On Endings and Forks in the Road

 by Penny Costello

Some endings and pathway changes are planned: a transition from being a student to a graduate to a professional in a chosen field, becoming a parent (and a family), a move to a new home city or state, retirement from a career.

Other navigational shifts can come out of nowhere – job loss due to downsizing and other economic factors, the end of a marriage or committed relationship, a need for change due to illness or injury, or maybe it’s a clear realization that the current path no longer holds the relevance and allure that it once did, and you’re ready for a change or a new adventure, or coming to the decision that there’s a dream you’ve always had, and it’s time to by gosh make it happen.

Life happens, sometimes in harmony with our best laid plans, and sometimes life demands complete abandonment or serious adaptation of those plans.

As regular readers and followers of 5 Women Mayhem know, I’m coming up on the 11^th anniversary of sustaining a traumatic brain injury resulting from a 30-foot fall into a ravine on Thanksgiving Day, 2014. Mary Kay Roth was my first responder that day, and I’m so grateful to her for coming to my aid, and for our 30-year friendship. Over the years since, I’ve learned about and lived with the impacts of TBI, post-concussion syndrome, and I’ve reaped much from both the challenges and benefits encountered and gained along the way.

Some people would call this a “God-Moment”. I call it synchronicity. Three days before I took that plunge into the ravine, I was working at my job as a television producer/director at Nebraska Public Media, on the co-production of a series called “Now What?”, which offered resources and expertise to viewers on elder and dementia care. We did three or four programs a year in this series. That week, we were in production on the episode entitled “Now What: Understanding Brain Injury”. One of the panelists on the panel of experts for that program was a Resource Facilitator for what is now called the Brain Injury Association of Nebraska (BIA-NE). Little did I know that the Universe was equipping me with a toolkit that would serve me well into the future as I navigated my own journey with TBI.

When I think back on the experience of falling into the ravine, there’s a strange distortion of my sense of time. In reality, it took maybe a couple of seconds of airtime before I hit the bottom. In another sense, I remember it in slow motion, almost as if some other force took the wheel and said, ‘You’re on a different path now.’

And that certainly proved to be true. I detailed that pathway shift in a previous post on this blog, titled “On Brain Injuries,Butterflies and Becoming”.

Over the years, I became involved with BIA-NE, serving a couple of terms as a member of the Board of Directors, and in ongoing service as a volunteer support group facilitator. In that time, I’ve learned a lot. One of the stand-out lessons was beautifully summed up by a friend I gained along the journey, who was a former nurse before brain injuries she sustained ended her career.

“If you’ve seen one brain injury, you’ve seen one brain injury,” she told me once. And it’s so true. The range, severity, and impact of symptoms varies with every person. Challenges with executive functions like focus, memory, task initiation and completion are part of the package with what is called Post-Concussion Syndrome.

Sincerely well-intentioned friends and co-workers would do their best to support and encourage me, offering what I have come to know as “the just-need-to’s”:

“You just need to focus…”

“You just need to concentrate…”

And my all-time least favorite, “You just need to get used to your new normal…”

My response to that is, “This isn’t my new normal. I’m forging new pathways.” And I started thinking about launching a t-shirt and bumper sticker line for TBI survivors with that response. Another offering would be, “Sometimes it’s hard to tell if this is a bump in the road, or it’s the road. But it’s a bumpy road.”

Then came the COVID-19 pandemic. I had COVID three times, and after the third time, I noticed that my post-concussion symptoms had become more intense,. Luckily, I had access to great medical care at the same rehabilitation facility I went to following my brain injury, and they were very proactive in developing a post-COVID treatment plan.

There have been blessings along the way as well. As I realized that continuing to work in project management jobs that are very deadline intensive were probably not the best path for me anymore, and I knew I probably needed to explore other new pathways, the pandemic began to lift, and friends wanted to get away, and they needed someone to take care of their pets while they were gone. So, I got into the pet-sitting business. I also continued my training and got certified as a Peer Support Specialist, which eventually led to  a job at the same rehabilitation hospital that I went to for post-concussion therapy after my injury.

Over the past year, I began to notice an increase in brain fatigue, forgetfulness, and other symptoms I needed to get checked out. As I told my doctor, I wanted to know if it was brain injury, Long COVID, or, my worst fear, the onset of dementia.

He referred me to a neurologist, who conducted testing which led to a diagnosis of Cortical Irritability, caused by irregular electrical discharges in my brain which can lead to development of seizures and possibly epilepsy. The best news  was it’s not dementia. The neurologist felt reasonably certain the condition resulted from my brain injury. While I’m not aware of having any seizures in my lifetime, I’ll  have to be on anti-seizure medication for the rest of my life, which I’m getting used to and learning to navigate the side effects and symptoms.

All I can say about this is, I don’t want to get to the end of the book anytime soon, but I also could be very happy not to continue to write new chapters. But, apparently, it’s not up to me to decide that. There’s an old expression, “That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

Now I’m coming to terms with the fact that this is my story, and it’s sticking to me. Over the years,  I have  learned to shift my thinking about those ‘bumps in the road,’ and use them more as navigational aids and road signs. Maybe it’s time to pull over and take a nap. Maybe I need to get something to eat. Maybe I need to drive down a quieter road. And I have found pleasure and purpose in being able to support and help others travel that same bumpy road, and I will continue to do that.

