February 1, 2008

Fighting to Win … a Lenten Pledge

Tonight on “Celebrity Apprentice,” Donald Trump didn’t get to utter his signature “You’re fired!” Instead, Vincent Pastore (pictured, of “Sopranos” fame … a show I never did see) stunned everyone by resigning. Long story short, Piers Morgan (what a twit) was such a toxic individual that Mr. Pastore decided he would rather go home than continue to deal with the man’s nonsense. So first Pastore tried a double-agent maneuver with the girls’ team, which ended badly, then he simply resigned. (Trump seemed disappointed; I think he was itching to ditch the snarky Brit, as was everyone else on his team except the boxer, who must […]
March 5, 2007

Looking Toward Jerusalem

It happens every Lent. We get to that place in the “big red book” and start singing a song that I have never managed to get through without choking up. I have fixed my eyes on your hills,Jerusalem mydestiny!/ Though I can not see the end for me, I can not turn away. We have set our hearts for the way; this journey is our destiny./ Let no one walk alone.The journey makes us one. Other spirits, lesser gods, have courted me withlies,/ Here among you I have found a truth which bids me rise. *chorus* To the tombs I went to mourn the hope […]
February 21, 2007

“No God a Lod”

Christopher has penmanship like his father’s: A cross between a serial killer’s and a neurosurgeon’s. With a burst of newfound literacy, his words run together without capitals, spaces, uppers and lowers jumbed together. It has a profoundly confusing affect. We offered him a dollar for each exercise page, a knock-off of a typing exercise from decades past: “The quick brown fox jumps. The lazy dog sleeps.” To no avail. So you can imagine my mixed feelings this morning, coming out to find the following sign posted on his bathroom door: “Sarah is not a lod in this bathroom!” It was his first independent expression … […]