The subtitle for my blog -- as well as much of my writing -- is inspired by the lyrics of Birds, by The Collection . Their music is inspiring, and life-affirming, and has gone a long way to restore things like my love for music, my faith, and my will to live. You should really go … Continue reading What would help me keep my big mouth shut?
I see you, counting out your pills, to see if you have enough. Checking your calendar so your plan to quietly slip away causes the least fuss, the minimum of inconvenience. Oh, everyone says that it's so awful when people decide to leave, but you remember -- you remember when your friend left. "Honestly, he's … Continue reading Don’t Look
It's a shame that we can't have just one flag that represents liberty and justice for all. Right. But not for the reasons some people would claim.
What is WRONG with my brain? There was mention of placebo effect in my English class this past week. So many examples. A TicTac masquerading as a Tylenol. Cherry Kool Aid standing in for cough syrup. Then there's me. "Someone could dump out the contents of a Pixie Stick and tell you it's cocaine, and … Continue reading Ms. Bailey strikes again
(unless you want to further hurt victims and be a jerk, in which case, go right ahead) When a pastor/preacher/ministry leader is revealed to be a sexual predator, there is one response. ONE. It is a response of heartbreak and grief for the victims. It is a response of belief, of support, of appropriate systems for … Continue reading 10 Things NOT to Say When a Pastor is Revealed as a Sexual Predator
Losing my mind and trying to find it again
Mom guilt. I think all moms have it. I'm 11% Jewish so I think I have extra. There's the regular, garden-variety mom guilt: I wish I'd been more present . . . I wish I'd paid closer attention. I wish I'd emphasized health and nutrition and set a better example with, you know -- vegetables. … Continue reading In which I consider that my spawn are an essential part of the universe.
Jamestown The colonists. Fleeing persecution, braving all manner of hazards to come to the New World, the land of opportunity, of freedom. Some of them had children on the ships, some in the bitter winter for which they were ill-prepared, but they persevered. Some of the babies died, and parents had to dig their graves … Continue reading What would they be called, if their skin were white?
The Star-Telegram published an article earlier this month, "Hundreds of sex abuse allegations found in fundamental Baptist churches across U.S." by Sara Smith. Back in the day, when I had my heart set on pursuing investigative journalism, this is the article that I wanted to write. And this is why: "To understand how this systemic, … Continue reading The Truth Will Wreck This Place
Last night, the last thing I read before I fell asleep was a photojournalism article on the refugee caravan. I dreamed that I was packing a little suitcase -- the smallest one, the lightest one, with wheels. Very distinctly and deliberately chosen because my oldest child could manage it, if necessary. My husband was … Continue reading I Dreamed A Dream
I was raised in a pretty whackadoodle church. Okay, it was a cult. One of the (many) things drilled into our heads was that if we loved anyone or anything too much, God would be righteously jealous and take it away. As punishment. Also, another of the (many) things drilled into our heads was that … Continue reading I (Used To) Love to Write