I’ve also learned that, sometimes, we need to release those commitments, habits, or activities that aren’t serving us as they once did. And I really like the term ‘release’ to describe that, because it implies choice to lighten a load, and make room for something new. In that spirit, this will be my farewell post to this blog.

I’ve joked over the years that I am the ‘Mayhem’ in 5 Women Mayhem. I refer to my contributions to the blog as my ‘mercurial meanderings’, and I’m eternally grateful to the amazing women in this group for accommodating me and my struggles.  It’s such an honor to have been included in such esteemed company and collaboration over these years, and to hear from readers and followers who comment and share our posts.

Having grown up in a family very proud of our Irish heritage, it feels appropriate to close with the Irish blessing: “May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.”

I’m grateful for all the roads that have risen to meet me in my life, and I welcome the road ahead, bumps and all. Thank you, my Sister Mavens of Mayhem, and all of our followers and supporters. I am so blessed with your presence on my path.

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Who got it wrong at the town halls?

 

By JoAnne Young

Did Nebraska Congressman Mike Flood get it wrong? 

Did some of the participants in his town hall meetings get it wrong, too? 

Or did I? 

 

Flood says he believes in town hall meetings. He honored his campaign commitment to hold three town halls in Nebraska in spite of Republican party leadership telling him not to do it. Town halls “are real, they’re raw, and they’re as accountable as anything in America,” he told Michael Barbaro of the New York Times “The Daily,” after the last one in Lincoln. 

 

We all know how those three town halls turned out. Shouting, swearing, booing, emotions spilling out, grandstanding. And in between, some good questions that needed a decent answer. 

 

I have to give him credit for holding these meetings, for deciding to go ahead in spite of Republican leaders telling elected officials not to do it because they don’t like the optics. He and Nebraska got national attention for those gatherings, from the New York Times; Fox News; CBS, ABC and NBC News, CNN. 

 

My beef is mainly with whether the town halls are as useful as both he and the participants wish they were. The fault lies on both sides. 

 

The interview Flood did with Barbaro provided the most insight. The Fox News interview was more pandering than anything. 

 

He told Fox News that the people attending the town hall meetings were not “everyday Nebraskans.” 

 

“When I said something to the effect of ‘the heart and soul of working class Americans now runs through the Republican party’ that was a very hard pill to swallow but it is very true. A lot of the folks who are objecting to (Medicaid) work requirements simply aren’t in touch with working class America.” The left, he said, thinks they’re entitled to free health care without having to work for it. 

 

The town hall was performative, and he wasn’t buying it, he said on Fox. 

 

His interview with Barbaro was more interesting. Barbaro asked good questions and I learned that 

Flood grew up with two active Democrat parents, his mother on the state central committee and his dad an elected country attorney in a solid red area of Nebraska. At age 5, when he asked his dad the difference between Democrats and Republicans, his dad told him Democrats were poor and Republicans were rich.

 

“Right there I was like, well, I’m going to be a Republican,” he said. 

 

By age 11, he said, he was supporting state Treasurer Kay Orr for governor and his parents were supporting Helen Boosalis, mayor of Lincoln and first female mayor of any city over 100,000 population in the United States. He worked for Kay at a call center and attended a fundraiser for her two hours from his home. 

 

“I just loved it, I loved everything about it,” he told Barbaro. 

 

Barbaro has an interest in town halls because he spent most of his career covering hundreds of town halls as a political correspondent. “I’ve always seen them as a pretty special part of our political system, a unique chance for elected officials to come face to face with voters, actually answer questions. There’s a built-in accountability system, a chance for voters to evaluate the official for authenticity and candor.” 

 

Flood became a fan of town halls in 2003, before he was elected to the Legislature, when he attended one in Wahoo held by state Sen. Ron Raikes and members of the Legislature’s Education Committee to hear from rural Nebraskans on Raikes’ bill to eliminate all one-room schools across the state. 

 

“I saw tears. I saw screaming. I saw people that were just despondent,” he said. “I was definitely against what he was doing, but he sat there and respectfully listened to everybody, and everybody got their say. And this went on for 3 ½ hours.” 

 

He decided then, being a politician and listening to constituents was the job he wanted. It was powerful to witness people exercising their right to protest, he said. So even when told this year by Republican leaders not to hold those ugly headline producing town halls, despite thinking of himself as a team player, he honored his campaign commitment to do three town halls in 2025, knowing that town halls “are real, they’re raw, and they’re as accountable as anything in America.”

 

That first one in March was held in the shadow of the president’s executive orders, including one to end birthright citizenship, his lawsuits against law firms, trying to put his thumb down on universities, and DOGE’s rampage through federal agencies. Even so, Flood said he had no idea how raucous that town hall in Columbus would get. 

 

People there were angry about Elon Musk, about potential cuts to Medicare, Social Security, jobs. They shouted him down, booed loudly when he said: “I support Elan Musk and the Department of Government Efficiency.” He supported Donald Trump, he said, because he had done more to address the root issues of the country in these few months than the prior president.

