Domestic Violence – Break the Chain – A Play
Domestic Violence – The Chain Can Be Broken But, First, It’s Important to Understand It Although I wrote BREAK THE CHAIN in 1990, it’s still relevant, as the cycle of Continue Reading →
Category Archives: Activism
Logic vs. Emotional Appeal ~ Truth/Fiction
How Can We Recognize Attempts to Dupe Us Into Believing Untrue Things? Logic – is one of the key ingredients that is missing in the volumes of disinformation being fed to the public, worldwide. Regardless of whether it comes from the worlds of business, politics, religion, or cultural groups, so much of what we read and hear is based on appeals to our emotions to cause us to believe things that are untrue. BTW, most of us do some of this some of the time. Other people are paid professionals to do it to convince masses of people to do or think something they might not have done otherwise. It matters. Let’s learn about it. Continue Reading →
Harriet Beecher Stowe – A Script
Gracious! That Mr. President Abraham Lincoln is a tall man and so imposing in his ways! Imagine how my poor heart fluttered as my eyes inched up his spindly frame all the way to the top where sat the most stern and kindly face! His voice boomed at me when he said, “So this is the little lady who started that great big war!” Continue Reading →
Book Reviews of Three Hots and a Cot by Nancy Wyatt
Amazon + GoodReads Book Reviews: Three Hots and a Cot Sorry if I seem to be self-serving by posting these critiques of my book! However, reviewers have determined it is Continue Reading →
Vote By Mail or Absentee Voting
What is the Difference if You Vote by Mail or if You Vote by Absentee Ballot? There is NO difference. Zero. Nada. Cipher. NOT. Those are two different terms for Continue Reading →
Racism, Activism, and WhatAboutism
(c) Nancy Wyatt All Rights Reserved June 12, 2020 This post is part of a Zoom speech about racism and activism that I gave to a chapter of the Continue Reading →
Drugs and Vulnerable Homeless Children
I had to quit school, too. ‘Cuz we didn’t have any clothes or bus money. I couldn’t even take my lunch. Now that I’m back in school, I’m way behind, and the kids are real mean to me. They found out I live in the shelter. They call me “Homeless Hannah” and say I sleep with rats! AND, they beat me up every day ‘til I cry and feel like nuthin.’ Now, how can that be for the best, huh, God? How can that be for the best?! Continue Reading →