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Dancing... or drinking through life
I am not even sure that I know how to do a link anymore. I'm giving it a shot though so, three readers, please forgive me if I mess this up.
So Rod Dreher's sister is battling cancer. It is nasty. Their faith is extraordinary. Here's his latest post (I think)
There are 8 comments on it.
As I scrolle
posted 3:05:22pm Mar. 02, 2010 |
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Back...
I'm back here at JWalking after a bit of time because I just want someplace to record thoughts from time to time. I doubt that many of the thoughts will be political - there are plenty upon plenty of people offering their opinions on everything political and I doubt that I have much to add that will
posted 10:44:56pm Mar. 01, 2010 |
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Learning to tell a story
For the last ten months or so I've been engaged in a completely different world - the world of screenwriting. It began as a writing project - probably the 21st Century version of a yen to write the great American novel - a shot at a screenplay. I knew that I knew nothing about the art but was inspir
posted 8:01:41pm Feb. 28, 2010 |
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And just one more
I have, I think, just one more round of chemo left.
When I go through my pill popping regimen tomorrow morning it will be the last time for this particular round of drugs. Twenty-three rounds, it seems, is enough.
What comes next? We'll go back to what we did after the surgery. We'll watch and measu
posted 11:38:45pm Nov. 18, 2008 |
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A Newfie for Obama
NPR asked me to do a short memo to the president-elect. I chose to do it on the dog he should choose... and why. Check it out.
posted 12:25:10am Nov. 15, 2008 |
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posted April 17, 2007 at 11:29 pm
When my daughter was in the sixth grade a refuge worker came to talk to her class about the terrible conditions in refugee camps for human beings. He was a wonderful speaker, but the anxiety of the adults in the room as he spoke of the horrific conditions was palpable. The sixth grade teacher – a good friend was pulled out of the room and asked to see that these children were not exposed to the pictures and stories – the principal did not want to upset them. The sixth grade teacher – a very young woman facing her boss – asked her – these children are the same age as the children he is speaking of. Several years later – the stories of the Taliban’s treatment of women surfaced in a class discussion in the high school. One of the least likely students stood up and asked – “So, what do we do for our sisters in Afghanistan?” She remembered the sixth grade stories and the connection to the suffering of others had been made. Those girls organized a “teach in” raised money to teach girls to read in Afghanistan and for three years held concerts to continue to touch the suffering women that they had somehow connected to at a very early age. When we teach our children that we are connected to the suffering of others – that we can make a difference – we have begun to aid in their growth toward compassion. Those fourth graders will have questions and fears. How we tell the story will keep them fearful or make them compassionate.