 

Speaking to his audience, he told them their high school civics teacher wouldn’t endorse their behavior. A man shouted back: He wouldn’t endorse yours, either. 

 

“I couldn’t have predicted that it would have gone like that,” he said. “And I think when it was over, I was stunned and a little numb. That’s honestly how I felt.” 

 

On the 45-minute drive back to Norfolk, he replayed everything he had seen and heard that night. He processed the participants questions: What was he doing to be real with people about how Trump was breaking the law? When was he and Congress going to take back their responsibility? Why was he doing this to his constituents? What is the purpose of Congress? Why does it even exist? 

 

“Elon Musk gets $40 billion a year in funding from the federal government. Do you think he would cut that before he would cut our Medicare or our Social Security or our jobs?” someone asked. 

 

“I support Elon Musk and the Department of Government Efficiency,” Flood responded. 

 

Boos. 

 

Barbaro asked him: Why do you even exist? Have you spoken out against anything Trump has done in his second term? 

 

The checks and balances Congress was created to provide don’t have to be done on CNN or Fox News, Flood said. 

 

“If I’m going to draw a red line, I’m not going to draw it on TV. I’m going to do it with people that are actually in charge of their part of the government. ... It’s not done for public purposes.” 

 

Barbaro tried to pin him down about anything he had spoken out against. Flood said he spoke out against cuts to the National Weather Services. Those offices, which are vital to our state, are down 40%. “This was a hill to die on for me. This was public safety.” And since, they’ve hired back people that had been fired.

 

When asked if he was afraid to get crosswise with Trump at these meetings, if he can be candid with any disapproval of Trump’s actions, especially in a public room, he said that to do that he had to be convicted and to know where his conference committee was on the issue. You don’t come over the hill with no one.

 

“Do President Trump and I have the same demeanor? Probably not,” he said. Sometimes Trump just says things, like seizing the Panama Canal, and Flood said he doesn’t take the bait, but rather looks at what he is trying to accomplish.  “You don’t get to have a red line every day just because a subset of your constituents are livid about ‘x.’ (Trump) is the leader of the party that I’m in and there’s a balance.” 

 

At the Lincoln town hall, he told those gathered that Trump’s domestic policy bill (titled the Big Beautiful Bill) protects Medicaid for the future, even as it takes it away from an estimated 110,000 Nebraskans, including 53,000 children. He answered a question on how he could vote to cut medical research dollars and food stamps by saying: “We do not have unlimited money in the United States.”

 

Loud boos. 

 

After three town halls, Flood still believes they have value because they are cathartic for people who are upset. And he sees nonverbal agreement with him on issues like Ukraine, and that fascists don’t hold town hall meetings. He sees a communication that can only be seen when he is talking to people who are upset.

 

“It’s good for America that we have Republicans and Democrats that can spend an hour and a half in a room together, and yeah, there’s some shouting and yelling, but I got the chance to say what I wanted to say. I got the chance to explain my votes. I got the chance to essentially debate with a few of my constituents, and they got the chance, in their eyes, to hold me accountable, to tell me how they felt. We all got something out of it.”

 

The town halls were strained, but not representative of where he thinks most people are. Still, he has more in common, he said, with those screaming protesters than he does with the rest of America who thinks that politics is a hobby, and they don’t pay any attention to it. They are only concerned with the bubble they live in.

 

“Every decision I make affects somebody,” he said. “And the lady that’s calling me a fascist is not living in that bubble. She is very invested in her beliefs and where she thinks the country is going. She showed up. And she’s spicy. That’s the town square. That’s politics. That’s what we do.”

 

Except, he turns around and disses the town hall participants to Fox News watchers as “not everyday Nebraskans.” He says those booing and disagreeing are extremists. Performers.

 

I say, town halls should not be a place for name calling, hyperbole and simplification of the issues. On either side. I want real answers to serious questions. Only then can our politicians be held accountable. 

 

Our Nebraska delegation should show up at town halls, should answer our questions there and in letters and emails. They should submit to unbiased interviews. 

 

Their work may go on behind the scenes, as Flood says. But how would we know? We need them out in the open and public.  

 

He told NPR’s Steve Inskeep: “I want the medical research. I want it in there. I want America to lead the way here.” 

 

Let’s hold him to it. Make him show us the waste, fraud and abuse he claims exists in social programs. And stop the sound bites on both sides. 

 

 

 

 

 

What's ahead...and who's responsible?

 

By Mary Reiman

“We are all blind on some level to our own moral formation, the factors that shape our ethical selves.”

Sometimes a book is recommended just when I need it…or when I need to learn something. That happened to me this month. Thanks to Cindy and Denise, I read Culpability. Culpability: the responsibility for wrongdoing or failure. Another one of those words I doubt I have ever used, can hardly spell, and does not roll off my tongue when trying to tell someone what I am reading. Written by Bruce Holsinger, it is realistic fiction. Too realistic.

Capturing my attention on the first page:

“And this, I propose, is the inhuman soul of the algorithm. It may think for us, it may work for us, it may organize our lives for us. But the algorithm will never bleed for us. The algorithm will never suffer for us. The algorithm will never mourn for us. In this refusal lies the essence of its moral being.” 

