When National Public Radio does a series on life after death, you know the question of what happens to us after we die is more than just a religious matter.
The man in the checkout line bought a six-pack of beer, a gallon jug of cheap red wine and a frozen eggplant Parmesan casserole. An interesting combination, I thought. Apparently the young fellow bagging the items recognized the man, who had done some tutoring at the local high school.
Again ... another mass shooting. Again ... the shooter is killed. We will never know exactly why he did this awful thing. Apparently he was mentally ill, but that alone is not an explanation.
"Am I my brother's keeper?"
Opinions - we all have them. I wish I could find some acceptable way to repeat the standard joke about opinions, but this is a respectable family paper. If you don't know what I am talking about, ask a friend.
Moods, personal ups and downs, are cyclical. Even the most cheerful of optimists have their bad days, and pessimists have been known to smile occasionally. According to a friend who tracks cycles in the stock market, the public has moods swings as well. At present he is looking back through old media photos of public figures. Think Franklin D. Roosevelt at Yalta. Mostly, those fellows looked pretty grim.
What do we mean when we say someone is an "enabler?"
Could the first Man be a woman?
I've just discovered gardening!
Apparently that moniker was coined by Hillary Clinton back in 2008 when she ran against Barack Obama in the primaries. She called her own plan Clintoncare. We're talking about national health coverage. Why not call it that? Because the name is politically neutral -- neither a rallying cry for one side nor a cudgel for the other.
Americans are risk takers.
Almost everyone knows what post-traumatic stress disorder is. Just to be clear: PTSD is a type of anxiety disorder that can occur when an individual under goes a sudden trauma.
My husband and I are part owners of family property. Since we are the only family members living in Georgia, the cellphone people came to us when they began looking for a new tower location in this area.
I always read the Rev. Billy Graham's column when it appears in the paper. He is about as fundamentalist as they come, but I find I often agree with him, if I translate his statements from his simple one-dimensional language to something deeper and more universal.
When I came to Georgia in 1955, it was a one-party state. The Democrats were the only game in town. After 1964, when Lyndon Johnson signed the Civil Right Act, he told Bill Moyers he'd just delivered the South to the Republicans for the next 50 years. He was right.
I saw my brother do it when he was a kid. My husband said he did the same thing: spend hours making a model airplane and then one day, set it on fire and launch it from the highest window in the house. All that work, down in flames. Kaput!
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