New Yorker Factual Error

Factual Error in The New Yorker: Is this how fake news starts?

Factual error in the New Yorker: I write this post not just for myself, but for all women whose ideas were misattributed to a man, and who were told to leave it be and not to rock the boat. My husband Sabin Howard is making a national memorial, the National Read more…

My friend’s grandson passed

Today was the memorial service for a dear friend’s infant grandson. There were photographs placed around the room in the funeral home. It was a room for congregating, with neat rows of chairs for the visitors and tissue boxes placed at strategic intervals. Mourning is excruciating anyway, but yoked to Read more…

Sabin Howard and Traci Slatton

Tender Loving Care for a Marriage

Tender Loving Care for a Marriage Sabin and I came to a dark and stormy place in our marriage. That diction belies the fresh and cutting pain of such a place and time. When we both returned to the marriage, we sought help in putting things back together. There are Read more…

Returning to Source and Writing Again

Write again, they are telling me. You must write, Traci.  It’s the new theme: writing again. The past twelve months have been excruciating. I am struggling. It’s been a year of comings and goings from my life; intermittency like a suddenly thrown grenade blew up my peace of mind. It Read more…

Wellington

Snooty Rich Women Are Everywhere, Including New Zealand

Snooty rich women are everywhere, including New Zealand Places change but people don’t. A recent trip to Wellington showed me the commonality of human traits, especially foibles. In a land where people pride themselves on being non-materialistic and friendly, I got to experience the same self-aggrandizing arrogance that I see Read more…