Now that’s the way to entice this reader to continue reading! 

Throughout the story, I was reminded of the often-used phrase…who’s responsible? With every news report, it seems more and more we ask ourselves that question.

In this novel we are led to question who caused the accident. The detectives analyzed the DVF (Digital Vehicle Forensics). DVF is the feature on many new vehicles which tracks movements in the vehicle as well as the driver’s reactions.

What did each family member see, or what do we think they saw, when they were gazing out the window driving down the highway? Maybe they weren’t gazing out the window. Maybe they were texting, playing games on their phones, writing emails, or sleeping. 

Autonomous cars, as well as drones, are designed and programmed to take into account an amazingly great number of scenarios based on the question…what if? 

If all goes awry, if there is an accident, who is responsible? Who do we blame?  The driver? The owner of the driverless automobile? Or the designer of the algorithm who created the driverless automobile? 

“We must always take responsibility for our own mistakes. Yet in this new age of intelligent machines, we must also take responsibility for theirs.”

Have you noticed that a response from AI is now the first result whenever we ask Google a question. I asked: What is Artificial Intelligence? The answer: Artificial intelligence (AI) is the simulation of human intelligence in machines, enabling them to perform tasks like learning, reasoning, and problem-solving. AI systems, such as machine learning and deep learning models, learn from data to recognize patterns and make decisions, rather than relying on explicit programming. AI is already a part of everyday life.

Do we hold AI accountable if the answer given doesn't give us a solution to our problem? Or if it’s the wrong solution. Will we now begin blaming AI for everything? We seem to be living in a blaming society. Blaming…and then firing, or getting rid of the people who don't agree with you. 

And drones, who is using them and for what purpose? Yes, there have been various types of drones in our skies for many years. 

The AI overview from Google, when asked if a drone is an example of AI? Drones increasingly utilize Artificial Intelligence (AI) for various functionalities. AI enhances drone capabilities in areas like navigation, obstacle avoidance, object recognition, and autonomous decision-making. This integration allows for more sophisticated and efficient drone operations across diverse applications, from industrial inspections to delivery services.

This week Elon Musk filed an antitrust lawsuit against Apple and OpenAI alleging the two companies are teaming up to eliminate competition in artificial intelligence. Also, we learned about a Lincoln business, Drone Amplified, that is working to stop wildfires. 

Every day we see another use of AI and/or drones. Do we have a love/hate relationship with them? 

I want to blame some type of artificial intelligence for everything….

Is AI ordering a review of the historical exhibits from the Smithsonian Museums? 

Did AI recommend that McCook, Nebraska be the site of an immigration detention camp?

Did AI suggest that women should not have the right to vote?

Whose drone is in the air? Are they watching us? If so, why?

Culpability is also woven into this family’s story by questioning the responsibilities of parents, the interactions of family, and the question of obligations and secrets. “A secret can be more wounding than a lie.” 

Recent news reports indicate teens are turning to AI for friendship, as reported in the Lincoln Journal Star on July 26th. Do parents have conversations with their children about 'digital friends'?

What would we do to save our children? How many safety protocols should be in place? How do we even define ‘safety protocols’ in today’s world? 

Three of my great nephews are students at a Catholic elementary school. Their ages are 11, 8 and 6. They are boys filled with joy and innocence and goodness. I think of them often, but differently this week. Like all of us, I worry.

How do we hold ourselves accountable and take action against the many atrocities of each day? 

What’s ahead…and who's responsible?

Dear Governor Pillen...About that Detention Center

 By Marilyn Moore

Dear Governor Pillen,

The United States flag flies proudly on Memorial Day at the cemetery in Bartley, Nebraska, a village on the east edge of Red Willow County, just a few miles down the road from McCook.  My parents are buried there, having lived and farmed there all their lives.  I grew up on the family farm, about thirteen miles south of Bartley, and I own some farmland there, which my nephew farms for me.  While I have lived in Lincoln all my adult life, I consider that farm, and the surrounding countryside, to be my soul home…prairies and plains, crop land and pasture.  

So I paid special attention to the announcement of the proposed opening of an ICE detention center in McCook, because it’s close to home, and in Nebraska, that matters.

I know you’ve been receiving a lot of communication following your announcement that the Work Ethic Camp in McCook will be repurposed as an ICE detention camp.  Nebraskans have strong feelings about this action, and I’m sure you’re hearing them.  I suspect the comments have been across the political spectrum, with some Nebraskans saluting the state for joining President Trump’s vow to deport millions of persons who are in the country without legal documentation, and others expressing outrage that our state would join an effort that has divided families, ignored constitutional rights, and terrorized communities.  Just so you know up front, I’m with the second group.

I raise all the policy and organizational questions that others have raised:

* Can the governor just change a Nebraska facility and program that was established and funded by the legislature?  Is this constitutional?

* With a prison system that’s already among the most overcrowded in the country, why are we giving prison space to a non-Nebraska program?

* There was a significant effort to build relationships with the people of McCook before the Work Ethic Camp opened.  Why was there no such effort this time?  A conversation with the mayor a couple of days before the press conference belittles the community and its residents.

