There are some words that just make my day. “How did you survive raising me?!” is a question that is truly music to my ears.
My oldest son called me one morning to say he was absolutely exhausted from dealing with his 5-year-old. I smiled. You see, Dan was my challenging child. He went on to tell me how Jackson insisted upon dressing like a pirate for preschool that day. They tried everything under the sun to convince him it was not appropriate to wear a costume to school in December, but Jackson persisted. I smiled even more.
The name and political party of an American president or, for that matter, the leader of any country are unimportant.
Blind and uncompromising bureaucracy is the true ruler, and the individual is unimportant in a land governed by laws lacking in common sense.
From young children in wheelchairs groped by TSA agents at airport screenings to the homeowner whose property is seized through eminent domain, the “good” of the country or political subdivision rises above humanity.
Three weeks ago, I watched along with other Americans as Republicans gained control of the 115th U.S. House of Representatives and Senate.
Last Friday, Americans and the world watched as businessman Donald J. Trump was sworn in as the 45th president of the United States.
As a consumer of the Affordable Care Act, I have been closely following what the new Congress will do to the health care laws and the new health care plan its members are expecting to propose to the 20 million Americans insured under the Affordable Care Act, known as Obamacare.
Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus is folding the big top.
According to an announcement on its website, declines in ticket sales and “the transition of elephants off the road” were cited by Kenneth Feld, chief executive of Feld Entertainment, current owner of the 140-plus-year-old entertainment institution, as among the factors making the circus an “unsustainable business.”
Various media outlets announced the closing of the circus in top-of-the-hour roundups Jan. 15.
The Whitehall-Coplay Hunger Initiative just finished a full year of organizing free community meals. When I started asking church leaders about doing this in 2015, a couple of ministers said I would never get this off the ground. When there is a will, there is a way.
In November 2015, I had a free community meal meeting and invited all the Whitehall-Coplay faith-based organizations and other groups. Many came to this meeting. None of the naysayers attended. I explained the program, and every one of the 2016 monthly meals were eagerly scheduled.
Words are powerful.
Think about it. Those distinct elements of speech or writing have caused war, divorce, murder and other atrocities. All that mayhem because of words, which are nothing more than sounds that come out of our mouths or squiggly lines, circles, loops and dots connected in different patterns.
But different sequences of words can lead to healing, peace and love.
At the end of each year, I am glued to the television as we reflect on the celebrities and well-known personalities who have died during the year.
I didn’t know any of them personally, but I certainly benefited in some way from their talents in film, television, books or music.
What we didn’t hear about were the United States military personnel killed in 2016.
Senior Chief Petty Officer Scott Cooper Dayton, 42, of Woodbridge, Va., died Nov. 14, 2016, serving during Operation Inherent Resolve in northern Syria.
During the month of December, our lives are typically filled with special events, gift-giving, family gatherings and foods we only eat once a year. All of these aspects of the season bring most of us joy, but there is something else we experience during the holidays that contributes to our jolly demeanor at this time of year — the music.
I am always last — last to arrive, last to leave, last to get served at a banquet. Sometimes it happens due to my own fault, like because I am running late. But many times, if not most, I am at the end of the line because I tend to hang around and talk. I always seem to find someone to connect with, even in a room full of strangers. It is both a blessing and a curse. I even had the lights turned off on me at a viewing once. “Mom’s last call at the funeral home” is one of those family stories that will go down in history.
This Christmas marks 15 years since my life was forever changed by the kindness and selflessness of others. As you’ll read below, my younger daughter, Katie, was hospitalized on Christmas Eve 2001. A situation that then seemed tragic revealed to our family an awesome and inspiring spirit.
(Printed in the Jan. 19, 2002, edition of The Press)