There is a huge difference between teaching honest history, and “critical race theory.” Honest history should include the enslavement of Black people, what happened to Native Americans, the confinement of Japanese Americans during WWII, Irish persecution in the 1800’s (just a very few examples of many). It should include the discrimination and mistreatment of anyone…
I’m not asking about all guns. I’m asking about military style weapons. Is it really that important for an average citizen to own an AR-15? This is not a hunting rifle. Why shouldn’t background checks become universal, and stricter? Why shouldn’t there be waiting periods on all gun sales? Why shouldn’t there be “red flag”…
A Christmas eve memory from 1985. I was in Frankfurt, Germany….freezing my backside off in the middle of the night….pulling guard duty outside the heavily restricted entrance to the Frankfurt PX (which had been car-bombed the month previously). An old, somewhat junky BMW sputters up…and stops….full of a very jovial (and I’d imagine a wee…
I learned something about myself this week. I have realized that I take way too much “stuff” from people in order to have a friendship with them. I also learned that if someone didn’t think much of me as a human being 35 years ago, they don’t now, either. I invest my time and energy…
4-9-10A gentle, cool breeze foreshadows the night crispness to come, while huge yellow daffodils framed by late-day sunbeams bravely flaunt Spring. The birds in my garden quiet their song as they seek retiring roosts. A lone bumble bee buzzes by in sluggish flight. Blue to pink to purple to dark, westerly skies swallow the sun,…
Well, here it is. April 12, 2020. Easter Sunday. I doubt there are many people that would have believed the difference between Easter last year, compared to this year. I can speak for myself and say I wouldn’t have believed it, had anyone told me this is the way it would be. We are several…
I have this huge purple notebook that I used for journaling, and general note-taking while I was in residential treatment for PTSD. I also had smaller notebooks, one for each specific class. I was leafing through my purple one this morning, and found not only notes and journals, but also some “writings” interspersed among it’s…
I have not blogged since February of this year. For those of you that have followed my writing, you know my last post was about MST. In the months that followed, my depression worsened, and I really spiraled into despair. I wouldn’t even leave my house anymore, not even to go outside and fetch our…
A few months ago, while dinking around on Facebook, I came across a question. Readers were asked to name their favorite sound. A single sound. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pick just one. So, off I went on a fun little project for myself, making a list of favorite sounds. Here’s what I came…
My dad. Born in 1923. Born in Bear Lake, still lives in Bear Lake. Grew up in incredible poverty, on a farm, part of a big family. Worked that farm swinging a plow behind a pair of Percherons (there’s not a lot of people alive who have actually done this anymore) Got his nickname “Bud”…
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