* How is a facility that was designed for 200 men going to be remodeled to hold 300 people?  And those people?  Men, women, children, families?  Evidently that is not known….

* And speaking of the people to be housed here, President Trump and DHS Noem have said this deportation effort is to focus on “the worst of the worst,” while Nebraska’s Director of the Department of Correctional Services says that only low-level offenders will be housed here.  Which is it?  

* And if they’re the “worst of the worst,” that would imply they’ve already been charged and convicted with a high-level crime, so why aren’t they housed in the prison of the jurisdiction where they were tried and convicted?  Why be transferred to McCook?

* If they’re low-level offenders, that’s probably code speak for “no crime committed at all,” so why are they being detained?  If they’ve been charged with a crime, and being held without bail, which would be unusual for a person charged with a low-level crime, why aren’t they being held in the jail of the jurisdiction where the crime was committed and the trial will be held?

* I suspect the persons to be held in this facility are neither of the above; they will be persons swept up in ICE raids of packing plants or roofing businesses or agricultural fields.  In other words, people doing hard work, honorable work, work that matters a lot to the economy of Nebraska.  Is that really the look you want for our state?  And how does that make Nebraska safer?

* Courts at every level have ruled that persons who are detained for being in the US without legal authorization are entitled to all elements of due process, which includes the right to receive legal counsel.  Are there sufficient attorneys in Red Willow County to provide this constitutionally guaranteed representation?  Is the State of Nebraska going to assure that legal counsel is available?  

I care about all the issues and questions I’ve raised above, but what I really want to ask you about is the language that is used in talking about immigrants and refugees, whatever their status in the country.  From the moment that Donald Trump descended his gold escalator in 2015 and declared something to the effect that “Mexico isn’t sending us their best; they’re sending us murderers, they’re sending us rapists, they’re sending us drug dealers,” the language of some candidates, some public officers, and some members of the public has become increasingly coarse, punitive, harsh, and dehumanizing.  In short, it’s language that bullies, language that demeans.  

Take the phrase, “worst of the worst.”  That implies people who are truly monsters.  And there may be a few in the millions of immigrants in this country.   But it’s been applied to every one of the people sent to El Salvador, even though the vast majority of those men had no criminal conviction of any kind.  The same phrase has been used to describe the persons being held in the detention center in Florida; again, the majority have no criminal record.  That’s hardly “the worst of the worst,” unless, of course, the intent is to paint a picture that every immigrant who is here without documentation is a monster…and I fear that may be the intent.  

The tricky thing about name-calling is that it often spreads beyond the original target.  Because some persons without legal documentation have been charged with crimes, some residents may come to believe that all immigrants, those here legally and those here without authorization, are dangerous, or a threat, or lazy, or a sex trafficker, or a drug trafficker, or a terrorist, or any other label that is used by a public official.  And that’s not only incorrect, it’s just wrong.  You know, I know you know, that the crime rate in the immigrant population is significantly lower than the crime rate in the non-immigrant population.  I’m far more likely to be assaulted, or have my car stolen, by another long-time resident of Lincoln than by a member of our many immigrant communities in Lincoln.  (And I’m not worried about either; the crime rate in Lincoln is low and getting lower.) But language has created in the eyes of many an “other,” immigrants who are a threat to public safety.

I wonder, Governor, if you’ve thought about the children of those you describe as “criminal, illegal aliens.” That may be the way that you see the people who will be rounded up and brought to the ICE detention center in McCook, but to their children, many of whom are US citizens, they are Mom and Dad.  You have said often that there is no more important thing Nebraska can do than to take care of our kids…the children of immigrants are our kids, too.  Will they be cared for when their parents are in the detention center?  

And speaking of language, I must raise the name of Cornhusker Clink, following in the tradition of “Alligator Alcatraz.”  I don’t know if these names are meant to be funny, or cruel, or sardonic, or cute…but I have to say they are awful.  Again, they demean the people who are sent there. As the sheriff of Red Willow County noted, the word “clink” is the label used by the Nazis for prisons during WWII. Not an association I would be proud to make with “Cornhusker.”

Finally, Governor, I would ask that you use language that affirms the basic human dignity of all.  I know that you are a person of faith…as am I. Your faith tradition is Catholic, mine is United Methodist.  Both of our bishops have issued statements about the proposed detention center; both are concerned.  

Bishop James Conley of the Catholic Diocese of Lincoln writes, “Finally, we must never forget: every person – whether an immigrant or not, documented or not – is a human being made in the image and likeness of God.  This human dignity must be recognized and respected.  Let us constantly see each other with the eyes of Jesus Christ, who looks mercifully and lovingly upon each one of us.” The Rev. Dr. David Wilson, Bishop of the Great Plains Conference of the United Methodist Church, says, “What is clear to me, and I hope to you as well, is that people should be treated with dignity….these are real people created in the image of our Creator God.  Flippant comments about this facility being the ‘Cornhusker Clink’ are not cute, nor are they funny.  They dehumanize the people who will be detained there….”  

