Anthony Elonis, from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, posted several messages on Facebook that were graphically violent rap lyrics. The messages were about killing and mutilating his estranged wife, firing a weapon in kindergarten class and assaulting an FBI agent.
Occasionally so many things coalesce that we finally have to pay attention. As for me, I have ignored some great teachers along the way -- people like Pema Chodron, Henri Nouwen and, closer to home, Marilyn Wolff of the Servant Leadership School of Greensboro. That is a lot of wisdom to shun. I’d rather think that, all this time, their teachings were slowly seeping into me such that, one day last week, they reached a saturation point at which my whole chemistry was transformed
I’ve always said it’s important to have friends. Good friends are there when you need them, and are willing to share your grief, listen to your gripes, and be happy for your triumphs. Sometimes friends become family in almost every sense of the word, including the times when they tell you not to wear a certain outfit or that you need to take off a couple of pounds. The good thing is that it’s OK to tell them to shut up, whereas with your mother...well, anyway....
The Thanksgiving Holiday Schedule for the Orange County Solid Waste Department is as follows:
Q. I am a healthy, 53-year-old man with high cholesterol. I take atorvastatin to keep it under control.
I had planned a quiet Thanksgiving. Just me, all alone, with a Stouffer’s turkey dinner. Sure, it’s pathetic, but I’m not the daughter who married a guy from Charlotte whose family might want to see them at Thanksgiving. And, I’m not the son who decided to go visit his cousins in New York ... cousins who, I might add, never went through 12 hours of labor to bring him into this world. So, I guess we all know whose fault it was that I’d be eating Stouffer’s turkey all alone on Thanksgiving ... but, you know me, I don’t complain.
That’s the answer to this question: How many North Carolina related books are published each year.
There are an infinite number of things we can be thankful for. We can forget them when times are rough. Here are some of the things we can be thankful for.
Mom, says my son, I’ve been reading a lot about the benefits of coconut oil. They say that it’s really great for your skin and even your hair. You should try it on your hands ... and your arms ... so you don’t let your skin get all thin and papery like Grandma’s, you know?
Last week, the director of the National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences in the Research Triangle Park, Linda Birnbaum, and her husband, David, had a special reason to attend opening night of the PlayMakers production of William Shakespeare’s “Midsummer’s Night’s Dream.”
Brittany Maynard did exactly what she promised to do. She caused a national debate about physician-assisted suicide. A few months ago she told journalists that she planned to end her life November 1; and did exactly that. She did so by swallowing lethal drugs allowed under an Oregon law allowing terminally ill people to choose when to die. She was 29 years old.
In preparation for the humongous amount of food I will consume during Thanksgiving -- which includes my birthday a few days before and the leftovers for a few days afterward -- I’ve started exercising right after I get up in the morning. Well, right after I brush my teeth and make my bed. And, I don’t actually do the actual exercises, per se, I just sort of ... uh ... watch them on TV. But that is the first step, as any personal trainer will tell you. I mean, everyone knows that the path to recovery ... or thinness ... begins by admitting you have a problem, and I’m able to announce proudly now that I have always had a problem with exercise, so I’m trying to do something about it, GET OFF MY BACK!
I was living in North Carolina when I first heard of Clyde Edgerton, but the news of his novel, “Raney,” came to me via my hometown in Arkansas. A childhood friend had written me (pre-email days) about a book she had fallen in love with. “I think the author lives near you,” my friend wrote.
So, yesterday I broke down in tears, and I am totally not making this up. Didn’t plan it -- simply a spontaneous eruption. Granted, being mostly Italian, my tears are not shocking news, but still, this was not due to the typical causes: loved ones injured, lost shoes, brownies burned, wounded soldiers returning from overseas, puppy mills, wishing I could eat the burned brownies (shouldn’t the process of burning them burn out the calories? Just saying...).
Recently I taught a professional development class for teachers that yielded fascinating discussions about books that best serve learning disabled students.