It has taken a long time for me to write this story. For many months, ever since my sister, Erica, died, I have made half a dozen false starts. More than once, I got several paragraphs down only to lose the file somehow. Something has kept me from staying with the project, even as I felt a need to tell the story. Continue reading
“Westboro Baptist Church targets Taylor Swift,” the headline read. The article had a flavor of outrage, and rightly so. Fred Phelps, WBC’s leader and tireless purveyor of damnation, is at it again. This time, as chronicled by Pop Spy’s Jennifer O’Dell, Phelps’s acolytes are up in arms about Continue reading
I just finished watching The Impossible, a new film in which a youngish couple played by Ewan McGregor and Naomi Watts have brought their three boys to Indonesia and settled into a coastal bungalow just in time for the 2004 tsunami ― the largest on record. They are frolicking in the swimming pool when they hear a great rumbling. They look up to see birds flying away from the ocean and trees bending in the wind. Continue reading
I’m losing my sister. Erica has been fighting illness for months and had just started on a third round of chemo when we found out that her cancer had advanced rapidly, leaving her with no more than a week or two left, barring a sudden reversal. Continue reading
I had an insanely demanding day yesterday and wasn’t able to read Richard’s text until this morning Continue reading
Peter joined the U.S. Army in 1981. He had studied Taekwondo extensively for years, so when the time came to discuss his deployment, he asked to be stationed in Korea where the discipline of Taekwondo had been developed during the 1950s and ’60s. Continue reading
A stranger on the other side of the world taught me that the Tower of Babel was a blessing. Let me explain. I was tooling around Facebook late last night when a lady I’ve never met accepted my friend request. Her name is Hulya, and she lives in Turkey. I had sent her a friend request on impulse.
First, let’s get this out of the way—she is pretty. Okay. This certainly was a factor in my friending her. But it just so happens that I have a soft spot in my heart for Turks. Continue reading