Perhaps Bishop Conley and Bishop Wilson have the words from Leviticus 19:33-34 in mind:  “When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them.  The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born.  Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt.  I am the LORD your God.” Your words are heard, Governor; they are reported and repeated.  You have an opportunity to demonstrate and affirm the dignity of all persons…and model such language for all of us.  

A challenge, Governor.  Could we shift the perspective on 11 million immigrants?  Away from finding and deporting them, to finding a way for most of them to reside legally in the US.  We know that the persons in this group in Nebraska are for the most part hard-working people, parents of children, who want to provide for their families.  They are doing jobs that need to be done…and they are the source of any growth our population is experiencing.  A Gallup Poll from June 2025 indicates that more than 75% of Americans favor a path for citizenship for persons who are not legally here if they meet certain criteria over time.  How about re-directing some of the energy and money presently used in apprehension, detention, and deportation to creating such a path?  That would serve Nebraska agriculture, Nebraska industry, Nebraska schools and communities.  It would be, in a phrase, “Nebraska nice.” 

Sincerely,

Marilyn Moore

Ahh, the summer of orange-cone discontent … gotta laugh

 By Mary Kay Roth

This time I think I’ll make it.  I’ll create a thoughtful, strategic plan and map my journey.  I am a smart, efficient woman.  I can do this.

I close my eyes and try to picture the route. Which streets are open and which ones are closed?  Which ones go one way, which ones go another?  Where can’t I turn left?  Where will I least likely mow down a row of orange cones?

I ease my way onto Lincoln’s streets and head toward my destination.   

And yet.  

Despite all my detailed plotting and planning, somewhere along the way, an unexpected street is padlocked. Foiled. Dead-ended. Doomed.  Once again.

Welcome to the summer of discontent.

Yeah, yeah, I recognize that my glorious fellow Mayhem bloggers recently have written about solemn topics that focus on the plight of the country and the state of public programming.  

Apologies. This blog is nothing like that.

It’s about the silly, maddening state of this particular summer of street construction.   

Good grief, what’s happening out there?   

I’m a native Lincoln woman, a pretty mild-mannered gal, who loves this city and respects the responsible stewardship and maintenance of its infrastructure. I’m also not a person who let’s rush hour send me into fits of despair.  

In fact, since 2019, the city has improved or constructed 194 lane miles of arterial streets and 162 lane miles of residential streets, making up $309.5 million in transportation infrastructure investments.

Yet this summer brings me to my knees with more bottlenecks, traffic tie-ups and circles of hell – than I’ve ever encountered in my community.  

I’m not alone.

One local blogger celebrated the new helpful street construction graphic with this observation: “The city of Lincoln just released the new street closure map that goes into effect June 9th. The city is requesting you to charter a helicopter, dig tunnels, or teleport, should you need to leave your house.”

Another local citizen is practically becoming famous with a series of videos that depict the trials of driving through the city – created by someone who cruises about our community and narrates with a British accent:

• “Welcome to Lincoln’s death triangle – 40th and Normal – now featuring new levels of rage.”
• “Hmm, Lincoln traffic or the final lap of Mario Kart? Hard to tell.
• “And here we are at Lincoln’s favorite psychological experiment, 56th and Pioneers, where there are no left turns, both directions … So, this brave soul in front of me, full-on left turn, no signal, no shame.  Other drivers are very displeased.”

And then there’s the guy who says: “I’ve never seen so many construction signs and I think I could save the government some money. Just buy two road signs that say ‘No Road Construction Ahead’ and put them near the two places where there isn’t any work going on. I haven’t seen those two places, but I’m sure they’ve got to exist.”

Trust me, it’s tricky out there.

Entering Holmes Lake is a challenge in critical thinking.  

I’ve started to believe that landing at Deb’s Market – just across Nebraska Parkway – is like getting to the promised land.

And there are countless times this summer I have stumbled into construction debacles due to simultaneous closures in the same area – times, for instance, I couldn’t get through 40th or 48th streets, 56th was a disaster, and then – holy smokes – they decided to close A and Randolph.

Meanwhile, don’t get me started on Normal Boulevard which has been closed off and on for more than a year now.  One moment one part is closed, and another is open.  Then they open up the part that was closed.  And then – lo and behold – they re-close the one they’ve previously opened.  

Realistically, I figure people have probably been complaining about road construction since the very oldest paved street in the world – the Lake Moeris Quarry Road in Egypt – was created sometime between 2500 and 2100 BC.  The ancient street facilitated the transport of stone for pyramid construction, and I have no doubt citizens at the time had their complaints – perhaps about personally having to haul the stones on their backs.

Makes my whining seem ridiculous.

To be fair, I do recognize Nebraska climate limits construction work to April through October – and that projects must work around school hours and Husker football. 

And we have wonderful city officials who have been honest in giving us fair warning.

* “The sun is shining, the squirrels are frolicking, the birds are chirping – and orange cones are out,” said Lincoln Chamber of Commerce President and CEO Jason Ball. “And so, it’s again the time of year where I like to remind everybody that this is a great sign of progress.”

* Mayor Leirion Gaylor Baird likes to refer to the orange cones of progress as investing in our community, explaining that 19 major summer construction projects are planned across town this summer fixing up 54 lane miles of arterial streets and nearly 14 lane miles of residential streets across the city’s four quadrants. 

