the beauty of an ordinary life
(Right. You'd think I could have thought to write this one already. Like, last fall, when I was writing "something" every day for my own mental health.) May, as you've likely already seen or heard, is Mental Health Awareness Month. You've likely already seen or heard about it because, thanks to the pandemic, mental health … Continue reading Something about mental health.
Brief, sincere, and tactful. If you remember nothing else from what follows, below, then just remember these three words and you'll do fine. One of the things I've learned from having a small stationery business is that people often are reluctant to write notes because they don't know what to write, or how to express … Continue reading Something about writing condolence notes.
During my growing-up years, in the days before widespread cable television, our local CBS affiliate station aired old movies in the afternoons and then again late at night. Among the films I remember watching are these: What Ever Happened to Baby Jane; Hush Hush, Sweet Charlotte; Sunset Boulevard; Sorry, Wrong Number; Rebecca; Dracula; The 39 … Continue reading Night must fall. March forward anyway.
The concept of "parenting" is deeply embedded in our modern human culture and language, beyond the walls of family dwellings. In computing, for example, "parent-child" is a term used starting in the mid-1960s to describe data architecture. The "parent" could be a customer record, for example; the "child" would be a sales order for that … Continue reading Generations, part three.
Well, no. Actually, it's about guns. Again. This time, today, in Collierville, Tennessee. It's the Guns. (Originally posted on August 4, 2019, after a mass shooting in El Paso, Texas. The version below has been lightly edited from the original.) Trying to make things make sense, to sort it out in my head, or at … Continue reading Something about Groundhog Day.
It's Friday, September 10, 2021. Try, now, to remember precisely what you were doing on the evening of September 10, 2001. What were you wearing? What did you have for dinner? How was the weather? What were you planning to do the next morning? Can you remember? I can't. In general, I know that I … Continue reading Something about time.
Let's take a trip back in time. Four days before I delivered my (feisty, independent, brave) daughter, in the fall of 2003, I waddled onto a stage to speak at a local conference on early childhood development. Over the year or so leading up to that date I had been working with a coalition of … Continue reading Resolve and resilience.
The first hint that something was wrong came from a friend's Facebook post, sharing another friend's status. The gist of the post was this: A splinter group had broken through the security blocks that prohibited web traffic, and they wanted to world to know that terrible things were happening and being hidden, covered up. "People … Continue reading A rose for the boy in Aleppo.
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