Category archives: Life Reflections
Ah, Christmas. What other time of year
has more traditions wrapped around it? It seems that as a species, humans
thrive on tradition and as much as we sometimes complain about it, we will
create traditions where there is a hole.
As a child growing up, my Christmases
followed the same rhythm each year. Christmas Eve we went to “the barn,” a live
reenactment of Jesus’s birth in a real barn, sitting on real hay bales next to
sheep and a donkey with members of our church acting out the scenes (I was the
first live baby Jesus). Audience ...
I am not a silly person. Sometimes I
can be funny—of the sarcastic variety. Once in a while I can be a bit goofy—after
a couple of glasses of wine. In college I had an 18-month period of time in
which I was REALLY fun—and really drunk. But silly? Never.
Silliness requires the ability to stop worrying
about what others think and to just enjoy the hilarity of the moment. That’s
why children are so good at it. Adults, at least this one, not so much.
In fact, I usually feel disdain for
silly adults (and ...
This morning my daughter climbed into
our bed to snuggle, and a tickle monster attack ensued followed by a game of “pillow”
(in which one person wants to sleep and the other is the moving pillow).
These mornings remind me of my
childhood. My brothers and I jumping onto my parents’ bed, my dad heating up
the griddle for pancakes and bacon. I don’t know if this was rare in my
childhood home or if it happened every weekend, but it is a strong memory. I
can nearly smell the syrup. In my memory, childhood weekends consisted of
Many of my beliefs have changed as I've
aged, but all of my life I've clung to the idea that people are inherently
good. Even when they do terrible things, their inner soul must certainly still
have some good that simply was overrun by something terrible. I've never been
able to grasp that someone could be 100 percent evil. It's getting harder to
abide by that belief.
The Connecticut shooting yesterday, the
Colorado movie shooting a few months ago (just a few miles from my daughter's
school), countless other senseless shootings this past year. Each ...
As the workday wound down this
afternoon, a conversation among coworkers somehow turned to music and the first
CD ever purchased. Five of us were sitting in the area with about a 25-year
range in ages.
When the early-20s-something guy said
his first CD was the “queen of pop,” I was surprised and piped right up with a “me,
too.” I was, of course, talking about Madonna (Like a Prayer because that was
the first available on CD—I’ve still got the earlier stuff on vinyl). He was
talking about Britney Spears. I laughed until I nearly peed. His ...