie".
Bob let Chrissy sleep for an hour and half. When he went in to wake her, Chrissy's diaper was wet. Not soaked, just damp, so he decided to let her stay in them for a while. She smiled when she opened her eyes. Taking her hand, he led her out to the living room. Letting her sit in front of the TV, he turned on 'THE COMFY COUCH", and handed her a bottle of formula. She giggled watching the children's show. Bob did not allow her to watch anything above the level of a 2-year would watch. This included any music, Chrissy was only allowed to listen to nursery songs and other childish songs.
About 5, Bob had Chrissy come into the kitchen. Like all of her other meals, Bob had her sit on his lap. Chrissy felt embarrassed at this, being fed at first, but soon grew to like it. One part of her feedings that she did not like was when Bob tied a large baby bib on her, as if she would spill anything on her.
On the table was a baby's tri-bowel filled with war strained chicken, strain string beans and strain prunes, along with a baby bottle of warm Simulac. Chrissy ate the strained chicken with no fussing. When Bob spoon-fed the strained string beans, she fussed a little, but spoon-feeding her strain prunes, Chrissy fussed allot. Shaking her head back and forth refusing to eat them. Bob managed to shove them into her mouth, followed by the nipple of her bottle of Simulac. Tears ran down her cheeks as she swallowed the horrible substance. She stayed on his lap as he fed himself fried chicken, corn, potatoes, and drank his coffee. Chrissy hungered for this grown-up food, but Bob refused to feed them to her. He said that with her bladder condition, it would not settle and she would end up wetting more. He knew what was best for her. So Chrissy just laid there watching as he ate his dinner.
After dinner, Bob once again sat Chrissy in front of the TV as he clean up. He had taped "ROMPER ROOM" and she sat there watching the childish show. Chrissy found the shown terribly boring and walked into the kitchen to talk to Bob. Chrissy sat in one of the kitchen chairs, dressed only in her plastic pants and diapers, her bare feet touching the tile floor. She no longer felt funny wearing just her diapers around the house, as a matter of fact, she felt quite comfortable dressed this way.
When he finished cleaning up, he announced that it was time for her bath. Taking her hand, he led her into the bathroom and closed the door. The warm water started filling the tub as Bob peeled off her damp plastic pants. He could smell the odor of the urine in her diapers as they were sagging on Chrissy. Removing the diapers and depositing them into the hamper, he gently sat Chrissy into the warm soapy water. Handing her a yellow rubber duck, she started soaping up a washcloth. Chrissy loved it as she was being bathed. She did not even mind having to hold a rubber duck like a child. She just laid back, enjoying the simple pleasure of being bathed. Bob took his time bathing Chrissy. It took 45 minutes, between bathing her and letting her play in the tub. Once the bath was over, he had Chrissy stand up. Taking a large fluffy towel, Bob wrapped it around her and rubbed her vigorously.
Chrissy was still hesitant in walking out of the bathroom naked. Bob literally had to drag her out, she wanted to wrap a towel around her body, but Bob had said they were the only ones there. And he saw her naked, he's the one that bathed her. In the bedroom, Chrissy sat on the bed while Bob retrieved diapers, plastic pants and baby doll pajamas from the dresser. Laying Chrissy on the bed, Bob got a large diaper pad and laid it under her bottom. Using diaperine, he rubbed it all over her pubic area, lifting her legs up, he repeated the process on her bottom. He did the same using the baby powder. He laid her bottom on four thick night-time diapers. Spreading her legs apart, Bob pulled the diapers up and pinned them together. They were so thick, Chrissy could not close her legs. She laid there with her legs spread apart, much like a baby would do. The diapers were followed by Bob pulling the plastic pants over the diapers. A light pink baby doll top was pulled over her head, with the hem barely reaching her crotch. A pair of panties with ruffles on the bottom covered her plastic pants.
Smiling t Chrissy, Bob announced that it was nearly 8 and too late for Chrissy to watch any cartoons, that's when Chrissy said that she did not think it was right to be put to bed at 8, after all she was a grown woman. He told her to stay put and he would right back. A few minutes later, Bob came in with a nipple baby bottle of warm formula. Chrissy bulked at this saying that she was not a baby. Bob said nothing, only sat on the bed and pulled a reluctant Chrissy onto his lap. When she opened her mouth to object at this, he simply inserted the nipple into her mouth. It was not long before Chrissy was sucking away on the nipple.
