How do you celebrate freedom?
In the mid-20th century, members of my family and I would often gather midday July 4 to watch the television broadcast of the movie musical “1776.”
Holiday picnics and fireworks would happen later in the day.
Since childhood, I have loved to play in the dirt. Mud pies were my specialty back then.
So one can only imagine how excited I am each spring to get out in the yard and start planning and planting.
This season threw me a curve ball, however.
From overuse and advancing age, I managed to tear the meniscus in my left knee.
Pain made bending and kneeling, not to mention walking and standing, almost unbearable.
An old, yellowed newspaper clipping is secured on my refrigerator with a magnet. It reads:
“You may have tangible wealth untold; caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be — I had a mother who read to me,” from “The Reading Mother” by Strickland Gillilan in “The Read Aloud Handbook”
I put this quote on my refrigerator when I was pregnant with my first child, approximately 25 years ago. I learned if I read to my children before they were born, they would recognize my voice after they were born, and that was true.
Miss America 2.0. Coming soon: New website. New show. New experience.
Previous winners of the popular pageant are casting their own votes now, after last week’s announcement that the Miss America organization will eliminate its swimsuit and evening gown contests from the 97-year-old event.
Gretchen Carlson, the newly named chairwoman of the Miss America board of directors and herself a winner of the pageant, also announced it was no longer to be considered a pageant, but rather a competition.
All research begins with someone asking the question, “I wonder ...?” That is what my research design instructor told us on the first day of class.
I have a number of things that make me go, “Huh ...!” but at the behest of my family, who had to endure me going through graduate school a few years ago, I decided to spare them and not to embark upon a Ph.D.
“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
Before acting, I ponder this phrase taught to me by my mother years ago. If whatever I am about to say or do does not fit the framework of “something nice,” I simply refrain from putting it out to the world. This second look has stopped me from doing a lot of things I know I would have regretted.
“When anger rises, think of the consequences,” Confucius said.
Hoist the balloons for the month of June
Month that you are
those near and far
as countless as stars
From the first to the 30th
We attend each event
Purchase gifts galore
So there’s ample delight
Such a splendid occasion is June
What a sight!
A few weeks ago, I heard a startling statistic that frightened me. During a caregivers class at a local hospital, the facilitator told attendees that 80 percent of caregivers die before their patient does.
Initially, that news sounded unbelievable. Surely, there was some mistake. But the more I thought about that high figure, the more sense it made.
The weekend of May 18-20 was a study in the contrast between love and hate, good vs. evil.
On Friday, hate prevailed as Dimitrios Pagourtzis, a 17-year-old student at Santa Fe High School, Santa Fe, Texas, walked into the school’s art complex with a shotgun and a handgun and began shooting at his fellow students.
In the end, 10 people were slaughtered. Another 13 were wounded. Pagourtzis was taken into custody following a shootout with police.
To the Editor:
Imagine living where you’re allowed to vote, but your vote doesn’t count because election outcomes are predetermined by a few powerful party leaders. Russia or Iran may come quickly to mind.
Unfortunately, you don’t have to go that far, as this is the situation in Pennsylvania.