"I've never believed abortion was a good thing—it wasn't that at all—but when you get into the area of public policy, you have to be scrupulously careful to not ever give credence to the idea that the state can impose church opinions...."
"I know what's to come," my friend says. "I've been through it before." We're standing in sunshine on a beautiful March day. A few days earlier my husband and I had flown to a nearby city, rented a car, and driven to the desert town in New Mexico where she lives. We're there for her husband's funeral. His name was Bob and he, too, was our friend.
Trying to be the good grandma who gets birthday presents to grandchildren in time for their actual birthdays, I found myself looking for a sporting goods store. It had to be located where our daughter could pick up our grandson's present without having to drive far. (Couldn't find his size online.) The store popping up in my search for "close by" was a Dick's Sporting Goods. I called the store, lined up the purchase, and patted myself on the back.
By mass shooting statistics we might think that females never experienced hatred over romantic rejection or getting fired, that they never were bullied, or that they never lay awake nights conjuring up revenge fantasies. We might think girls and women were immune to depression, anxiety, psychotic breaks, dissociative disorders—or any other of a slew of mental problems and illnesses. But we would be wrong. Holy buckets, would we be wrong.
Oh, those boundary line issues for Fargo schools never go away. Before the boundary changes were made in 2015 for the 2016-2017 school year, many of us expressed concern for what might happen. Sad to say, what "might happen" seems to be happening lickety-split.
Why Cuba?" a friend asks. Good question. Yet, having returned from Cuba, maybe a better question is how the (pre-trip) Cuba of our imagination ended up comparing to the Cuba my husband and I visited.
About those 2018 Women's Marches, let's be clear: Trump's election was the catalyst for the 2017 march, but the ongoing energy that produced the 2018 event was not even primarily focused on Trump, much less on Trump alone. The reason women—and many men—marched is that this beloved nation of ours is sicker than we thought and has a distance to go before equality for women is reality.
My stop at the grocery store was impulse. Truth was, I had a sudden craving for raspberries and cream. As I got out of my car. I was imagining the tasty treat and paid no attention to a sign near the automatic door. Unfortunately, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Sunshine, aren't you going to weigh in on my question?" There stood Mary Contrary behind the sign, which said, "Do Near-Poor Children Deserve Health Care?" "So what do you think, Sunshine? Yes or no?" "I'm in a hurry, Mary. I'm just stopping for raspberries and cream and have to get right home."
As former Minnesota Lt. Gov. Tina Smith steps into Al Franken's seat, Tim Pawlenty weighs his (Michele Bachman announces she's praying about her) chances to beat Smith next fall. And a host of Minnesotans find themselves with a wee case of the "second-guess flu."
Not sure what started it, but during the past few months I've found myself wondering how generosity became wedded to Christmas. There's the obvious: God's gift of the Christ child to be both human and divine, God among us, light and savior for humanity. Such ultimate generosity stirs—perhaps requires—generosity in us. Of course, a more secular idea also resonates. Call it the Scrooge principle because it's rooted in ethical standards. To be a good human being we honor our own prosperity and good fortune by giving generously and lovingly to those less fortunate.