My goal for The Socratic Project was to create safe avenues of conversation about difficult subjects, and for 2 years, you’ve been kind enough to take part.
Thank you for your support and your encouragement along the way. Now it is time to begin a new chapter, and I hope you will be a part of that as well.
My first novel–Suraiya Jafari, An American President–-about an Indian-American Muslim Congresswoman who accidentally becomes the U.S. President, is now available here.
Suraiya, a Republican and former Marine lawyer, is serving as the House Minority Leader in 2022 when the vice president is charged with fraud and forced to step down.
Suraiya is tapped to be vice president in an effort to rebrand the party. Then the president dies, and Suraiya moves into the Oval Office.
Thereafter she deals with distrust from her own party, sabotage from her political rivals, and even the threat of a third world war, all while coming to terms with how others try to define her and figuring out how she defines herself.
Also, visit me and my friends anytime at cindymoy.com. We talk about books and politics and random musings.
By Cindy Moy: I grew up a country girl, with my car radio tuned to two different country music stations. I’m also a Toby Keith fan, so when one of his songs came on the radio, I turned up the volume.
One line in the song, American Ride, gave me pause: Tidal wave comin’ cross the Mexican border.
My guess is that the line refers to illegal immigration from our southern neighbors. Thousands of illegal immigrants from other countries (Canada and Germany, for instance) live in the U.S., though, but those countries did not make it into the song.
Are we afraid of illegal immigration, or are we afraid of Mexicans? Continue reading
By Cindy Moy: Researchers at Dartmouth College and the University of Pennsylvania set out to discover whether people found more happiness in extraordinary experiences or in ordinary experiences.
For example, would a week long vacation to Hawaii give a person as much happiness as a frappucino? Apparently, yes, which makes me wonder who the heck the researchers talked to for the survey.
The study showed that for younger people, extraordinary moments caused just as much happiness as ordinary moments. But for older people, the ordinary moments were more highly valued. Why? Continue reading
By Sam Stern: One of my earliest movie memories is being befuddled watching the 1960 screen adaptation of Inherit the Wind, a fictionalized telling of the 1925 Scopes “Monkey Trial.”
The movie, based on the trial which resulted in John T. Scopes’ conviction for teaching Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution to a high school science class, contrary to aTennessee state law, probably aired on television in 1964 when I was 12.
While I missed the parable about McCarthyism, which the country had recently survived, I was familiar with Darwin’s theory of evolution. I could not believe that someone could be criminally prosecuted in 20th century America for teaching science in a public school classroom. My young mind cheered when the character based on William Jennings Bryant became flustered by Clarence Darrow’s cross-examination, caught up by contradictions in “God’s Word.”
By 12, I was an avid reader. I had been attending Hebrew School five days a week and Junior Congregation at our synagogue on Saturday for several years. I understood the concept of faith and the power of Biblical (Five Books of Moses) lessons. Continue reading
By Cindy Moy: Parenting is hard, and it doesn’t get easier after doing it for 20 years, so here are a few tidbits of wisdom I’ve gained along the way. Please share any things you’ve learned in the comments section below.
Lessons Learned From Adopting a Special Needs Baby
When a doctor tells you that the best you can hope for is that your child will be slow, and that you should turn down the adoption referral, carefully consider what adopting this child will mean for your life.
Special needs babies can grow up to be math prodigies that tell math jokes that you–a reasonably intelligent person–do not understand.
Babies are babies. Adopted or biological, you never know what you’re going to get. And neither do they.
Lessons Learned From Being Elbow-Knee in Diapers Continue reading
By Sam Stern: I am not much of a philosopher but days like this one demand some big picture reflection. It occurs to me that I’ve entered a sector in the Circle of Life that is going to involve acknowledging mortality and saying a lot of goodbyes.
Because being upright and in a position to face the emotional challenges of the end-of-life sector is better than the alternative, I need to find, and share, a coping mechanism to serve me and minimize the pain of loss.
Recently I attended the funeral of Joan Mondale, our former Second Lady. I did not know her well, other than from her public persona. But one meeting in particular amounted to more than exchanging pleasantries at mutually attended political functions and I wanted to demonstrate the depth of my appreciation by paying my respects through my attendance at the funeral. Continue reading
By Cindy Moy: The Husband, an American of Chinese descent, and I attended a wedding in a small town in Ohio. Everyone was wonderful to us for three days. One night we were walking back to our car with my in-laws and passed three teenage boys, sitting in a doorway along the sidewalk, drinking beer. I knew what was coming.
They took one look at my family and began making karate chop noises.
My husband ignored them.
My in-laws ignored them.
I was upset.
When we got back to the hotel my husband said, “I can remember this weekend for the dozens of truly nice people we’ve met, or I can remember it for three drunken idiots on a sidewalk.”
The Husband was able to take away the power those teenage twits had used to try to intimidate him. Continue reading
By Sam Stern:
Dearest Beloved Grandson,
Although you are still in utero, I thought it might be a good time to start sharing life lessons for you to use as guidance in the years to come.
Lesson 1. Read. Learn to read. Love to read. I’m going to be up past my bedtime writing this tonight. If you are going to ignore Lesson 1, there’s no point in my bothering. Your Papa (me) started reading voraciously at a very young age.
As a result, I was able to travel through time and space from the comfort of my home. My vocabulary developed without having to resort to flashcards. My imagination flourished and I developed a moral compass from the stories I devoured rather than from sustaining a lot of negative reinforcement after blindly straying.
As a side benefit, if we think you’re precocious, we’ll give you extra attention. I spent hours playing Scrabble with your great-grandmother Pearl from the age of 8 or so on. I’ll never forget the joy she expressed when I was able to beat her. I look forward to experiencing the same joy sitting across the table from you.
You may be thinking that these benefits are too deferred. After all, I had to pore through some World Books, the Wikipedia of my day, to develop that vocabulary. Here’s a more immediate benefit. We’ll leave you alone while you’re reading and exercising your mind. Continue reading
By Cindy Moy: The best part of being adopted is that when my family annoys me, I can disclaim any part of the gene pool.
You wouldn’t believe how often I give thanks that my siblings and parents and I don’t share genetics. The downside is that my true genetic makeup is a mystery. That’s where the National Geographic Genographic Project comes in.
The Project traces DNA markers from volunteers such as myself back 180,000 years. All women alive today can be traced to one woman in Africa, nicknamed by scientists as Mitochondrial Eve, and all men can be traced to one man in Africa, nicknamed Mitochondrial Adam. (The website goes into quite a bit of detail, some of which I can’t even pretend to understand.)
I ordered a DNA kit, which requires two cheek swabs, sent in the saliva samples, and awaited word on where my ancestors originated. Eight weeks later, the results were ready. Continue reading
By C.E. Alexander: Visit your favorite internet search engine and begin typing “the U.S. presidential primary system is—.” What adjectives does the auto-fill have to offer? Broken? Expensive? Undemocratic?
However convoluted, the primary season is a necessary precursor to the general presidential contest. It is held every four years starting in January of the election year, culminating in the national party conventions, during which delegates from each party narrow their fields of hopefuls to two: the party’s presidential and vice-presidential candidates.
The Republican and Democratic conventions get most of the media coverage, but for example the Libertarian, Green and Reform parties all held notable national conventions in 2012.
Even the term primary system is a slight misnomer, as voters elect candidate-specific delegates by means of open primary, closed primary, or caucus, depending on their state of residence. Some states may be stripped of their delegates for various reasons, while other delegates may be unpledged, meaning they are not candidate-specific and may vote how they choose. Continue reading