- Created: 01 January 2009
'Twas the night after Solstice, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
We'd lit the yule candle, and performed our rites
And gone upstairs to enjoy Mother night;
The teenagers were nestled finally in their beds,
While visions of ipods danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
- Created: 15 December 2008
How Zeke Saves the World, One Animal at a Time
Me: Zeke, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Zeke: A street sweeper.
Me: But, Zeke, I thought you wanted to work with cheetahs?
Zeke: Yes, Mama, I do, but there won't be any left by the time I am big.
Shit. Shit shit shit!
- Created: 15 November 2008
An ex-Amish woman recently shared this bit of parenting "wisdom" with my mother; she said that the Amish parent by "breaking a child's will, but not their spirit". Now, if you have ever seen Amish children in a store, you could attest to the amazing wisdom of this parenting philosophy. They are well behaved, seemingly happy, and not crying and begging for every colorful toy or piece of candy that catches their eye. And yet....
- Created: 16 October 2008
My neighbor who lives about 6 doors down has a bumper sticker that reads: "Become Addicted to Wolves: Smoke a Pack a Day" - with a picture of a gun shooting a wolf. Now, this guy is actually rather likeable (although admittedly our relationship is limited to waving as he drives by our house) I am quite convinced that folks with this kind of mentality were dropped on their heads as babies. Probably several times.
I am serious. I think there is something wrong with the wiring in their brain's limbic system. These poor souls have a central nervous system that leans more towards the reptilian structure of instinct and self-preservation than the mammalian brain of compassion, empathy, relationality, and higher level thinking.
- Created: 04 October 2008
Her little hands rested trustingly on the big spoon. The Grandmother's larger gnarled ones covered them, gently guiding the motion.
"Now be sure, Liliana, that you think only of your intention as you stir." she was saying to the child.
"I am, Gran." the girl's green eyes sparled with an impish glow like that of the larger ones she looked up at. "I am chanting in my head."
"That's good, little one. Allow no room for anything else in there, and we will be successful." She leaned down and kissed the soft curls. Almost done, now. Count with me thirteen more turns."
"Oh, yes!" The child squirmed with excitement.