Trust me, I’m for community investment.  But I do wonder why this particular summer seems so much trickier and challenging. Why does it seem like clusters of streets in the same area of town are closed at the same time?  Why does it sometimes seem like the same stretch of street keeps getting torn up?  Why are people sitting in traffic jams when some construction sites look empty? 

According to news articles, Liz Elliott, director of Transportation and Utilities for Lincoln, says the strategy for picking out places that need improvement comes from working with the Advisory Committee on Transportation, looking at factors like pavement and infrastructure conditions, as well as other construction in the area. 

“We also look at the timing of all the projects,” she said. “We don’t want to just be in one area, we want to minimize that impact, so we try to coordinate geographically where projects are.”

Really, truly, I’m a believer.

But this summer I have been switching streets so often it feels like zig-zagging on switchbacks when I climb trails in Rocky Mountain National Park, often resorting – forgive me – to illegal U-turns and “detours” through private parking lots.

Gaylor Baird says: "Well-maintained streets enhance public safety, spur economic growth and contribute to our high quality of life.”

Totally agree with our excellent mayor.  I just wish I could find my way to the grocery store.

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Putting the “Public” in Public Broadcasting

By Penny Costello

There’s a whole lot going on these days. Civil and political discord, economic upheaval, uncertainty on so many fronts, and, well, in a word, mayhem. It would seem our better angels have gone on sabbatical. After enjoying a 22-year career in public broadcasting in Nebraska, and being given the opportunity to capture that history and share it with viewers, listeners, and supporters in many ways over the years, I feel a great sense of gratitude that I had the opportunity to be part of that world, and to be able to experience Nebraska through that lens.

So, when I read the announcement that the Corporation for Public Broadcasting (CPB) would be shutting down operations at the end of September, I was both heartbroken and flabbergasted. Apparently, we’re not living in Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood anymore, and it’s definitely not a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

In its article “What the Corporation for Public Broadcasting Shutting Down Means for PBS And NPR”, Time magazine explains the ramifications of federal funding recissions for public media, especially in rural areas.

“Without CPB grants, some stations may be forced to reduce staff, cut programming, or shut down altogether. That could have a significant impact in smaller communities, where public media stations are often among the few remaining sources of local journalism. Researchers have classified many rural areas as “news deserts” due to the decline of local newspapers and commercial outlets. Public broadcasters have filled that gap in many communities by providing access to local news coverage, educational content, and emergency alerts.”

On a more positive note, public response in many areas has been to increase donations to their local stations, but that doesn’t replace the role that CPB has filled since 1967. That role includes providing funding to stations for operations and content development, production, and distribution. CPB also supports independent media production throughout the country through the Independent Television Service (ITVS). Carrie Lozano, President and CEO of ITVS made this very powerful statement about the importance of public media and support of documentary filmmakers to our democracy. It also includes support and distribution through the National Multicultural Alliance, a group of five organizations providing services for multicultural storytellers.  VisionMaker Media is part of the National Multicultural Alliance, and is headquartered in Lincoln at Nebraska Public Media. VisionMaker  supports the work of Indigenous content producers throughout the country. 

I retired from my role at Nebraska Public Media in 2018. On my last day there, my grandson began his first day as a freelance studio production crew member, and he has since joined the staff as a full-time Production Specialist. That certainly deepens the fondness and sense of legacy I have with this organization, and my commitment to see that it continues to thrive. I’ll be increasing my financial support, and I have faith that NPM will prevail, evolve, and continue.

Over the entrance to the Nebraska State Capitol is inscribed the famous quote by Hartley Burr Alexander, “The salvation of the state is the watchfulness of the citizen.” Nebraska Public Media has supported and facilitated our watchfulness for nearly 70 years. Now public media needs our watchfulness and support more than ever. We are the “Public” in “Public Media”.

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August Potpourri

There’s a whole lot going on these days. Civil and political discord, extreme weather, and, well, humans being human. Join us on a heartfelt and heart-filled, circuitous ramble through the fields of Mayhem.

The Loss of Those Girls ...
 By JoAnne Young

 It’s been a month now since 27 young girls and camp counselors died in an explosion of water through Camp Mystic in Texas. The flooding of the Guadalupe River took many more lives in that tragic July 4 storm, but it is the children --  those girls -- I can’t stop thinking about.

 We’ve seen pictures now of many of them, all freckles and ponytails, beaded necklaces and adult and baby teeth shining through 8-year-old smiles. They are the girls who could have someday become scientists or doctors, special education teachers, mothers, maybe heroes. They could have added so much to a needy world.

Scott Simon of NPR in a tribute said this: “We think of the years that should have been ahead of them, filled with laughter, learning, friends, new adventures, fun, frustration, love and heartbreak and love again.”

I also think about the soul deep grief of their parents and grandparents, family and friends left to imagine these darling children being carried away, out of reach, too fast to rescue. Parents who kissed them good-bye just days before and told them not to be nervous, to have fun. 

