THREESOME! JOHN BOY, NELLIE OLSON, AND ME

I never intended for these essays to be a confessional, a lurid tell-all, but I do feel I am among friends here.

(Sigh)

When I do not have an early morning appointment, I will rise early, get the family off to work and school, grab my coffee and watch back-to back episodes of The Waltons and Little House on the Prairie.

There. It’s all out in the open. I now feel that a weight has been lifted.

Now let me be clear. I like the early Waltons where Momma was still healthy and not in the sanatorium, when Grandpa was alive, before Grandma had a stroke, and before Elizabeth had any love interests. Yes, life was as it should be on Walton’s Mountain.

The same goes for Little House. My favorites are before Mary’s blindness and the addition of kids to Pa and Ma’s family. And before Nellie reached puberty.

This morning, cheating was the topic on Little House. Nellie Olsen was tutoring the schoolteacher’s son, Andy, who was struggling in his subjects. And who better than Nellie? She was the top student in her class.

The problem, however, was that Nellie was cheating her way through school and she quickly found a lackey who would continue to keep up this wayward behavior. As the drama unfolded and teetered between right and wrong, our heroine, Half-Pint, confronted Andy, then blew the whistle on Nellie and once again, good triumphed over evil. Boy, that Michael Landon knew how to tell a story.

So why do I watch? I watch The Waltons because I remember watching the episodes while I was growing up. I never watched the first-run episodes of Little House, maybe because I thought they were “girly” and my pre-pubescent ego could not tolerate that. But today I watch both shows because there is a clear, well-defined beginning, middle and end. I watch both shows because there is hope in those final 5 or 6 minutes. I watch both shows, because in our post-9/11 realities, it’s nice to snuggle up in a comfy chair, with a cup of hot coffee and lose myself in a very different, yet not entirely easier world.

As we struggle today to keep our families together, as we struggle to define exactly what a family is, I look to Walton’s Mountain and Walnut Grove to remind me that we can still achieve what they had. We may be of different political/social persuasions. We may be living in different parts of the country and the world, but in those 40-50 minutes each week, we continue to learn from Charles and Caroline and Olivia and John (courtesy of The Hallmark Channel): if we work hard enough and don’t look for the quick-fix, our marriages, our relationships, our children will certainly have the lives we were all intended to have.

Happy Thanksgiving.

PARDON ME, BUT YOUR HOPE IS SHOWING

Obtaining mental health services in Manhattan is pretty easy--basically all you need to do is follow a group of very serious-looking, intense people into a non-descript office building--like mine in Chelsea--these people are probably psychotherapists.

I have discovered that “they” (I don’t know who they are--they won’t tell me) tend to crowd the mental health practitioners together into these spaces--comeraderie? marginalization of the mental health professionals? fear of spreading too many good feeling throughout the streets? I don’t know.

So, on the day after THE ELECTION, I was waiting for the elevator in my non-descript office building and an attractive, middle-aged woman sizes me up and in an “only in New York” manner says to me,”So-you a shrink?”

I looks at her and says--I mean I looked at her and said--”I guess I am.”

We spent a very slow 6-floor ride with her telling me about the poor state of affairs as it relates to our young people in this city--the cursing, the lack of direction, blah, blah, blah. I gazed at her blankly, thanking my Higher Power that she was not my patient, and when the elevator door opened on my floor, I replied, “Well, we can only hope now that we have a new President that he will give young people something to latch onto.”

She looked at me with utter disgust--”What kind of shrink ARE you?”

I looked back at her and replied, “One with hope.”

Forgive me, but WTF????

Why are we so afraid to have a little hope? I don’t know if you had the pleasure, but on November 12th, the “YES MEN” pulled off a brilliant coup. They circulated over 1 million copies of The (fake) New York Times in New York, LA and, I believe, Chicago. On the front page: IRAQ WAR ENDS, plus a bunch of other hopeful news and happenings.

That was pretty cool. And even though all of this news was untrue, it gave me a little hope. This war will end, this economy will rebound, we will regain our status in the world, and we will begin to be good to one another. As I and my other New Yorkers took our copies, we read, we re-read, we tried to absorb this news, we stared at one other, and we smiled.

That was a good day.

O, MAVERICK!

So, I was going to do a blog entry immediately following the election, but I held back for a while —I wanted to keep that peaceful feeling to myself for just a bit longer—but the air DID smell differently that Wednesday morning, didn’t it? One of our papers here in NJ exclaimed that next morning, “Obama Reaches the Mountaintop!” Wow- if that doesn’t tear a citizen up…

I am an avid reader of the Huffington Post (My Progressive DSMIV), and a recent headline --“Oprah to Palin: You’re Now Welcome Any Time,” caught my eye.

Well, gosh, Oprah—how very generous of you!

I understand that this election dragged on forever. I understand that it was ugly, divisive and mean-spirited. And I can understand, emotionally, why O would not want The Maverick in her space. TM was saying so many bizarre things about Her America and Our America, that O could not fathom that TM could survive in her studio audience, comprised mostly of O’s (and My) America. So now that O (Obama) has won, does that change the messages that TM has delivered to Her America? I mean, does O (Oprah) now forget/forgive the divisive nature of TM’s rants, simply because Our America is in power? I need some help here.

In a weird sort of way, I felt a bit of that post 9/11 feeling—before we attacked Iraq. We were all in this together—hurting, healing, and supporting each other. Yes, there were still differences among us—party lines, race and ethnicity, gender and sexual preferences—but they were not as pronounced as they have been recently. Were we nicer back then? Were we more tolerant and appreciative of differences? Maybe.

Wow—so many Americas. And now, so many Americas jockeying for position. Which America are you hoping gets Obama’s attention? Which America are you hoping gets Oprah’s attention? Which America are you hoping gets Palin’s attention? There is only one correct answer—and I am not going to tell you.

I do hope that Obama gets a pay increase—if he has to lead all of these Americas, he should get a bump up in his salary. I would pay higher taxes for that.