The world watched with sadness as George Floyd was held down. “I can’t breathe” he cried as he laid on the ground. “Let him up, man” they shouted loud and clear. “He can’t breathe! Let him up!” Do you not hear? His body went limp. A bright light left his eyes. His soul left his […]
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Dear Friend, I’ve been meaning to write to you for quite some time. 24 years to be exact. As I’ve gotten older, I find it easier to tell my story – to tell my truth. I’ve heard your pleas, arguments and shouts about your stance on abortion and I think it’s time you hear
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I was an awkward girl. Dorky would be a better word. I was told by many that I was “funny” and yet I wasn’t trying to be funny. With sun kissed freckles, crooked teeth, two hearing aids to help me hear, a deaf nasal accent and with legs so long and skinny, I resembled a
Most of us accumulate a lot of junk as we age. Boxes of dishes, books, gadgets and clutter sit in piles in our basement and I can’t help but wonder what in the world our children will do with all of our clutter when we leave this earth. What items will they keep to remind
We always think we have more time than we do…that our parents won’t grow old, our children won’t grow up and that tomorrow is a given. Our “life clock” is continuously ticking and as we grow older the tick-tock of the clock grows louder. Age wakes us up to the reality that our time is
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Since human beings first evolved, we have learned one universal truth…we ARE stronger together. It’s why we should pay careful attention to anyone who wants to divide us from our spouse, our family, our colleagues, our friends or our community. Even 2000 years ago men were speaking and writing about the importance of staying united
Your parents worked from age 18 to 70. They are broke and in a nursing home relying on Medicaid funds. Medicaid is destroying this country you know. Your child is gay and feels shame. Luckily the church might try an intervention. Your dad is a union member who comes home covered in oil and dirt
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Growing up in the 70s it was a big deal when we loaded up the car about once a month and drove south five hours to visit our cousins in Kentucky. It was a world full of love, delicious southern food, loving grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles and never ending adventures. We would usually arrive around
Be grateful for this awful mess Because some messes are the best A stack of blocks, a squeaky toy Be grateful for your little boy A half-dressed doll, a stuffed pink squirrel Be grateful for your little girl A sink full of pots and pans And dirty dishes from our hungry clan Yes, I love
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Dearest Donald. Scratch that. Dear Donald. Scratch that too. Hey Donald! Listen up buddy! It’s the 4th of July and most of middle-class America is drinking a cold one and barbecuing a burger. We will probably shoot a few bottle rockets and whistling bungholes off while crazy Uncle Larry makes his third toast of the
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