As soon as she finished the bottle, Bob held her head over his shoulder and started patting her back, Chrissy knew exactly what he was trying to do and she was not going to let it happen. Chrissy was determined that the patting would not cause her to burp like a baby. But the patting proved her wrong. In moments after Bob started patting her, Chrissy could feel the urge to burp. She knew if she opened her mouth a loud burp would come out. She could not help it, an involuntary effect caused her to open her mouth and burp. She felt like crying, she responded like a little baby.
Bob laid her down, covering her with the sheet. After giving her the panda bear, he kissed her forehead, and turned off the side lamp. In the corner of the room blazed a night-light that was plugged into the wall socket. Next to her be on the night stand was a baby monitor. Quietly, Bob left the room, leaving the door slightly opened.
As Chrissy laid in bed, holding onto her panda bear, she felt so young.
Bob went into the kitchen and set the oven alarm to go off in 6 hours. That would be about 2 in the morning. He was conditioning her with 2 o'clock feedings. He would be sleeping on her sofa again tonight. Around 11, Bob decide to go to sleep. Before lying down, he checked on Chrissy. She was sound asleep, sleeping on her stomach, sucking her thumb. Lying down on the sofa, he covered himself with a blanket. He was tired. Taking care of baby was exhausting, let alone a 25-year-old baby.
At 1:55, the alarm went off. Sleepy, Bob got up, and went into the kitchen where he warmed a bottle of formula for Chrissy. Taking the bottle, he quietly crept into her bedroom. Chrissy was still asleep, sucking her thumb. Removing her thumb gently, Bob inserted the nipple into her mouth. Chrissy woke with a start, but Bob's soothing voice and the stroking of her hair, calmed her. She laid there, sucking on the nipple. By the time she was ¾ done, her eyelids were fluttering and closing.
Giving Chrissy a kiss on the forehead, Bob cooed, "Such a good baby you are, yes you are. Go to sleep, you have a big day ahead of you."
Bob left and went back to sleep. At 6, he got up, showered, shaved and got dressed. He dressed in his suit except for his jacket. By then it was 6:30, time for Chrissy to get up. He walked into her room and found her sound asleep on her back. She had her "binkie" in her mouth. Bob noticed that her baby doll top was up around her breasts, revealing her bare stomach. Gently, he woke her. Chrissy smiled and yawned. Then like fathers of babies that they just woke up, he decided to play with her. Kneeling next to the bed, Bob began to tickle her, which she erupted into laughter. After that, Bob blew "bubbles on her stomach. Chrissy reacted like a baby, giggling at that.
Chrissy wanted to play more, but Bob said that it was time to get dressed. Taking a large diaper pad, he laid it under her bottom. Carefully, Bob pulled the damp plastic pants down and deposited them into a plastic bag. Unpinning the diapers and removing them, they followed the pants into the plastic bag too.
"I don't wanta wear diapers to work." Pouted Chrissy.
Bob stated, "Chrissy, you know that you are not over your bladder infection yet. Do you want to have a accident in work and wet your pants?"
Sticking out her bottom lip, Chrissy shook her head. Taking diaperine, baby lotion and baby powder, Bob rubbed it all over Chrissy's pubic area and her bottom. Lifting Chrissy's bottom, Bob slid a Pamper under. Taking the Pampers, he pulled it up between hr legs and taped the ends. A sleeveless tee shirt came next.
Before Chrissy was a Medical Billing Specialist, she worked as a medical secretary. In that position, she had to wear "scrubs", just like in a hospital. In the billing department, she could wear scrubs or "civilian clothes. Chrissy has chosen to wear regular clothes.
Wearing Pampers, Chrissy's pants were to tight to fit over them. Bob decided that the best thing was for Chrissy to go back and wear her scrubs. Taking a set of pink scrubs, he pulled the pants up her legs and over the bulky pampers. The pants were large and did not reveal what she was wearing underneath. After tying the strap, he pulled the short sleeve top over her head. Finally he put her socks and sneaks on. Taking her hand, Bob led her over to her vanity table and sat her in the chair. Grasping the handle of her hairbrush, Bob began brush her long black hair. Chrissy sat there, almost hypnotized. She loved being pampered. Once he was satisfied with her hair and bangs, Bob put a baby's headband, pulling her hair back. The pink band did not look like it belonged to a baby and no one would know.
