Face time in the time of Facetime

To me family is everything. I hear that Gen Xers, as a group, tend to feel this way. Somehow the 60s and 70s were not focused on family and so between our tinfoil covered TV dinners and the reruns of “Love, American Style” apparently society forgot about the kids. I don’t know if that isContinue reading “Face time in the time of Facetime”

When my mom was a child she was____.

When my oldest son was in 2nd grade he brought home a fill in the blank worksheet he had done in class. One of the questions said “When my mom was a child she was _________.” He had filled in the blank with “lonely.” I had probably told him stories about wishing for him toContinue reading “When my mom was a child she was____.”

When Hate Came to Laguna Beach

I always wondered what I would have done were I a simple housewife in Germany as the Nazis were rising. Or if I had been a young mother during the American Civil Rights era. Would I have answered the call? Like Unitarian Universalist Viola Liuzzo? Would I have given in to fear? Appeasement? Head down, stayingContinue reading “When Hate Came to Laguna Beach”

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! (Or, you know, spirit of life and of love, known by many names…)

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. I can’t believe what I woke up to this morning. I thought this woman was my friend! Why would she do this to me. I mean, really! Publishing a post to WorshipWeb’s Facebook Page that makes me feel such horrible shame! Because, you know, submitting a piece for aContinue reading “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! (Or, you know, spirit of life and of love, known by many names…)”

Tired and tired and tired and tired and tired.

You know the kind of exhausted where you feel like the earth is moving beneath your feet? Even just a kind word or beautiful thing can make you cry? No? I do. That’s me. Today. Right now. I am so wrung out and wrenched empty of every ounce of life or energy or joy IContinue reading “Tired and tired and tired and tired and tired.”