Mother’s (birth)Day

Today would have been my mother's 82nd birthday. I can't even imagine what a wizened old crone she would have been, what with the sun-exposure, the smoking, the arthritis and asthma. I can't imagine this specifically because the cigarettes killed her at 49, when I was 21, and that was a long time ago. We …

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School Shootings: It’s Not the Schools, It’s The Guns

During my time supporting three Assistant Principals and an Associate Principal, I saw all the Discipline on a 5A, highly diverse High school campus. Most is petty and routine: dress code violations, excessive tardiness, insubordination; a subset of chronic cases who had more serious offenses on their records; and maybe a dozen of the truly …

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Ash Wednesday’s Angel

She was slender, in a coat too big for her and with a mop of dark hair in need of a good brushing. She might have been a small ten year old, and it was clear English was her second language as she handed me a note and asked, "Please you help?" Paul's eyebrow rose …

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Ash Wednesday To Go

It finally happened: I stood on a street corner for God. Three of 'em. No sandwich board declaring The End Is Nigh, but still more evangelizing than I am comfortable with generally. Fortunately, I had my camera to hide behind. There we were: three women waving on a street corner, one fully garbed in priestly …

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The Cat’s Social Contract

When Paul speaks for our horrible cat, Ivan the (recently) Terrible, he does so in the voice of Stewie from Family Guy.  My internal voice for Ivan has become Sheldon from Big Bang Theory, complete with voluminous Roommate Agreement and it's many Amendments, all written without our input or agreement. It may be unwritten but, …

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POTUS & Archie Bunker’s Toilet

It was a more innocent time, my childhood, when Jane Russell could only display the Platex Cross Your Heart Bra on a mannequin; it was a big deal that we heard the flush of the Bunker's toilet; when a married couple must be shown to each have one foot on the floor in the marital …

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Weekend Coffee Share: Where do You Find the Holy?

We were walking out of Central Barbecue in Memphis, Tennessee, when Paul said, "Let's walk around the front of the motel and see what it is." We'd driven past the sign on the way to the barbecue place, knew we should know the name but came up bupkis. Was is some old rocker's momma's name? …

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All Women Have Weinstein Memories

The Harvey Weinstein revelations this week have been a particularly loathsome example of the hurdles women still face professionally but for me, it hit rather surprisingly close to home. It brought up a memory I guess I'd have to say I repressed, as it was days in before I realized, standing in my kitchen and …

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An (Extra)Ordinary Man

We were serving hot dogs to homeless people in Columbia, South Carolina, when I overheard a scrap of conversation. I had observed that Arthur knew almost all of the homeless we served that day, but chalked it up to frequent participation in this particular ministry. But it was more than that, it was one of …

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