There are days when I am a practical atheist. On those days, I tend to be cranky. I want my kids to behave, and I lose patience with them easily. I fail to notice the beauty of my surroundings. I don’t say thank you very much. Those days feel flat. There are other days, I…

For better or for worse, I’ve gotten more and more used to the words “retard” and “retarded.” They don’t sting the way they used to. I know they are usually just careless and thoughtless, not intentional jibes at a group of human beings whose IQ is lower than average. But I still think it is…

My husband’s family is from New Orleans. He spent much of his childhood there, and most of his aunts, uncles, and cousins still call New Orleans home. I fell in love with the city after his mom became ill with cancer. We lived with her for a few months, and I stood in awe of…

I’ve been on vacation this week, which has given me ample time to read. Some articles of interest: “Rumor To Fact in Tales of Post-Katrina Violence” from the New York Times. I will be posting my own reflections on the 5-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina next week, but one thing a storm (literal or figurative)…

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