A couple of weeks ago, a woman from Waukesha, Wisconsin was walking her dogs around the block on a sunny day. She noticed a man coming toward her in the middle of the sidewalk, so she tried to move her dogs to the side; but Blossom, her sick, 15-year-old dog, moved too slowly. Just as the woman was about to say Excuse me, she saw the man’s foot aimed toward Blossom, so she jumped in front of her dog and the man kicked the woman instead. He then grabbed her shoulders and push
Written before I was born, the poem “Desiderata” graced many a college dorm-room door during the ‘60s. Those politically uncertain times tore families apart: Students and professors marched against the Vietnam War, black Americans marched for civil rights, women marched for equality, and always the other side fought to silence us, to keep us down, to put us “in our place.” Still we marched on and continued the struggle, and eventually changed the world. My generation thought
At the founding of our nation, our forefathers felt compelled to list the reasons they should resist the laws of their ruler, King George III, and separate from England. That list—the Declaration of Independence—describes King George as an out-of-touch thug—dogmatic, self-centered, unreasonable, and unworthy to rule the colonies—requiring the colonists to rise up and resist. Again the time has come to resist the rule of an unprincipled bigot, an incompetent megalomaniac, and
If you were alive on September 11, 2001, you remember exactly where you were and what you were doing when terrorists brought down the Twin Towers. I was teaching school. When one of my frightened students asked if our country would be okay, I assured her we would, then added, “but the world will never be the same.” That’s how I feel about the 2016 election. All week I have circled this post. What can I possibly write about this election that hasn’t been said a thousand times?
I miss the days when, as a growing teen, I could eat anything I wanted and still weigh 105 pounds. I’d start each day with a huge bowl of cereal (about half the box), then proceed to the school lunch, on to whatever we cooked in Home Ec, then to an after-school snack of half a loaf of bread and a quart of milk before dinner. And still I wanted more. At dinner my sweet mother might be hungry, too, but she often gave me food from her own plate, because she always put her famil