I understand that, not being a native southerner, my opinion about the Confederate flag likely isn’t worth a slice of pecan pie. I was told by the Wal-Mart greeter, when I first moved to rural Virginia, that I was a “Yankee.” There was a slight sneer in her accent when she didn’t hear any drawling … Continue reading The South Deserves Better than the Confederate Flag
This is my father’s coffin, July 2, 2015. These are the soldiers folding the flag that covered him. And while I watched the ceremony yesterday, I was struck that not only had my father died, but my country is dying, too. I worry deeply about America. I agree with so many others who have written more … Continue reading I worry that America is dying
"Why didn’t you do anything to stop him?" That’s what people frequently asked my father. He immigrated to America in the 1950s, and had a subtle yet clear German accent. “Why didn’t you stop Hitler when you noticed he was ruining everything? He completely changed Germany, and you did nothing about it!” My dad would … Continue reading Why didn’t you do anything to stop him?
Some time ago I came to the realization that whenever someone throws out the “Don’t judge me!” line, it’s because at some level they suspect that they’re in the wrong, but they’re not ready to admit it, and certainly not ready to resolve it, and would rather that everyone STOP REMINDING THEM about it. It’s … Continue reading Don’t judge me=I’m already feeling guilty
“That’s right, sweety—that’s a dog. Doggies are bad. They will always bite you, even if they look nice. Keep walking . . .” That was the conversation I overheard between a mom and her three-year-old daughter yesterday. I was pushing my son in a stroller past them, and glanced over at the evil beast behind … Continue reading “She knew that in a very real way, she controlled the world. At least, she controlled the way her students would see it.”