Satisfied that Chrissy was finished being dressed Bob took her hand and le her to the kitchen. Sitting down, he sat her on his lap like all her other meals. Chrissy did not like having a baby bib tied on her, but it pleased Bob and he had done so much for her, she let him. Using a baby spoon, Bob spoon-fed Chrissy a full bowl of warm baby rice cereal. It was very bland and Chrissy was glad when she ad finished it. After feeding her, Bob had to wash her face. He made sure that when he was feeding her, that the rice cereal was smeared all around her mouth and dripped onto her baby bib.
Removing the bib, Bob cooed, "Aren't you glad I put this bib on you. You would have gotten cereal all over your top."
Chrissy turn a little red, being a messy eater. She got cereal all over her face, hands, and on her bib. Bob was right, it was a good thing that he insisted that she wear a bib.
Chrissy and Bob left the condo the same time. He escorted her to her car, made sure that she got off ok. Before leaving, Bob asked, "Do you nee to be changed?" Looking around, making sure no one heard him, Chrissy, blushed and said no.
Chrissy arrived at work at her usual time and went straight to desk and started working. The morning went quickly and except for the bulkiness of the pampers, Chrissy did not have any accidents. Around 10:30, with a few of the other girls, Chrissy went outside for a cigarette. Bob had warned her about not smoking until her bladder infection was gone. But she wanted a cigarette and she had not peed herself yet. It was then that she decided to go home at lunchtime and change.
It took a few minutes to drive home. Chrissy went into the bedroom, and quickly removed her scrubs, both top and pants. Going to the closet, Chrissy pulled out the box that Bob had placed all of her panties and bras. Bending over, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. She had to admit that she looked cute dressed like a baby. But she had no time, she had to change and get back to work. Chrissy pulled from the box a white bra and white bikini panties. Pulling off the tee shirt and tugging at the pampers' tabs, she quickly put her adult underclothes on. It felt so good dressed like an adult inside and out again. She put on her scrubs and hurried to the kitchen, in the refrig was a meat loaf, mash potatoes, and corn that she had made Friday. Cutting a slice of meat loaf, she placed it in the microwave. Her lunch was done in seconds. She ate her lunch hungrily, for this was the first grown-up food she had in 2 days. When she finished her lunch, she washed the dish and went back to work.
It felt so good, sitting in her desk chair without the feeling of her pampers against her skin. Again, Chrissy took a break and went smoking with the other girls. This time, she did not have one cigarette, not two, but three cigarettes. Before she knew it, it was quitting time and time to go home.
On the drive home, Chrissy started to feel pressure on her bladder. Sweat appeared on her forehead. She was hoping to make it home and to the bathroom before she wet herself. Luck was not with her on the drive home. She hit every light. Every second was agonizing to her. Chrissy found herself squeezing her legs together. What seem like hours, she finally made it home. Racing up the steps to her condo, Chrissy, with shaky hands stuck the key into the lock and threw open the door. Slamming the door color closed, she dashed to the bathroom. Chrissy only made it to the living room before her bladder exploded. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she looked at her pants. A large dark pink spot appeared at the crotch and a stream on darkness running down the insides of her pant legs. Chrissy sat on the carpet and started bawling. She had wet herself again after being well all day.
That's where Bob found her. He came over and knelt next to her, holding her and rocking her.
"Po baby." He cooed.
"No crys. Like I said, all little girls have accidents. Besides, I did not diaper you very good this morning. You've leaked."
Tears flowing down Chrissy's cheeks, she looked at Bob bad cried, "I'm not wearing diapers. I came home at lunch and changed them." Chrissy told Bob everything, from changing her clothes to smoking the cigarettes.
Standing up, Bob said, "Alright. Let's get you changed."
Taking her by the wrist, Bob led her into the kitchen, ordering her to stay put until he returned. Bob returned in a few minutes carrying a large towel, soap and a washcloth. Putting the items on the counter, he started running warm water into the double sinks.
"Wh...what are you doing?" stammered Chrissy.
Looking over his shoulder, Bob replied, "I'm going to give you your bath."
Shaking her head, her long, black hair flying, cried, "Nooooo. I'm not taking a bath in the sink."
Putting his hands on his hips, Bob said, "You were very naughty today. I told you that I would dress you and you were to wear diapers. You decided that you weren't and now you wet your pants."
