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"We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day."
— Brad Meltzer
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"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives."
— Days of Our Lives, (soap opera)
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Interior Landscape

Inner beauty is a lotus
tethered to the pond that is the soul,
its roots beneath the surface
holding fast to the essentials
that sustain it.
It cannot be bought or painted on
or ripped apart from its environs
and survive,
only discovered by one willing to explore
and also in that exploration vigilant,
looking not with one's outward eyes
but with the tender curling sensors
of the heart.
© 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Painting: Lavender Lotus © 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
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So there I was on a Sunday, enjoying a leisurely late lunch at an outdoor café in New Haven, when who should come strolling along but Edward. He was encumbered by a large flat leather shoulder bag that must have been uncomfortable to carry in the city heat. I waved and he came over.
“What a lovely surprise,” I said. “Whatever are you doing here on a weekend? I would think you’d be enjoying the sea breezes at the Cape instead of slogging through humid New Haven.”
He grimaced slightly. “May I sit?”
“Please,” I said, pulling out a chair.
Edward divested himself of the bag and settled into the chair. Waving at a passing waiter, he asked for a lemonade. Leaning in so as not to have to speak too loudly, he said, “I haven’t been feeling all that well. Came down for tests.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. Raising my eyebrows, I was about to speak when he waved contemptuously and continued, “Nothing wrong with me other than the inevitable decay of age. Fussy stomach, perhaps a touch of spastic colon. Have to watch what I eat. Probably shouldn’t have this lemonade” - at which point he raised the glass as if toasting an invisible host - “but down the hatch.” He drained half the glass and leaning back in the chair, asked what I was doing in New Haven on a hot summer Sunday.
“Visiting a friend,” I said. “She’s not as fortunate as you, she needed surgery. Thought I’d put on my Little Miss Sunshine costume and come cheer her up.”
Edward almost laughed. “Did you succeed?”
“Of course,” I snorted. “I should have gone on the stage instead of getting bogged down in the solitary swamp of art and words.”
“Ah, but you did,” Edward reminded me. “Your music, the singing. And yet you walked away.”
“It was the business, not the doing of it,” I answered. “Water under the bridge – another life. And speaking of, what have you been up to other than wrestling with your insides since that cold night we last met down on State Street?”
“The usual,” he replied. “Sketching, painting. Walking along the shore in the evenings. Jo drags me here and there when she can catch me - barbecues and whatnot.” He grinned almost diabolically. “Now that my digestive system has officially been declared a disaster area, perhaps I can beg off from the infernal picnics and clambakes.”
“Good luck with that,” I scoffed. “And besides, it’s good business to get out and socialize, especially with the likes of who summers on the Cape.”
“I suppose,” he grunted. “We are going to Vermont shortly. I need a change of scene, fresh eyes.”
I was a bit surprised to hear that he and Jo would be leaving the shore in summer and said so.
“We’ll be staying along the White River,” Edward answered. “It will be good to gaze upon a different type of water for awhile. And back to February,” - referring once again to our last meeting - “after the painting of Crown and State I did another. I happen to have it here, because I promised one of the guards at the museum I’d show it to him before anyone else, but he doesn’t need to know about you.”
I knew he was referring to the Yale Art Gallery, and I’m sure I must have goggled, for Edward did laugh now.
“After I left you that night I was strolling past the museum and thought, ‘I want to see the street lit up by the moon from up high through one of those old Gothic windows’,” he explained. “Of course the museum was locked up at that hour, but,” and here he tried to look modest, “being me does have its privileges. One phone call by the guard and he was given permission to escort me upstairs. I found the perfect window, the one that looks down toward Harkness, and made sketches and notes.”
I shook my head at the thought of Edward cajoling his way into the art gallery on a whim after midnight and grinned. “You bet I want to see it,” I said. “And I want to take a picture of it too. It’s not every day a girl gets to see an original Hopper ahead of a night watchman.”
“A guard, not a watchman,” Edward corrected me. “Don’t be so Victorian,” he added with mock sternness.
I waved a hand languidly. “Whatever, Edward, let’s see it.”
He was already pulling the painting out of the bag, and soon had it propped against the back outer wall of the café.
“It looks like France!” I exclaimed. “However did you get grimy old New Haven to look so charming?”
“Must have been the moonlight,” Edward smiled. ”I take it you approve.”
Making a face, I retorted, “Who wouldn’t? Let me take some photos.”
“Hurry then,” Edward said, “I want to get over to the museum and be on my way home before too long. You know Sunday evening traffic.”
“I do know Sunday evening traffic,” I said as I quickly snapped a couple of shots, “and it’s getting on now, which I why I am going to head out myself. Always a treat to see you, have a nice visit with the guard.”
And with that I left Edward rewrapping the painting at the café table and went off to make my own drive home. Here is that painting of New Haven in the moonlight that he shared with me that afternoon.
© 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Painting: Harkness Tower in Moonlight © 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
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"Tell me what's worse: knowing your lover is dead or still alive but your touch is dead to them?"
— Author Unknown
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The Harp

A single note vibrating in the night,
A string plucked by a spectral hand unseen
Reverberates, a wildfire flaming bright
That wakens grief no tears can contravene.
All thought of you long-buried, I believed,
In that same grave where hope lies deep entombed.
Ah, but I was the ever more deceived,
Not realizing both could be exhumed.
Now wakeful in the gloom of midnight's grip,
Behind my eyes unfolds the masquerade.
What I thought love a game writ in your script,
All well-devised and masterfully played.
Play not again, pluck not another string,
But silent be, oh hand of heartbreak's sting.
© 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Painting: Midnight Harp © 2014 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
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The agony of moving on...

