Fifth graders at our school, @MarquezCharter, are fortunate to learn history by performing in a series of plays written by the incomparable @jefftoes. Molly was THRILLED to star in the lead roll of narrator, Katie, in “Miracle at Philadelphia.” TEAMMOLLY 🌟
Don’t miss watching this one 🥰
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Molly’s greatest dream was to perform for the world on stage. Thank you for making it come true, #TEAMMOLLY. Molly’s greatest disappointment was that COVID caused school to close, which meant this was the only live play of the year.
Molly was so proud of “Miracle at Philadelphia” that she brought a copy of the CD and gave it to Justice Sotomayor when she had the honor of meeting her. This is an incredible way for our kids to learn, but we have to fight for the funding for the plays each year.
As long as @jefflantos is willing to keep putting on his plays (he is retired but comes back just for this), I vow to make sure the funding is there. The arts should not be an “extra” that our kids experience if parents raise enough money. They are vital. Every school needs them!
I would greatly disappoint Molly if I didn’t mention her fifth grade teacher, Michelle Conn. Molly was a unique individual, as you all know. She did everything her own way and in her own time. Mrs. Conn “got” her and boosted Molly’s confidence. Molly idolized her 😍
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Truth! White women, even if your husbands support these two, you should not. They are not for us, nor our daughters and sisters. We can’t let them anywhere near the White House. You with me?
Please be respectful in your comments. If you must engage in name calling and insults, please scroll past. This post is for people who want to have a meaningful dialogue and learn from each other. I’m interested in your perspectives and reading any sources you can share to support them. Thank you!
For all the crazies saying I’m not white. Sorry to disappoint you, but I am. 💯 English/Irish. My ancestors fought on both sides of the Civil War.
I am also a real attorney. UCLA Law class of 2002.
I am not an elitist. I grew up poor in CA’s Central Valley. My extended family is from Arkansas and Michigan.
I am married with kids. I lost my fertility due to cancer treatment so I don’t advocate for abortion rights because I want to sleep around. Nobody does. Again, sorry to burst your bubble.
Our medical institutions often compound mental health issues.
I was prescribed the anti-depressant Effexor by an oncological NP for hot flashes from cancer treatment. Also, I was sobbing at an appointment, afraid I was going to die and leave my kids.
A 🧵.
No discussion of how it would affect my brain chemistry or how hard it would be to wean off. It might’ve been a Flintstone vitamin for the amount of care taken.
I later see a psychiatrist because I need to take a new cancer med and Effexor is incompatible. Switch to Lexapro.
Lexapro doesn’t work as well for me, so when I finish my 2 years on the new cancer drug, I switch back to Effexor.
Years later - fast forward to now - I want to taper off entirely. I’m not sure I need it anymore. Psychiatrist says fine and instructs me how to safely do it.
Lord, I’ve had too much trauma in my life, and Vegas is no exception. My paternal grandmother lived here with her husband. Raging alcoholic racists, both of them. I came here during college to see her. I was too young to know better. My dad came with me. They’d been estranged.
My dad married a mentally ill woman whom my grandma hated. But he came with me to surprise his mom. She welcomed him with open arms. My dad was a gambling addict. We borrowed their car to go to the strip. He didn’t want to leave, of course. So we were gone till almost dusk.
These were old people who never drove their car. But they were tanked by the time we got home. And furious that the car had been gone too long. They attacked ME and threw me out of the house. Not him. He didn’t really stand up for me, but he did leave with me.
I became disabled because of cancer and treatment side effects. I’m a lawyer and married to one. Experiencing firsthand how insurance companies are designed to pay as little as possible and how hard you have to battle them, enrages me for everyone who is sick and cannot fight 😡.
If it’s difficult for a white, well-spoken employment lawyer with the means to hire an ERISA expert and whose husband is a litigator, consider what happens when there’s a language barrier. Or no money for an attorney. Or no understanding of how the system works. You’re fucked.
One of the problems is that you can’t file a claim of “bad faith” against an insurer under ERISA. This means that there is financial little downside to improperly denying or cutting off benefits. This is why they can be inhumane with impunity. The law protects them, not us.
We’re grateful for a card from the recipient of Molly’s lungs. Her own lungs were attacked by RA. She was home hooked to an oxygen tank for yr before the transplant. Now she can run after her 2 yr old grandson, and be his guardian when his parents are deployed in the Air Force.
The woman who received Molly’s lungs worked for the airlines for 26 years. She recently studied for and received her real estate license. Molly’s lungs were so strong; she has a new life and a future. She hopes to hear from us, and I hope we can meet her and have a relationship.
It’s hard for me to think of Molly’s organs being harvested. It nearly killed me to leave my baby at the hospital, on life support, and not be able to hold her every second she was on this planet. Hearing from the recipients affirms that we absolutely made the right decision.