We spend so much in anger and it buys us nothing (Plus a HUGE sneak peek to Book 8, “The Last Day”)

They got into a fight in the cafeteria yesterday, the two boys. One was calling another a derogatory name until the victim finally punched the bully in the head during dinner. “Did you see any problems with them yesterday? You have both of them,” my husband asked me. They are in one of my American … Continue reading We spend so much in anger and it buys us nothing (Plus a HUGE sneak peek to Book 8, “The Last Day”)

To all my high school teachers 30 years ago–I’m so very, very sorry

While I was getting fingerprinted yesterday, I realized I had a lot of apologies to make. No, I hadn’t committed any crime, except for becoming a substitute teacher for a local high school. Which means I remembered my high school years and the way I behaved. No, I wasn’t smoking in the east parking lot, … Continue reading To all my high school teachers 30 years ago–I’m so very, very sorry

They may do that, but we do NOT

It’s getting harder to teach my children civility when they see mature adults deliberately flouting the law. Like right here: We were at the grocery store waiting for my daughter when a seemingly healthy man around 60 and wearing nice vacation clothes pulled his Subaru up to this sign. I watched as he eyed it, … Continue reading They may do that, but we do NOT

The Internet Civility Award (TICA): Who will you award it to?

The other day something astonishing happened on my Facebook page. Friend #1 posted his feelings about government spending, and Friend #2 chimed in with an opposing viewpoint. Friend #1 presented more evidence. Friend #2 countered and began to escalate. This is the astonishing part: Friend #1 explained his beliefs, then APOLOGIZED if he stepped on … Continue reading The Internet Civility Award (TICA): Who will you award it to?

You don’t have to agree with me for us to be friends

I was 19 and terrified to realize that my supervisor for the summer was an openly gay man. It was the late 1980s, and I was from a sheltered community where “such people” were rare. Realizing that me, Molly Mormon, would have to interact with Flamboyant Paul made me think I’d made a mistake in … Continue reading You don’t have to agree with me for us to be friends