Sitting her down on the oval kitchen rug, Bob removed her sneaks and socks. Placing his hands in the waistband of her pants, Bob pulled down her pants and panties with one yank. Then he pulled off her top and unclipped her bra. Chrissy sat on the rug, she was hugging her legs tightly. Taking a stool, Bob helped Chrissy into the sink. She sat her bottom in one sink with her legs hanging over the side. Bob took her ankles and slid them over into the other sink. It was a tight fit, but Chrissy fit. She felt foolish sitting there as Bob bathed her. Bob washed her I minutes. Taking her ankles again, he spun her around with her legs hanging over the side again. Lifting her up under her arms, Bob helped her out of the sink and onto the kitchen floor. Picking up the towel off the counter, Bob wrapped it around Chrissy rubbing her vigorously, drying her.
"Stay her." He ordered as again her left.
Retuning shortly carrying an armload of items. Bob had diapers, plastic pants, diaper pad, baby lotion, baby powder, and diaperine. Laying Chrissy on the tile floor, he lifted her bottom laying a diaper pad under her. Chrissy had diaperine, baby lotion and then baby powder rubbed all over her pubic area and her bottom. Then she was pinned into four thick cloth diapers. Pink plastic pants covered the diapers, sealing them.
Taking her by the wrist, Bob led her to a vacant corner in the kitchen.
"You will kneel in the corner until I say so." He ordered pointing his finger at her.
"That will teach you for being naughty and disobeying."
Chrissy faced the corner, tears running own her cheeks, feeling so much like a naughty child. After kneeling there for about half hour, Bob allowed Chrissy to crawl to the table.
Sitting Chrissy on his lap, Bob tied a large baby bib on her. She sat there quietly as he spoon-fed her. He spoon-fed her strained beef, strained corn, applesauce, and strained prunes. In between mouthfuls, he had her sick on her bottle of Simulac. Chrissy was so upset about wetting her pants, she did not even fuss when Bob spoon-fed her the strained prunes.
"No TV for you tonight." Said Bob after he burped her and wiped her face and hands.
"Because I had to give you an early bath and you were punished, you ate dinner late. Now it's 8, time for you to be put to bed."
With her head down, Chrissy crawled to her bedroom where Bob tucked her in, gave her, her panda bear and turned off the light. The nightlight cast shadows on the walls.
In a tearful voice, Chrissy said, "Please Bob, don't be mad at me. I'll be good. I promise."
"I'm not angry with you." Bob said smiling down at Chrissy.
"But you have to behave. If you don't you get punished, ok."
Wiping her tears away, Chrissy smiled back, "Ok, I'll be good. But I don't like having a bath in the kitchen sinks. I feel so young being washed that way."
"I like washing you in the sinks. I think I might do it more often. Now, it's after 8 and you should be asleep." Stated Bob. He kissed her forehead, turned off the light and turned on the baby monitor. He left, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar.
Chrissy grabbed the pacifier off the nightstand and started sucking on it. She did not know when she started needing it, but it felt right. Closing her eyes, she went to sleep, thinking how tired she was. Chrissy could not believe how tired she was. She remembered how she use to party all night and go to work without any sleep. Now, she was sleepy by 8 at night. She fell asleep thinking about that.
Like the night before, Bob had set the alarm for 2 o'clock. He was making sure that Chrissy got on a schedule, that she would be expecting a feeding at this time. Taking the warmed bottle of Simulac, he crept into her bedroom. As he approached the bed, Chrissy stirred and woke up. Seeing Bob in the semi-darkness, she reached out for the bottle. Holding the bottle in both hands, Chrissy hungrily sucked on the nipple.
As she sucked on the baby bottle, Chrissy thought to herself, "I was hungry when I woke up. I felt like crying, but when I saw Bob, I knew that I would be fed. How strange."
When she finished nursing on the bottle, she was burped. Chrissy was getting use to being burped after drinking her bottle. Yawning, she curled into a fetal position, stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes.
The next morning, Bob woke at 6, took his shower, shaved and got dressed. By 6:30, he was sitting on the side of the bed playing with Chrissy. Chrissy enjoyed being woke up this way. It was fun. By 6:45, Bob had removed her baby doll pajamas and her wet diapers and re-diapered her. He made sure that her pampers were sealed around her waist and legs, ensuring that there would be no leakage. Bob put her maroon scrubs. Her long black hair was brushed and put into a ponytail. Not the type of ponytail at the nape of the neck, but closer to the top of her head. It waved back and forth as she moved her head about.
