COVID-19 is causing more pain than canceled events, mask acne, and virtual school. (Please know I am not minimizing life for all of you with school-aged children; I imagine it’s incredibly difficult and frustrating. I truly feel sorry for you and your kids.) But it’s also causing hunger pains. For many of us, shopping for
I’m No Superstar
I’m No Superstar is a blog for people like me who want to make a difference in the world but know they aren’t activists. Each post contains a social action idea that most of us could do, a book that’s worth reading, or a link to a website that offers other ideas. Oh, and it’s all introduced by a sometimes quirky story from my life.
Owen isn’t Owen anymore. Once he arrives at his new school, he’s determined to be Rocky. No more being called “Owen the Owl.” No more fourth-grade bullies picking on him for having glasses or being smart. Rocky will be his new-and-improved self. I don’t know how things will turn out for Owen/Rocky and his reinvention;
The world has a thousand voices . . . listen to Holy Spirit.Lynelle Trigalet We are preparing for a move. I’ve always been a sentimental sort. So over my multiple decades, I’d packed six of these giant Rubbermaid totes of memorabilia. Over the winter, I’ve worked my way through them, looking to condense six decades
When Les and I got married, he was still a college student, working as the unglamorous “chicken boy” at a high-end meat store. I was working at Wanamaker’s department store as a mininum-wage saleswoman (probably salesgirl in those days—both age-wise and cultural-language-wise). We had no money. As we sped away for our honeymoon, I sat
Our homes are familiar spaces. But we are still in a strange place. Asked to stay in this space, sheltered in place, to protect not just our families but to protect others, the vulnerable. Are you finding yourself resembling the juggler—adding the teaching and entertaining of children to your already overfilled hands? Or maybe you’re