The day before yesterday, after I had picked up the kiddos from school, I saw some blurbs about some woman who was armed and dangerous somewhere in the Denver metro area. Caution was advised. Around that time, I started getting alerts: texts, e-mails, messages, that Denver Public Schools were on lock out. Apparently there was… Continue reading Columbine, Community Contused
Catastrophe Converted
Watching a live feed of Notre Dame Cathedral engulfed in flames took me emotionally back to when I saw the smoke from the Twin Towers billowing and then collapse to the ground. I couldn't draw anything except short breaths. My heart raced. I might have even gritted my teeth. The fires grew. Angry red, orange,… Continue reading Catastrophe Converted
Muddy Mess or Parading Perfection
I'm not one of those who uses social media to parade perfection, as if my life, my family, and my home fit some sort of neat, tidy, and dreamy ideal that make everyone hang on my every word, photo, and post. Can't wait to see and hear what I have to share next. But I… Continue reading Muddy Mess or Parading Perfection
Pleasing or Plundering Perspectives
I can't tell what has had the weightier influence in what I'm about to say, being a philosopher or being a parent. Not that that makes a difference. Maybe it does. I don't know. I've been grading like mad, while doing a million other things over the past few days. Today was the climax of… Continue reading Pleasing or Plundering Perspectives
Too Late to Say Goodbye
Too Late to Say Goodbye My dear, sweet friend, I heard of your passing. Sadness flooded my eyes. Made seeing difficult. Not what I expected, when I heard the phone ring. Jumbled and confused, the news gave my heart a jolt. I miss you.… Continue reading Too Late to Say Goodbye
Long-Suffering Love
Recently, watching Crazy Rich Asians made me think more about how far people go to love, really love someone, even to the point of saying "goodbye." Many of you know I'm very fond of Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera. Before going any further, i should warn you I'll be giving some spoilers, regarding… Continue reading Long-Suffering Love
Rebel Refugee
I was born and raised in the same area, attended the same schools, participated in a variety of lessons ranging from the performing arts to sports, did the same sort of activities to pass the time. Same as everybody else. All I had really wanted was to blend in. But, that didn't happen. Not remotely… Continue reading Rebel Refugee