Taking Chrissy into the kitchen, Bob had her sit on his lap. With a bib tied on her, he fed her a bowl of warm rice cereal and a bottle of Simulac. Once again, Chrissy was thankful she had a bib on because cereal was all over her mouth and on her bib too.
"Why am I such a messy eater of a sudden?" She could not understand why.
By 7:30, both Bob and Chrissy were on their way to work. Only Bob was working until noon. He had a surprise in-stored for Chrissy. Before they left, Bob took Chrissy's purse and emptied it. From her wallet, he removed her license, registration card, insurance card, and a gas credit card. Taking these few items, he put them into a pink "Barbie" doll wallet. The wallet he put into a little girl's black patent pocketbook. The pocketbook had a long strap to it. When he gave it to Chrissy, she almost started crying, she did not want to carry a child's purse. But Bob insisted.
Chrissy made it to work. She felt funny walking into work with the child's purse, but nobody seemed to notice. She sat at her terminal working. It felt so strange feeling the pampers against her skin, but Bob was right. Why take the chance of wetting her pants.
As she worked, Chrissy started to crave a cigarette. Opening her purse to get her pack of cigarettes out, she realized Bob emptied her regular purse and did not put her cigarettes in this new on. So, she'll have to bum one. Walking outside with the others, Chrissy bummed a cigarette. She leaned against the wall, enjoying her first one of the day. She thought that one would not bother her. She was wrong. Bob had given her a post-hypnotical suggestion stating that if she smoked, within 15 minutes, she would need to pee. Sitting at her terminal, she felt the pressure build, quickly she got up and walked to the ladies room. Chrissy made it to the door only to stop. She tried squeezing her legs tightly, but found that did not work. She could not walk this way. Reluctantly, Chrissy spread her legs apart. With little effort, the warm liquid began to flow. Chrissy felt it as it warmed the front of her pubic area and slowly creep to her backside, making her entire "diaper area" damp. Looking down at her pants, she examined them looking for dark spots. Thankfully, there were none.
Slowly, Chrissy walked back to her desk. As she walked, she could swear that she heard her pampers squishing and she was sure that everyone she passed also heard it. Looking around, she saw people talking and her imagination started in hyper-drive. Chrissy imagined that they were talking about her, they knew that she was wearing pampers and that she was wet.
A woman came up to Chrissy and said, "Does baby want auntie to change dose nasty didees?"
Chrissy shook her head and stammered, "Wh...what?"
The woman looked at her and repeated what she said, "Did you finish those reports yet, Chrissy?"
Relieved, she said that she was and handed the woman the reports. What the woman had said was only in her imagination. It was scary, yet exciting at the same time.
As she sat at her desk, Chrissy's imagination told her everyone was talking about her. They were saying things like:
"Did you see Chrissy, she's wearing diapers, you can tell from the bulkiness around her waist."
"Chrissy has wet herself. I always knew she was just a baby in an adult's body."
"Maybe I should change Chrissy, after all, babies don't know how to change their didees."
"No. Just wait until she starts crying to be changed."
"Yea, maybe she'll be messy too."
Shaking her head, she realized that the people around her were talking about everyday things, work, family, etc. They were not talking about her.
At lunch, Chrissy sat at her desk eating the lunch Bob had prepared. There were several coved plastic bowels. Opening them, she discovered that he had put mush baby foods in each one. One contained creamed chicken, another had strained peas, while the t5hord held applesauce. The last one contained mush plumbs. In the thermos, Bob had warm baby formula. Chrissy could not get away from eating and drinking baby foods. She was starved and Bob did not let her have any money, and she did not have her MAC card, so she ate the baby food. Sitting there, the wet pampers had chilled and they were itching. Without anyone noticing, Chrissy reached her hand under her desk and started scratching her crotch. It felt better, but she could not wait to get home and have Bob change her.
She finished her lunch and went back to work. It was a long afternoon, sitting in cold, wet pampers. Finally, 5 came and she raced out the door to her car. She could not wait to get home. As she drove, the pressure built up again and soon Chrissy was squeezing her legs. Once at her condo, she tried walking but by the time she reached the step, the bladder let loose and flooded her already soaked pampers. She peed so much this time, the pampers started to sag. Chrissy could feel her pants starting to fall also. Grabbing the waistband, holding her pants up, she climbed the steps to her condo. At the door, she put the key in the lock, only to have it opened by Bob. She was surprised to find him there already.
