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
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
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
It’s happened yet again. Another horrific event/accident/terrorism incident, and in the comments of the articles and in social media we see blaming of the victim: If only they’d watched their child better, or If only they hadn’t been at that place at that time, or If only they’d been more careful, less stupid. If only … Continue reading Are you going to let the latest tragedy make you harder, or softer?
When I was asked to be a “responder” for a writers and artists fest our school district hosts each year at the university, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. My daughter had participated when she was in middle school, spending five agonizing minutes reading her writing in front of two “responders,” several peers, and … Continue reading Hoarding your praise doesn’t make it more valuable