Tiny and Fragile and Precious and Dear

If there is anything we have learned from the last week, it is that life can be tiny and fragile and precious and dear. There is no guarantee that we will get our Someday. Perhaps the greatest monument we can build to the lives that have been senselessly lost, is to live our best and…

What if the NRA put their Money where we Hurt the Most?

The first thought in my head this morning was, “What if we didn’t have to be afraid?” It’s Monday morning. Already, back East, parents are sending their children to school, putting them on buses, or walking with them across crosswalks, holding hands. Today, across America, we will be literally sending our children into harms way….

Icebergs & Invercargill – What we did Friday Night

It was the worst night in recent history. It was the night the world reeled to learn that 20 first-graders and 6 adults at an Elementary School had been gunned down. It had been a day of tears and outrage, along with confusion and sorrow. It was also the day we had been given the…

Bittersweet: The Thud of Pulsing Grief in My Mommy Heart

In my own way, I revered the children lost today by holding my children tonight and laughing together at dinner. At some point during the weekend, I will have to introduce them to the idea of the tragedy that happened today in Connecticut, just not yet. Not yet. For tonight, they are sleeping soundly without sadness….

Sorting through Winners and Losers, Love and Not

My head is a mess of ideas this morning, a big compilation of heavy thoughts and wrenching, reaching motives. First Google searches this morning were: Rule of Law Rule of Etiquette Rule of Debate Principles of Warfare The idea that the conquering army goes in immediately to tend to the enemy wounded In all the…

Election Night, Civil Dialogue and a Mess of Pigs

Let’s be clear. We are talking about an actual pig named SweetPea, and the eight babies my husband helped deliver last night. The boys and I stayed home and watched Election Results for a little bit, had dinner, and read stories. Bean fell asleep. He’d had a big day. Then a text alert from Facebook…

I Chop Onions and Get Lost in Melancholy for a Moment

The last thing you hear on the audio version of this recording is someone saying into the microphone, while the crowd is going crazy, “The Blues Does Not Get Better Than That!” This is Part 2 of the Video of about 12 minutes of performance for a 70th Birthday Bash for John Mayall. This was…

Hear No – See No – Speak No

What does it mean to have Free Speech? The first thing that comes to mind is that we should be able to say what we need to say, within reason. That’s the little editor in my brain telling me that we don’t just Say Anything! That could be Anarchy! That could mean a bunch of…