Entering the condo, Chrissy cried, "Please change me. My diapers are soaked."
Smiling, Bob took her hand and led her to the second bedroom. She used that room to store her computer and a desk, which she used to pay bills and other thing. Walking into the room, it had changed. Suddenly it was a baby's nursery room and she knew that it was for her.
Looking about the room, Chrissy saw that there was a baby's crib in the corner. The crib was long enough to fit an adult comfortably. Against another wall was a triple dresser with a thick plastic pad attached to the top. In the middle were two Velcro straps, one in the back of the dresser and one in the front. Above the dresser was a shelf holding a supply of baby creams, lotions, powders, and tubes of diaperine. There were a few boxes of "Baby Wipes". Next to the dresser was a trash basket with a lid and a diaper pail. Written on the outside was 'CHRISSY'S DIAPER PAIL". Chrissy turned red with embarrassment after reading that. Imagine having a diaper pail at her age.
"Let's change you diapers." Said Bob happily.
Lifting Chrissy under the arms, he sat her on the top of the dress and laid her down. Taking the Velcro strap, he secured them around her waist.
"That's so you can't fall off during your changing." He said.
As she laid on the table, Bob removed her sneaks and socks. Chrissy talked about the room, what had happened today in work and other things. Untying the straps to her scrub's pant, Bob pulled the pants down. The Velcro strap around her waist did not prevent her from sitting up. When he sat Chrissy up, he removed her scrubs' top and her tee shirt. She only wore her pampers now. Laying her down, Bob pulled the tapes and removed the wet pampers.
"You must have a pound of pee in them." Joked Bob. This did not amuse Chrissy. She lowered her eyes and stuck out her bottom lip. That was embarrassing. Seeing Chrissy's discomfort, Bob continued, "Don't get upset, sweetie. I'm here to take care of you and no one will know you wear diapers, or need them. Unless you decide not to wear your diapers again." He started wiping her down with baby wipes, he continued talking.
"You were very lucky the other day that you did not pee you pants when you weren't wearing your diapers."
Examining her pubic area, Bob said, "Chrissy, you have a rash. Your skin is turning a little red there. Don't worry, I'll put some cream on it."
Chrissy thought about yesterday, going back to work with her pampers on. Bob was right, that could have been humiliating.
Bob continued his diapering of Chrissy. Taking a tube of diaperine, he coated her pubic area and then lifting her legs up in the air, he coated her bottom. Chrissy hated the ointment. It felt refreshing, but it smelled. Opening one of the drawers in the dresser/changing table, he removed several cloth items. From another drawer, he removed a pair of yellow plastic pants. Lifting her bottom, Bob slid four thick diapers under her. Spreading her legs apart, he pulled up the cloth and pinned the ends together. Taking the pair of pair of plastic pants, he pulled them up her long legs, covering the diapers. Opening a small drawer, Bob took a pink plastic, baby bow. Then he removed the band from Chrissy's ponytail and replaced it with the baby bow.
Sitting Chrissy up, Bob putting his hand under her arms, lifted her off the table and onto the floor. Taking her hand, he led her out of the room and to the kitchen.
"I have another surprise for you, sweetie." He cooed to Chrissy.
By the kitchen table stood a baby's high chair! "Nooooo." Cried Chrissy.
"I don't wanta use that."
Smiling, Bob replied, "But sweetie, this way you won't haveta sit on m lap to be fed." Removing the feeding tray, he said, "Try it out."
Picking Chrissy up under arms, Bob sat her in the padded baby seat. Her hips were tight against the metal arms, but she sat in the high chair fine. Taking the feeding tray, he secured it. Chrissy was held in the baby's high chair. Tying a large plastic baby bib with a cartoon of Baby Minnie Mouse on it, he placed her baby tri-bowl of baby mush foods on her tray. Bob began to feed her using a tiny baby spoon. Chrissy enjoyed her "babying" by Bob, but being fed with a tiny spoon was to slow for her. Besides, she hated being fed this bland baby food. But she allowed Bob to fed her, she just opened her mouth and let him fed the warm creamed chicken, the strained peas and mash potatoes to her. At least the food was filling. After finishing the bowl of baby foods, Bob handed her a bottle of formula. He would only allow her to hold it as long has she held the bottle with both hands. She felt babyish doing it, but at least she was not being bottle-fed too.
