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One Thing I Know

One thing I know for sure is that, regardless of what I do, people will always criticize me.  I won’t make everyone happy  And, since that’s the case, I should just worry about me.  For once, I NEED to be selfish, even if  don’t want to.  Somehow, what I want for me will be seen as selfish, even though it is really what I have to have for my own survival.  I have to follow through with my plan.  I guess I should think again about what Jane said all those years ago: “Take care of yourself or you won’t be able to take care of anyone else.”


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I’m watching this television show where there is a fancy black and white ball. Two of the young girls show up wearing the exact same white formal gown. They both have the same color and length blonde hair. Of course one is much prettier than the other but that’s beside the point. The point being that it would be horribly embarrassing to wear the same dress as someone else to any kind of function. You figure that the two people will be continually compared to each other. (more…)

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Sacred Sundays

Sundays are my favorite day of the week.  To me, they both begin and end the week.  What other day can you say you are beginning and ending the week in the same way?

For many years, I used to feel Sunday was “family day” and the kids could not run off and do things with friends and school buddies.  I could not commit to some committee meeting or other.  All that could be done on Saturday, or any other day, but not on Sunday,   Sundays were for sleeping in and then having the kids crawl into bed with me and talking or watching a show or reading the Sunday paper together.

Now it is still a sacred day.  No family around but still special.  It is still a time to reflect on the past week and put it to an end and think of goals for the coming week and plan on how to achieve them.  I think that’s a pretty special way to spend Sundays.  And if sleeping in is a part of it, so be it.

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Many years ago, I saw the movie, To Kill A Mockingbird. I was six years old. Although I didn’t understand everything that was happening on the big screen, I did understand Scout and her love for Atticus and Jem and her innocent acceptance of and fascination with Boo Radley and the people the town folk looked down on and judged.

Later, in middle school, I read Harper Lee’s simple, honest, and amazing book upon which the movie was based. I understood so much more than I had at six years of age. I appreciated the writing and the innocence portrayed by the characters. And I still loved and worshiped Atticus, perhaps more than at age six.

In high school, I read the book again. I understood more. I enjoyed more. I questioned more. And I loved Scout, Atticus, Jem, and even Dill so much more than in previous encounters.

Since then I have read the book countless times and seen the movie repeatedly. I am convinced that it is probably one of the top ten books ever written. It transcends time, race, class, gender, age, and so much more. To Kill A Mockingbird is an incredibly memorable encounter with honesty, heroism, good versus evil, right versus wrong, justice versus injustice, and simplicity.

To portray things in simple and honest terms is a gift. To live life in a simple and honest way is a goal.

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