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Jan.13.2013 A New Life This morning at church I looked up and saw a father holding his newborn. Earlier I had driven past a mother with her infant in a stroller. Today is the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord. For centuries this has been a day when we have renewed the vows made on our behalf on our...	May.09.2010 Homage to An Unsentimental Mother Mother’s Day was more of a rumor than a reality when I was growing up. I heard friends talk about cards and flowers and going out to brunch but it wasn’t something we did at my house. It’s not that I didn’t have a mother at home -- I did. But she and my father did not believe in...
May.06.2010 The Wanderers: Free Will, Dementia and Death Back in the early 1990’s, Sam, a family friend with Alzheimer’s slipped undetected out the door of his nursing home and wandered into a freezing winter night. He was found the next day, dead from hypothermia, at the edge of a stream. A charming, bright-eyed man who’d never lost his deep southern...	Feb.21.2009 The War Economy, the MLA, and My Brother Who Has Parkinson’s In the late 1970s I was involved in the anti-nuclear movement, wanting to work to reduce military budgets after the Vietnam War was over. I read Seymour Melman who predicted in that huge military budgets of what Melman called The Permanent War Economy would bankrupt the two Superpowers, the Soviet...
May.13.2008 Time to wake up and smell the coffee Thursday, May 1, 2008 Time to wake up and smell the coffee Remember the old song, "You're the cream in my coffee"? I'm singing it again. Not the skim milk in my coffee, or the soy in my coffee, or half and half, but the old-fashioned cream -- because from now on I'm going to stop...