New Year, New Look

Monday, February 02, 2026

Hi everyone! It was time for a change and so my blog looks a little different. Thank you to my web designer who did this for me. My blog is now part of a new website where you can see my books and my editing business. 

One other important announcement is Book 2 of The Mill Valley High series will be available next week, February 16 -22nd. It will be launched from Griffin Publishing on Zoom. Here is the book cover:




Since I don't have an author yet for this month I am posting two poems. One is published in TheNortheast Coast and the other is in response to the awful killing of Alex Pretti. I wrote mine without seeing any of the others that were written. It came from the anguish I felt when I saw that killing.


Until Their Words Don’t Hurt Me
Until their words don’t hurt me,
my ears will pretend they can
bounce words like rubber balls,
fling them over the fence like
unwanted weeds.

My feet will stay planted on the
ground I know, and my body will be
a wall protecting the fragile underside
of my soul,

unaware of the barbs from
the scars of those fierce words
as they are pitched out willy nilly,
tearing the corners of
my clamoring ego 

that tattered and pieced together
puts its brave face to the world.
And ignores the mean spirits
as if they were feathers in the
air of my life.

 Copyright 2026     –Barbara Ehrentreu

 Here is the video that shows me reading it:





The other poem I wrote after the killing of Alex Pretti in Minneapolis. I had to either write or scream so I wrote. 

Blood On the Flag: The Killing of Alex Pretti In

On Saturday an innocent man was killed

Another masked thug emptied his gun into an unarmed man

whose only crime was to protect a woman 

Did this ICE agent know he killed an angel on earth? 

A man who cared more for others than himself

Worried about the welfare of a woman assaulted 

Who he tried to help asking with his last words: “ Are you okay?”

As they pepper sprayed him and her

Pushed him down and in cold blood forever placed his blood on the American flag.i

copyright 2026 by Barbara Ehrentreu

I am an immigrant's daughter. My father came over here with his mother in steerage when he was just a boy from the Polish Corridor. It is now Belarus. He came from a small town to the giant city of New York. He did what he could to get by including being a boxer. While doing this he got into the Jewish Mafia. He wound up doing things that are against human values and religion. Yet, he was a law abiding citizen all the rest of his life. Was he a criminal? No. He was doing the best he could to survive. 

Many immigrants come to this country because they are seeking a better life for themselves and their children. Like my father, they don't have an easy life here when they first get to our country. Most of them await legal status and follow the rules. Some try any way they can to escape their country. Immigration has never been an easy experience. But now, even if they are doing it legally, while awaiting their decision they can be attacked and detained by ICE, which is hovering outside of courtrooms now and harrassing people in the street and in Home Depot and grocery parking lots. 

The people of Minneapolis stood up to ICE and they kept pushing back until they made a difference. They demonstrated in the frigid temperatures and snow. Nothing stopped them, and I commend them for this brave stance they took again oppression. I feel we do have an obligation to help immigrants because all they want is safety and peace. There are laws put in place that will help them but with the constant harrassing of ICE they can't work. We need to rid our cities of ICE. Get them out of Minneapolis, Chicago, and New York City. And keep them out of every other city as well. 

I also commend all the artists who have written about these killings. Those of Renee Nicole Good, and Alex Pretti will not be forgotten thanks to writers and songwriters like Amanda Gorman and Bruce Springsteen. In times like these an artist has to decide how to tell the truth. Not if they will tell the truth but how. I had to write. Please let me know how you feel about this poem.

Until the next time, I will have as my guest, hopefully, Wendy Blanton. Stay warm wherever you are and keep protesting unfair treatment of anyone or by any government. 

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