When Chrissy was done her bottle, Bob removed the feeding tray and helped her down from the high chair's seat. Taking her hand, he sat on one of the chairs, having her sit on his lap. Placing a cloth over his shoulder, he laid her head on it. Holding her head down with one hand, Bob started patting her back with the other. Chrissy was use to being burped when she finished her bottle so she no longer struggled. She sat there and within minutes, Chrissy let out a burp. It felt good.
Taking her hand again, Bob led her to the living room. There Chrissy received another surprise. Bob had setup a baby's playpen for her. Lowering the side of the playpen's rail, Bob sat Chrissy in it. This was getting too much for Chrissy and she started crying. Chrissy was being treated younger and younger and she was starting to feel so young. Getting her "binkie, Bob inserted it into her mouth while patting the top of her head. Turning on the VCR she could watch "Romper Room". Chrissy sat in her infantile prison, sucking on her "binkie" watching the show, while Bob went to clean up the kitchen.
Coming back into the living room, Bob cooed, "Time for Chrissy bathy."
Guiding her to the kitchen, Bob had filled the double sinks up with warm water. Chrissy hated being bathed in the sinks, but Bob just helped her into the sinks. Like the night before, her bottom was in one sink and her feet in the other. Tonight, he was very through in bathing her and it was more relaxing. She even was sucking on her pacifier as he bathed her. Finishing her bath, Bob helped out of the sinks and standing on the small kitchen carpet, Bob dried her off briskly. She felt refreshed.
In her new bedroom, Bob laid her on the dresser/changing table, attaching the Velcro strap around her waist. Quickly, Chrissy was powdered, had diaperine put on her as well as baby lotion too. A baby doll pajamas were put on and the ruffled panties pulled up and over the bulging plastic pants.
"It's time for beddy-byes." He cooed.
She yawned. Chrissy after a few days was getting use to the schedule that Bob put her on. He led her over to the oversized baby crib and she laid down on the mattress. She had to admit, the mattress was quite comfortable. Bob pulled the sheet up, handed her her panda bear and gave her her binkie. Kissing her forehead, Bob raised the side rail, locking it in place, turned on the night-light and the baby monitor leaving the room. He left the door ajar slightly, so the light from the hallway peeked in.
Chrissy laid in the crib, sucking on her binkie and holding onto her panda. She was thinking how much of a baby she was becoming. But the thing that scared her was that she was enjoying the babying. Chrissy feel asleep thinking how safe she felt, knowing that Bob was there.
- To Be Continued -
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Of all Bush administration officials, Colin Powell is the one held in highest esteem in Europe. It's not hard to see why.
Just like the Europeans, he doesn't want the United States to disarm Saddam Hussein without the backing of the United Nations. The secretary of State even managed to convince President Bush to seek U.N. support back in August.
Thereafter he spent two months heroically haggling -- mainly with French Foreign Minister Dominique de Villepin -- over the text of a resolution that would win the assent of the entire Security Council.
So how does De Villepin repay his negotiating partner? With a kick in the teeth.
On Monday, De Villepin all but threatened to use France's Security Council veto to block any resolution authorizing military action against Iraq. So much for Powell's assurances within the administration that he could work constructively with our cantankerous European allies.
De Villepin doesn't even want to wait for the weapons inspectors' report next Monday. "Already we know for a fact," he asserted with breathtaking Gallic insouciance, "that Iraq's weapons of mass destruction programs are being largely blocked, even frozen."
Well, that's a relief. We can all sleep soundly at night, protected by French reassurances.
It may even be true that Iraq's programs are temporarily stymied by international scrutiny, which will be sure to fade over time. But Resolution 1441 -- which France, along with the rest of the Security Council, endorsed Nov. 8 -- doesn't call for Iraq to block or even freeze its weapons of mass destruction. It calls for Iraq to give up those arms completely.
To be exact, Resolution 1441 offers Iraq "a final opportunity to comply with its disarmament obligations."
The last chance has come and gone. Has Hussein turned over any of the tons of chemical and biological agents that he is believed to own? No. He hasn't given up so much as an aerosol can.
In the process, Hussein has committed at least three clear violations of Resolution 1441.
Violation No. 1: On Dec. 8, he filed a 12,000-page "full and complete" weapons declaration that, as chief weapons inspector Hans Blix said, "failed to answer a great many questions."
Violation No. 2: U.N. weapons inspectors have discovered that Iraq has bought engines for ballistic missiles and raw material for their fuel.
