It Was Never a Fair Game
Once again, it is International Women’s Day. We ladies get thrown the annual bone: “Here you go, girls. Satisfy yourselves with that,” and we’re supposed to be somehow grateful. I don’t know, maybe we should enjoy it while it lasts.…
I Would Make that Trade
I got to see my six-month-old grandson today. I love him so much and we had a great time talking, munching on toys, trying a new food (him, not me), laughing, and hugging. He showed up here with his parents,…
Earth and Sky
Ray Bradbury published (according to the Internet search I just did) more than 30 books, 600 short stories, and numerous poems, essays, and plays. There is simply no doubt that the man was a writer and knew what he was…
Farber Knows Fauci
I never considered myself a journalist. After graduating from college, I worked for about seven months as a reporter for the weekly newspaper in my hometown in Maine. About five years later, I began a year-and-a-half stint as staff writer…
Enjoying the View from Here
Well, I guess I cut my vacation short. Thank you to everyone who let me know that my words do matter. It means more than you can imagine. I used to hate Lent with every fiber of my being. I…
A Leisurely Life
It was made abundantly clear to me yesterday, by more than one person, that they have little to no interest in my words. If they fit into accepted boundaries, they’re harmless and can be engaged with (but then, what is…
More Than You Bargained For
If eternal salvation is a gift from God through Jesus, it means that the only thing required to receive it is either asking for it or “holding out your hands to take hold of it.” If anything more than that—weekly…
Those Damn Questions
I realized today that questions make people uncomfortable, and the askers of those questions are not so great, either. I don’t know, however, if I should call it a breakthrough. Maybe it’d be better characterized as a memory. Do you…
When Clarity is Needed
In The Power and the Glory, considered by many to be Graham Greene’s masterpiece, the whisky priest is on the run in Tabasco, a state in Mexico where Catholicism was outlawed in the 1930s. Priests are being rounded up and…
The Silent Treatment
I wake up in the morning and, after figuring out what day it is, think, “Hey, I get to write today. I wonder what I’ll say.” It’s a nice thought. For more than a year, I was in the habit…
Out of Captivity
I feel like, after a lifetime behind bars, someone has opened the door of my cell (and yes, it was locked by others) and let me walk free. I turn to look back, and I finally get to see my…
Bring It
I spent my life not speaking up for myself. More regrettably, the last 25 years have included way too many instances of me not speaking up for my six children. I learned this reticence from my parents. My mother’s life…
