What’s In a Name?

Good question.

I’ve known that my mom was unusually short of breath and dizzy for the better part of two years. I’ve known that every time I take her to the emergency room, they are alarmed at her pulse oxygen level. I’ve known that she’s fallen more than once, and that the dizziness is a likely contributing factor. I’ve known that she has smoked for more than 60 years, and that all of these things are probably related.

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The Mommy Club

I made a terrible mistake last night— I walked into a one-two punch. We had choir practice, and have been planning to go for pie afterward, as we sometimes do. Just before I walked into the restaurant, I read on Facebook the ravings of one of the horrendous white supremacists from Charlottesville who explained how the death of the 32-year-old victim who was run down by a car was no real loss because single childless women are leeches on society who’ve failed to fulfill their only reasonable function, procreation. Take my word for it if you haven’t read it— it’s not going to help you to read it. I’m pretty angry with the person who cross-posted it, I deliberately did not cross-post it, and I hope you don’t Google it. I’ve given you an accurate rendering of the high points.

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Every Breath Is a New Chance to Get It Right

A young person I love very much is struggling right now. He just graduated high school, and was very sure about what he wanted to do and how it intersected with how he saw himself. He set off in that direction, but despite some success, it wasn’t what he thought it would be, and he didn’t like who it asked him to be. With some reluctance, he turned away from what had been a dream he was sure was right for him. He was confident that we’d all be disappointed, but many (I hope all, but I won’t speak for all of the many people who love and support him) of us care more about who he is than what specific vocation he chooses.

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Toastmasters Preview: Leader of the Band

I’m speaking a week from today, 5-7 minutes of an entertaining story about someone else’s experience. This is running just a touch long (and I have to figure out if I’m going to sing the segment of the Dan Fogelberg song [at 7 a.m., through my speaking nerves, a capella. Piece of cake. I only forget how to breathe when I sing solos in public.] or try to play it, but if I play it, it eats about 30 seconds of my speaking time, so I think I’m going to try to sing it and speed it up.) I welcome your thoughts. It’s a first draft, and though I’m painfully close to it, I’ll try to hear constructive criticism.

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