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Hitting the reset button

Photograph by Bruce Brummitt, taken at Monument Valley. Used with permission.
I was going to be kind of sassy as I rang out the old year. Something like, “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out, 2011.” But then I remembered my upbringing. Some people have bad things happen to them and ask, “Why me?” My people have bad things happen to them and ask, “Why not me?”  Read More 
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Peace, love, and irony

My friend Megan says Bethlehem needs their peace flame returned. My family became stewards of the flame, or the flame of the flame, almost by accident on Christmas night. We went to our usually Sunday-night church service. After Rev. Russell’s message (on the need for more irony in the world), and a rousing rendition of The First Noel, a voice cried out from several pews behind us: Read More 
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Band on the run

It took me way too long to figure this out, but the secret to enjoying a school band concert is a big glass of red wine beforehand. Tonight’s program consisted of performances by three bands, and my kid was playing in the last one. I didn’t mind. It’s becoming clear to me that my band concerts are numbered.  Read More 
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