"Well, I'm gonna get out of bed every morning... breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out... and, then after a while, I won't have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while."
— Nora Ephron
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May we remember those who needs the most...

"The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention… A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words."
— Rachel Naomi Remen

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Dr. Evil is Back; Couldn't Resist the Fossil Fuel Industry: Infamous Astroturfer Pushes Big Oil’s Drilling Propaganda in Local Papers

Last week, The Salt Lake Tribune ran an op-ed entitled “‘Bean-counting bureaucrats’ at BLM are locking up Utah’s future,” advocating the opening of federally owned lands to oil and gas drilling. The column, essentially the same as an op-ed that ran a week earlier in The Las Vegas Review-Journal, relies on a report by Timothy Considine, a University of Wyoming economics professor whose work we have profiled in depth in our reporting on the “frackademia” phenomenon. That report was funded by the Interstate Policy Alliance, a project of the corporate PR firm Berman and Company which has created myriad front groups to advocate the interests of the tobacco, food and alcohol industries and to attack unions, animal rights and environmental regulations. The Salt Lake Tribune and Las Vegas Review-Journal columns were penned by Anastasia Swearingen, who is identified as a research analyst at the Environmental Policy Alliance, a project of another Berman front group, the Center for Organizational Research and Education.

In their foray into the fracking debate, Berman and Company seems to have deployed a vertically integrated astroturf campaign wherein the firm funded research from a notorious pro-fracking academic through one of its fronts and then deployed another front to cite the research in various newspapers in the Rocky Mountain region.

The Environmental Policy Alliance: One of many Berman and Company front groups
The Center for Organizational Research and Education (CORE) was originally organized as the Guest Choice Network (GCN) in in the mid-1990s to fight public smoking bans on behalf of the tobacco industry. In 2001, GCN changed its name to the Center for Consumer Freedom (CCF) and began focusing on food and beverage industry issues, campaigining against mercury warnings on seafood, humane treatment of food animals, GMO labeling and soft drink bans. This year, CCF changed its name again, this time to the Center for Organizational Research and Education, in a broadening of the scope of the group’s advocacy, to include the fossil fuel industry. After all, that's where all the action is these days and Berman can't resist his opportunistic, albeit completely unethical, characteristic.

Part of that CORE’s new broader scope is the Environmental Policy Alliance (a name cleverly chosen to share the same acronym as the federal Environmental Protection Agency) project. It is impossible to tell exactly who is a member of Berman’s alliance, since, as a 501(c)(3) non-profit, CORE does not have to disclose its donors, but judging from the recent op-eds it is a fair assumption that they include oil and gas companies or trade groups.

Swearingen, the author of The Salt Lake Tribune and Las Vegas Journal-Review columns, also published a series of editorials attacking the Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) standards meant to encourage that buildings are constructed in an environmentally responsible and resource-efficient fashion. *After Swearingen’s anti-LEED piece ran in USA Today, the paper issued a correction indicating that she is not, per se, an employee of the Environmental Policy Alliance:

Editor’s note: After this column was originally published online on March 7, USA TODAY learned that the author, Anastasia Swearingen, is employed by public relations firm Berman and Co., not the Environmental Policy Alliance. The Environmental Policy Alliance, a tax-exempt group, has no employees and is housed at the same address as Berman, which controls the recently created group, according to Berman spokeswoman Sarah Longwell.

This is typical of Berman’s campaigns. He has created dozens of groups like the Environmental Policy Alliance to tackle a myriad of issues important to anonymous corporate clients such as labor organization, animal rights, and trans fat bans earning him the nickname “Astroturf kingpin”.

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  • Agency for Dispute Resolution
    Mediator, 2013 - present
  • Golden Triangle Financial Services, Inc.
    Director/Vice-President, 1992 - present
  • Wisner Dispute Resolution Services
    Mediator/Attorney, 2003 - present
  • World News, Inc.
    Principal/Manager, 1978 - 2001
  • London Press, Inc.
    Principal, 1978 - 2001
  • Parliament News, Inc.
    Principal, 1978 - 2001
  • Academy Press, Inc.
    Principal, 1978 - 2001
  • Oxford Bindery, Inc.
    Principal, 1978 - 2001
  • American Art Agency, Inc.
    Principal, 1978 - 2001
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I Help Families, Businesses and Individuals Resolve Conflict Through Seamless Mediation
Alec Wisner has joined the distinguished panel of mediators at the Agency for Dispute Resolution.




Since forming Wisner Dispute Resolution Services in 2003, Alec Wisner has been using his unique and diverse background to assist hundreds of clients successfully resolve their disputes.  Thoroughly trained in all aspects of mediation, especially in the areas of 
commercial/business, corporate contract, real property, insurance personal injury mediation, as well as divorce and family mediation , Alec provides both an understanding of the underlying issues and an ability to facilitate positive communication. 

Alec brings a rich and diverse background to his mediation practice.  While attending U.C.L.A., he won numerous national debate awards, graduating in 1971.  Alec matriculated at the University of Southern California Law Center, earning his J.D. in 1974. 

From 1975 through 1978, Mr. Wisner developed his legal skills in the areas of family and commercial law.  In 1978, seeking new challenges, he entered the world of corporate business.  During the ensuing eighteen years, Alec served in top management in the printing/publishing industry.  In this capacity, he managed the growth or several medium-size corporations and was personally responsible for the spinoff of several new, successful enterprises.  Mr. Wisner is still actively involved as a director of such corporations as Golden Triangle Financial Services, located in Las Vegas, NV. 

Returning to the full-time practice of law, Mr. Wisner became a principal in Stanbury Fishelman & Wisner, Inc., in Los Angeles, California.  As an attorney, Mr. Wisner's practice encompassed complex civil litigation, class actions, as well as family law. 

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