The culture we are creating
by Lori Twichell You may think you know what I’m going to address in this article. After all, it’s what everyone is talking about today. But you might be surprised at where I’m going with it. Just stick with me – even if things get a little uncomfortable. If the big game last night brought in the viewing numbers that it usually does, over 100 million people from around the globe joined together to watch this extravagant, over the top piece of entertainment. People who hate football tuned in for the commercials and the hype. People who love football obviously had their part to watch. And there was, as always,…
It’s A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood (Spoiler free)
From the moment I sat in the seat at the theater, I was ready for home and childhood and....safety. Mr. Rogers was safe. Always. Oh please don't screw that up. Right now, of all the things in my life, I need the peace, healing. Safety. Even though I didn't realize it when I bought the tickets to the movie, I desperately needed to sit in a dark theater and just be, well, loved for a couple of hours without judgment. I needed this movie. I think a lot of people do.
Establishing the Work of My Hands….
I had no idea at the time, but that simple ten-minute phone call with a woman whose name I don’t even remember changed everything for me. That passage resonated with me and for days afterward when the kids were crying or I was second guessing my thoughts to work from home, I would hear these verses in my head.
When I first started reading on my own (and FINALLY didn’t need someone to read TO me) Paddington became one of my best friends. I absolutely adored his adventures because he felt a little bit like me. I was an only child and both of my parents worked, so I was often left to my own devices. Sometimes it turned out to be really cool and others turned out….not so great. So I found a kindred spirit in this bear that didn’t exactly have a family or feel like he fit in anywhere. Like me, Paddington often found himself on his own and he had the most precious spirit! He…
Our Culture of Shame
I hate conflict. I really do. During the election season, I kept my head down and refused to engage in any sort of debate. I even begged out of a bunch of conversations when people would tag me and ask for my opinion. I really, really hate it. (And I’m married to a man who thrives on debate. How did that happen? *smh*) So it’s not often that I share my opinions on hot topics or potentially controversial subjects. But this morning I woke up to a flurry of messages on Facebook about something I had posted yesterday and I have to admit that I was absolutely stunned by it.…
But I have the right to…..
Okay, let me start here by saying that I hate confrontation. For most of the election season, I kept quiet on all topics. I tend to shy away from debate. Maybe I’m a people pleaser. Maybe I am just not strong enough on the debate side. I really don’t know. I just know that I usually shrink back into the corner on all things politics/debate/controversy. There’s been a real uptick in people who are involved in politics and registering their opinions. Social media has given everyone a platform to say what they like and believe. In many ways, this is a good thing. It’s given people a voice. But the…