Other children died outside of the camp in that flood, and some children who survived lost their parents. I’m thinking of them, too. And there are the two Nebraska girls who died Tuesday with their father in a horrific explosion at a plant in Fremont, Hayven Danielson, who was 12, and her sister Fayeah, 8.

We know the deep hole they all leave in their families’ lives. What we will never know is what our country and our world will have lost with their absence. 

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A Summer’s Gift
Mary Kay Roth

I’ve never done an accurate job describing the sound of cicadas. 

A crescendo of buzzing voices. A cadence of rhythmic, high-pitched whines. A symphony of clicks, drones, whirrs, hisses. 

But perhaps words don’t really matter, because for me cicadas are simply the sound of summer. 

Once upon a time I listened randomly.  Nowadays I head outside each evening, around dusk, with a cup of tea or a glass of wine. 

Listening. 

To the bass of a bullfrog, the whoosh of sprinklers, the splash of kids in a pool, the call of their parents telling them it’s late. 

Distant thunder. The jingle of an ice cream truck. The faraway chords of an outdoor concert, buzzing lawnmowers, trilling meadowlarks. 

And cicadas. 

Their famous sound only emanates from the guys, using special structures called tymbals, located below each side of the front abdomen. The tymbals contain a series of ribs that buckle one after the other when the cicada flexes its muscles – and every time a rib buckles, the rib produces a click. 

In fact, the legendary insect song has been featured in literature as early as Homer’s Iliad.  Specifically, the elderly Trojan counselors are described as fluent orators, sitting on the tower “like cicadas that chirrup delicately from the boughs of some high tree in a wood.” 

I’ve always thought their cry was a little sad, perhaps foreshadowing the close of summer. According to legend, cicadas are filled with the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because they never wrote the poems they wanted to.

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The Season for Good Eating  
by Marilyn Moore 

Mom was a gardener.  She planted, nurtured, watered, weeded, harvested, and preserved most of the food we would eat year-round.  It was a lot of work.  She liked it…I think it was the sheer satisfaction of seeing plants grow, knowing that the harvest would provide for our family.  Most of the year, we ate the summer produce that she had canned or frozen.  But in the summer….well, as Mom said, “It’s the season for good eating.”

 I’m not that gardener.  And because of transportation and storage and imports from around the world, we can buy fresh produce in the local supermarket all year long.  Still, it’s not the same; that tomato that was grown somewhere, harvested green, packed and refrigerated and shipped to Lincoln, is not the tomato that comes off the plant in your own garden, or your neighbor’s garden, or from the local farmer who is selling at the farmers’ market.

 So August is a celebration, a season of good eating.  On my kitchen counter now, Colorado peaches.  Naber’s sweet corn.  Tomatoes from the farmer’s market.  In the upcoming days, BLT’s.  Cherry tomato salad.  Peach pie.  Peach cobbler.  Corn on the cob with nearly every meal. Some new recipes, some from my mom’s recipe box.  All of it good, all of it fresh, all of it a reminder that this season of good eating nourishes my physical body and my spiritual body.  It’s another tie this urban dweller can make to the soil, the sun, the rain, the seed, upon which all life depends.  

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Exercise?

By Mary Reiman

 What moves me? Stretching...literally.  Not stretching my mind, stretching my body.   Years ago, I didn’t feel the need to work out the kinks early in the morning. Now I am   fascinated by those exercise reels where they make everything look so easy. At full   speed, they are swinging their arms around the heads and doing crunches touching   knees to nose...and all the time they are smiling! That doesn’t happen in my world.   However, it is amazing how a two-minute series of stretches, first thing in the morning,   can set the tone for the day. Time well spent.

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Finding Pawsitivity & Purrpose as a Petsitter

By Penny Costello

I am a crazy dog lady. I have often joked that my true purpose in life is to be a human dog bed, but that I need to figure out how to get paid for it. Apparently, the Universe has been listening and responded.

Regular readers of this blog know my story of sustaining a traumatic brain injury after falling headfirst into a ravine almost 11 years ago. Before that, my career trajectory was based on very timeline and deadline intensive pursuits, including event management, television production, and grantwriting. Over time, it became apparent that the demands of those deadline intensive pursuits were no longer a good fit. Traumatic brain injuries can wreak havoc with executive skills like planning, task initiation and completion. Ten years later, these are still impacts that I grapple with. I’ve made progress over the years, and I’ve also learned that sometimes it’s better to not set myself or esteemed co-workers up for that kind of stress and exasperation. Instead, I chose to resign from the grantwriting job, and forge new pathways.

That’s where the Universe and human dog bed thing came in. A couple of former co-workers had plans to go on vacation, and they asked me if I could take care of their dogs while they were gone. I happily accepted. Over time, and through word-of-mouth, my client base, and membership in The Good Dog Club has expanded, and my aspiration to be a human dog bed has come to fruition.

So many sweet, snuggly pups give me joy and friendship. And the opportunity to provide peace of mind and comfort to their humans, knowing their fur babies are safe and loved is incredibly gratifying. My circle of human friends has grown, and housesitting for people and their pets provides a nice change of scene from time to time.

Sometimes the bumpy roads and unexpected turns can lead to wondrous places. I’ll continue to look forward to whatever is around the next turn.

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