I have spent a lot of my working years working with kids. And most of the time, I have worked with kids who did not have the life we want for kids. I have worked with foster kids, truant kids, criminal kids. I have worked with kids who had homes …
I saw this story a while ago about a renaming ceremony. Girls in India had been given names clearly indicating their (lack of) value in their family/community. In a country devastated by poverty and within a culture that burdens families with daughters financially, baby girls had been given names meaning …
I went to Stockton for Thanksgiving. It’s about a 2 hour drive that took almost 3.5 because of holiday traffic. I was born in Stockton. Moved away when I was 9. Moved back when I was 18. Moved away and back when I was 22 and then moved away at …
Tis the season for posts about gratitude. And is it just me? Or are some of these posts a little trite. My family, friends, my country… blah-ba-blah. This year feels weird to me. It just feels off for some reason. Last year, my wonderful Aunt Earline had just passed away. …
That picture is of my white azalea. Blooming. I’m the first to admit, it’s not in FULL bloom. I walked through an azalea forest (or so it seemed) in Shreveport, Louisiana once and my little white azalea looks kind of pathetic compared to that. But this azalea came from some …
I’m coming to terms with some victim-like behavior of mine lately. It’s not very pleasant, let me tell you. I’m particularly sensitive about being called a victim or treated like one. And acting like one?! Me?! Never! I am, however, very good at pointing out others’ victim-like behavior. So it …