A simple request. I don’t want to talk politics, I want to pray for people.
The level of hate that it takes for an 18 year old to shoot a bunch of strangers in a grocery store! WOW… it is mind-numbing…
And of course, it’s not the first time. I don’t think people realize what it does to you: the daily reminder that people hate you for a trait that is predetermined. We were born in this skin.
We know what he was being taught at home. The difference it would make if parents taught love versus hate.
I’m just gonna say it. Ebooks are not the same! Yes, they are convenient and are getting me through right now… english titles are hard to come by here in Cahuita, Costa Rica.
There’s something about turning a physical page, the weight of the book in my hands, pretty bookmarks and the smell of books that I crave…
I think, as people begin to visit, that will be the toll: books!
Do you have a preference? Ebook or physical book and why?
No se. I am unsettled… perhaps that is a poor word choice because I feel amazing! I simply don’t know which direction this new me will take.
I seldom know what day it is and those days speed by in technicolor. We continue to homeschool and my son has now started boxing lessons, twice per week. My schedule is dictated by his activities which is not unusual for a Mom. However, this is the time to carve out my place…
My goal is to truly lean into “pura vida” and know that all is well in time.
Today is my son’s 14th birthday. I have mixed feelings… Of course I am joyous that he is celebrating another year of life. I left the states to ensure that. However, he is a teenager and all that comes with it!
He is a young 14 and still finds joy in simple things. Thank you! And the girl obsession hasn’t kicked in yet, another blessing. But I think as a parent, especially Mothers, we get very nostalgic for their younger, adorable years. SIGH…
Research on the religious views of Millenials (ages 18 – 33) revealed that a big chunk do not report a religious affiliation: about 29 percent. This is a huge shift from older generations. Younger Americans link organized religion to war and unrest in the world. Obviously they’re paying attention. Most of these young people believe in God but don’t need permission to speak to the Supreme Being and consider it a personal relationship. They identify as being “spiritual” versus “religious.”
These young people also cited intolerance, especially with regard to issues such as same-sex marriage…
I am not in that age bracket (I’m a Gen Xer) however I concur. I have been very vocal about my views on religion, blasting the Catholic church when inspired. I was raised in Catholicism and let’s just say, it doesn’t work for me.
But to be clear, if you practice a religion that fulfills you, strengthens and nourishes you, Be blessed. I’m here for it.
My relationship with God is just that, mine.
This year she will be 94 years old. She is in great health, albeit a bit thin. Amy Scroggins is the matriarch of our family. She is the only surviving child of her parent’s 11 children. She raised nine children (seven boys) with my Grandfather in southern Maryland, outliving him and two of their children. She was an avid reader and seamstress and the disciplinarian. She is the great grandmother of 14. And she has Alzheimer’s Disease.
She was diagnosed in 2020 at the height of the pandemic and shortly after unexpectedly losing a son and granddaughter. There was a rash of erratic behavior then, but then it vanished.
There are moments when her mind slips and she is in another time, detailing the one-room school house that she attended. Or she is telling me that she had a good day except for the spanking that she got… then her mind shifts and she is quiet, trying to reconcile it all.
My mother and her siblings have a rotating schedule. They stay with her a week at a time so that she can be in her home. It has been rough on them, seeing their mother slip away. Having to help her with the basics as she once did with them. However, she remembers everyone and can walk, talk, eat, breathe and bathe on her own.
There are moments of regression, but they don’t last. Sometimes, she is far away and sad. She knows something is wrong but cannot understand or repair it. She repeats herself frequently in a conversation, but I just listen and agree as if it’s new information.
I love my Grandma. I am glad she can’t recall some things because she is a strong, proud woman and she would be frustrated and ashamed that she needs this level of assistance, especially from her children.
I know the disease can and will progress. Being so far away from her is my only regret for relocating. But thank goodness for technology.
Twenty-six year old Breonna Taylor was killed in her apartment on March 13, 2020. She and her boyfriend were sleeping when plain-clothes police stormed in with a no-knock warrant. Her boyfriend thought they were intruders and shot one in the leg.
Breonna was shot six times and died on the scene. Never mind the shady circumstances of the warrant… Nobody has been charged with her murder, however one officer was charged with three counts of “wanton endangerment” of the NEIGHBORS. He was found not guilty.
Two jurors have spoken out and said that the jury was never presented with homicide charges against the officers. Other jurors believe that the Kentucky Attorney General (and yes, him being Black makes it worse) and police department are covering up the truth.
BTW – many jurisdictions supposedly outlawed the no-knock warrant since the killing of Breonna Taylor. However, another young, Black person, Amir Locke, was asleep and killed in his Minneapolis apartment while police raided with a no-knock warrant. The Minneapolis mayor had issued a moratorium on such warrants prior to his killing.
I believe that police have the authority to do whatever they want. There are no consequences for killing civilians, especially when they are Black. The use of lethal force is the initial response be it bullets, hands or knees, no matter the circumstances. And it keeps happening.
There is a systemic problem that nobody is truly working to correct. Let ’em march, cry and keep saying their names.
I was in the sea when I first felt the connection.
The teal water surrounding me…
And everything in its wake.
and disappears into
Palm trees and verdant jungle.
Peals of children’s laughter break through the
Call and response of the waves.
The tide rose
And lapped the shore.
Threatening our temporary encampment on the sand.
As the clouds descend
A brown man casts his line for the sea’s bounty.
The water is meditative
It matches my breath
It is home.
I found this draft post from 2015.
About two weeks ago, I received devastating news. It’s taken me this long to process it and finally, share. I learned that my teen-aged stem cell recipient died. She rallied after a year which is an important milestone for transplant recipients. She was even able to return home and resume normal activities, so we were extremely hopeful. About six months later, she was hospitalized with respiratory issues and I stopped receiving updates.
I’ve thought a lot about the upside, the silver lining if there is one to find. Here’s what I have:
- Health: Protect it. Be thankful for good health.
- Life: LIVE it…seriously.
- Children: If you have them, cherish them. To lose one must be unbearable.
- Donate: Time, blood, organs, marrow if you are able to do so.
- Share: We can not make it alone. If you have something to give someone else, please do it.