Violation No. 3: The inspectors last week discovered 12 warheads designed for chemical weapons. Iraq then coughed up four more. Like the missile parts, they had not been declared.
And although he insists there's no evidence of a "smoking gun," even Blix admits that Hussein hasn't provided "proactive support" to the disarmament process. Being a good international bureaucrat, however, Blix won't certify a "material breach" because he believes that no problem is too intractable to be solved by endless negotiations.
The French are not prey to the same delusion. They are quite ready to use force when their interests are threatened. They recently dispatched 2,500 soldiers to Ivory Coast, for instance, and they didn't bother to ask for the U.N.'s permission.
So why is France pressing for endless U.N. palaver in the case of Iraq? Its first motive is crassly commercial: France has about $1.5 billion in contracts with the current Iraqi government and doesn't want it overthrown for fear that a more democratic regime might take its business elsewhere. Its second motive is essentially wounded national pride. France, a noted poet recently wrote, "used to have the ability to inspire princes and kings" but now "comes the time when no one listens to her anymore and the universe turns without her, except when it judges her with spite or commiseration." This writer suggested that the solution was for France to adopt "a humble and global approach."
Those sentiments are found in a best-selling French book called "The Cry of the Gargoyle." Its author is now foreign minister of the republic.
It is hard to see anything humble about De Villepin's grandstanding Monday, but it was certainly "global": France is taking advantage of Franklin Roosevelt's dispensation -- a permanent seat on the U.N. Security Council -- to maximize its influence at the expense of the "hyperpower."
The bad news for Paris is that it can get away with this game only as long as Washington lets it. After Monday, even Powell's patience may wear thin.


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The Tokyo-Osaka Hokuriku Arch Pass is a rail pass for exclusive use by foreign visitors to Japan, providing unlimited travel on JR trains (including Hokuriku Shinkansen) between Tokyo and Osaka via the less traveled Hokuriku Region. The pass is valid for seven consecutive days.
Below is a simplified map of train lines that can be used with the Tokyo-Osaka Hokuriku Arch Pass:
Points of Sale
The Tokyo-Osaka Hokuriku Arch Pass can be purchased at selected travel agents outside of Japan and at major railway stations or airports in the area covered. If purchased outside of Japan, a voucher will be initially issued that has to be exchanged to the actual pass after arrival in Japan at a major station or airport in the area covered. If purchasing the pass inside of Japan, the cost is slightly higher, and there is a limit of one purchase per person and stay. There is no such limit otherwise.
The Tokyo-Osaka Hokuriku Arch Pass can provide a small saving over a 7-day Japan Rail Pass for travelers who make a round trip between Tokyo and Kyoto/Osaka via the Hokuriku Region instead of via the more popularly traveled Tokaido Shinkansen.
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A poem about visiting my grandchildren--
what I never expected when I was "coming out"
as a lesbian mother over thirty years ago! and
a poem about holding onto our children's hands
(and minds) in the face of "Homeland Security"
and the new terrible attacks on immigrant workers
in Arizona:
In line for the up-north bus, just left the children,
the next little ones, asleep from our gallivant
to yesterday's park, their father running, hands
out-stretched over them across four asphalt lanes
the cars in wait, purring. My in-line neighbors
visit in creole French, Arabic, Spanish, the Latina
ahead, arms crossed, has knee-high, shoulder-high
girls, and another tall as her, arms-crossed, apart,
who comes up silent at the last minute to pull
the heavy luggage as we board. The bus driver asks
them extra questions, the two oldest mouths fenced
against the wrong answers. I eye-skim the waiting
room, who's there, corner glimpse, crimp of a woman's
hat or hair, top-knotted, nodding, and that or the spring
rain runs me back to looking across our yard, fugitive
beauty, something more than my life, breaks across
the grass, a quail hen chivvying her tiny covey fast,
her feathered curl, frail wisp of question on her head.
Holding Mae in my arms, her little feet beating to get
down, I can walk! I can carry! What we're doing is
more than silhouettes pasted on a SUV rear window,
the fictional normal family tally, more than the state's
danger road sign, man woman child hand-in-hand,
running at the southern border. Holding Alden's hand
as he tightropes on the fallen tree limb, him slipping
again, again his fingers almost twisting from my grasp.
Minnie Bruce Pratt
Attribution-Non-Commercial-No Derivs
Creative Commons 2010
"Chivvying the Children Across"
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