Monthly Archives: November 2014

At the movies

Roger Ebert said we learn compassion at the movies. I agree with him; stories teach us compassion. We experience different viewpoints and we open toward them. Stories make it harder to be isolated.

I don’t think I have much in common with my mother, but … Read more

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Wear to me

I’ve had these same hiking boots since 1999. Years ago, I went in to get new laces and the boot maker scowled at me. “Don’t take much care of them, do you?”

I scrutinized my boots. The brown above the toes nearly worn off, mud … Read more

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Step up

I didn’t expect to have a 3-year-old grandchild when I was 39. I didn’t expect to have a 24-year-old son, either. Sometimes I add that intrusive modifier “step” to each of these relationships, but it’s a word I’m not terribly fond of. I don’t think … Read more

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