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Christina's World by Andrew Wyeth
I’m at a, “why bother” place right now with writing. I’m trying to change that, but it’s slow and painstaking, which is a lie. Slow and painstaking conjures up the painting, “Christina’s World”, right? As if I’m dragging myself up a steep hill using my frail little arms. It’s not that way at all. It goes like this: I sit down at the computer to write, but instead, play solitaire and think about how I wish I would write. Then I check FB to see if there’s anything I’ve missed, and usually there is. Someone has undoubtedly read something else on the internet that they think I should read, and so I do, or had a meal or a hassle that I should know about, or they say something cryptic that lures me into trying to figure it out the back story by researching (notice we’re avoiding the use of the word, “stalking”) them and their friends and their friend’s friends. Or, Emily Bazelon will post something interesting, like that Rick Santorum’s wife, Karen, was living with an abortion provider when she met Rick, that compels me to further research. (Wait, what does she look like? Is she the one with the huge round hair? Oh, no, that’s Callista. And does Anne Romney always look like a backstabber, or is it just that one picture?) And so on.
I thought maybe if I posted something, anything, even this confessional little paragraph, it would be a start. So there it is.
I’m coming out today as a church lady. I know - sodowdy! I’ve been a Unitiarian Universalist my whole life, and deeply involved in my church for over twenty years. I know where the aprons are stored in the church kitchen, I’ve been to a billion potlucks and fundraisers and most of all, Sunday morning services. I’ve worked in the religious education program for 20 years and been the president of the Board of Trustees, been on the Social Justice committee, and done a million other things over the years. I have a key to the front door, fer godsakes. But I don’t talk about it much. I tend to be moderately private about my involvement in a church, because lots of people hear the word “church” or “organized religion” and it conjures up a vision of dogmatic haters. When people bash organized religion, I remain quiet, because I get it. I understand why so many thoughtful people of conscience are opposed to, or frightened by, organized religion. There are numerous examples of religion p…
Aries (3/21 – 4/19):People have been remarking lately on the fact that I only have an inside voice, and am not capable of shouting. (Does it seem like some people only listen to shouting? But that's a different rant, and so inappropriate for this cheery blog!) I've decided to call it an Insider Voice, which I think makes it more compelling. Doesn't everyone want to be an insider? Aries, use your insider status for good, not evil. You're about to have a remarkable week. Don't squander it!
Taurus (4/20 – 5/20): I've been doing lots of math for free at the Khan Academy, and I'd highly recommend it if you have a solitaire addiction. (Ahem. You know who you are.) I personally have an irrational fear of global transient amnesia, and I'm trying to innoculate myself against it with math. Suiting up as a mathlete. See all the dark blue squares, Taurus? That's mastery! I know, it's mostly in concepts like one digit addition, but I will work …
Twelve years ago, when Bush was re-elected, I felt sad. The nation seemed to have nonchalantly accepted being at war. We knew by then that there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, the war that was killing and maiming so many was based on misinformation at best, and as a nation, we didn’t seem to care. My then teen-aged daughter fell into a depressive slump, and stopped wearing shoes as a way to denounce the way things were going. I was disappointed by the election, but not devastated. Four more years. We knew what we were in for, and though I was deeply disturbed, I wasn’t terrified. We would plod through. Here we are in 2016, and it’s a whole new ballgame. We watch, breath held, as the man who believes it’s okay to grab women by the genitals, spew hateful rhetoric against entire countries and religions, and seems unable to focus for more than a few minutes at a time, begins to take charge. I, like many of you, feel terrified and sickened. If it weren’t so disgusti…