Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Obama's Missed Legacy

A thought I find so troubling and just plain sad in the wake of the Dallas shootings and all the other racial unrest bubbling up in our nation is the legacy President Obama has missed attaining.

I didn't vote for him, I haven't supported his policies, and I don't agree with most of his views. But as the first black President, think what could have been if Obama had really been a black leader for all the people.

Remember his first election eight years ago? He was going to heal all wounds; the seas were going to rise and the people were going to link arms and he was going to guide us into a great big beautiful future full of fulfilled promises and the beginning of a brave new world. If one believed his passionate words (and bought into Oprah crying, and celebrities swooning and keening at his feet ) we could almost see how a black President was indeed just what the country needed.

And we did need a black President - it was high time for this nation to elect a person of color to the Oval office. But we needed a President more -- one who could elevate black citizens and also be a staunch ally of law enforcement; a real Commander-In-Chief. But he has been too quick to see wounds that may not even exist, too slow in letting facts develop before making pronouncements on the root causes of racial tensions as well as individual situations. He is not a President for black people or white people -- he is a stylish but hollow genie lamp that overpromises and under-delivers.

He has been curiously opaque; a President we have never really known. A loving husband and father, he seems curiously absent when it comes to his care and affection for the rest of us. He always seems to be somewhere else when big things go down, and he inevitably takes to the podium after a tragedy with an attitude of derision and disgust, seemingly forgetting that this is the America he himself has had a huge hand in making.

The president could have done much to heal the nation's racial wounds, with a steady and impartial hand and an insistence on rights for all the people. But with a liberal agenda to push, actual Americans came second.

We will have to turn to each other to sort out or troubles. With Obama, his stubborn, eloquent but ultimately childish insistence on blacks being the objects of predjudice at every turn has led to a brand of racism against whites and an abandonment of justice and even common sense -- with America the frustrated benefactors of the divided country he soon leaves behind.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Happy Father's Day

(Dad with George Schultz, former Secretary of State)

Has it really been five months since I've posted to the good ol' blog?

Where does time go? As many of you know, working, kids, and other daily/weekly/even hourly duties that constitute modern life leave us scant time to read, reflect, or write anything. (I write for a living, so my case different, but you get the gist.)

But sometimes, something pops up that is so special, you have to take a moment to share it in any way you can think of. In this case, pre-Father's Day, I'm sharing my dad.

Take a moment to check out this article, and experience the man that is Jim Purcell.

And as you prepare to celebrate your dad -- or the memory of your dad -- I wish you moments that take you away from busy, hectic life and have you enjoying those who mean the most.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Put Down the Pencil, Grab a Rake

Does it seem sometimes like everything is changing? Is that a function of age, or are things really morphing at lightning speed?

Whew! I can hardly keep up!

Enjoy this article about how even college admissions applications are changing. Your kid may need to spend more time at the soup kitchen to get accepted to a top college.


Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Goodbye, 2015

Wow...is it really almost 2016?

What a year it's been. More of my friends have had grandchildren this year, our youngest son entered his junior year in high school, and a beloved horse passed away, leaving lessons of love and commitment behind. Our oldest son makes Tennessee his home, and yet another makes strides in the business world of Boston.

Time seems more precious, and time with our parents increasingly precious. Nationally, 2015 saw an increase in domestic terrorism, and scenes of chaos from Paris that seemed from a nightmare. Society continues to change, and an election for President will happen this year.

Here's my prediction: Trump vs. Hillary in the general. Did I really just write that? How fun and interesting it has already been to observe  and we're just getting going!

Here at the cusp of a new year, enjoy a more light-hearted piece from LifeZette about baby names. Come on, people  they're just getting weird.


Wednesday, December 2, 2015

You're A Mean One, Mrs. Grinch

Many times, if you have traditional values, you are akin to the Grinch. To others - especially those who hold values counter to yours - you seem to always be screaming, "Stop Changing Things!" into the wind, furrowing your brow and wringing your hands like a curmudgeon (great word). You slink around corners and with your long, hairy fingers stealthily snatch all forms of interesting, captivating, modern fun.

You are a stick-in-the-mud, a fuddy-duddy, intractably stubborn and mired in "the old days." You're a mean one, Mrs. Grinch. 

It is not a resistance to change that motivates traditional, or conservative people. It is an energetic and optimistic belief that certain things just work. It is an ability to see down the road and say, at the end of the day, this will bring discord and dissatisfaction and a hollowness to either personal or national character.

An applied, exercised foresight. Change for change's sake, or worse, to fulfill empty whims of children, is not worth our time or effort.

This may seem harsh when applied to the story linked to, below, but honestly, we are doing our girls a disservice if we bend to this latest example of whim-ery.

Work to make things better, girls - don't blow them up when they don't suit you.

Here's the subject of tonight's blog post: http://www.lifezette.com/momzette/no-you-cant-be-a-boy-scout/

To prove that I'm neither curmudgeon or fuddy-duddy, here's a list of modern things I DO like:

1. Texting
2. Chipotle Burrito Bowl (get your act together with the e-coli, Chipotle!)
3. Adele
4. Sweaters on Dogs (as long as they're comfortable)
5. Fancy wine-openers that come in a velvet box
6. The Fitbit - it's on my Christmas list 
7. Budweiser commercials with puppies and Clydesdales

Monday, November 30, 2015

Jazzed for Christmas

This year I am so jazzed for Christmas!!

Most years I feel under-whelmed at this point in the holiday calendar; I love to start the holiday craziness a little later than what is now popular. Around December 12th I decorate the house and do the bulk of my Christmas shopping. I begin to listen to Christmas music in earnest around that time, and attempt to  make cookies, too. I basically self-immerse in it all.

 And if it snows? Forget it - I'll be the first one to make a snow angel in the yard.

This  year, I'm feeling that beloved holiday spirit early. I am excited for the Masses at church and the Christmas carols to come. I have also decided to do the following to usher in my interior celebration:

1. Although news-watching is a part of my job, I will limit the amount of time I watch bad news on television. The world is crazy, and we'd better get used to it. Seek out the good.

2. I will go to Adoration once a week - this quiet chapel time where your thoughts expand in the silence and yet are more focused, too.

3. I will pick a way our family can give that is meaningful - and as Mom, drag them to do it. That's the American way.

4. When my boys were little, I used to make tea and sit in front of our creche at night after they were tucked in, contemplating, imagining, and generally being blissed-out on a fact that my human brain can't even begin to totally take in - a loving God sent a Son He so loved into this poor world, and that Son for a time walked the earth among us.

I will try to have a few of those quiet times alone in the dining room again this year.

I would like to thank the Simons, the Lewises, and Pam Koner of Family to Family for helping me remember what is important; it was an honor to write their story. Check it out, below:


I hope you, too,find your way to a meaningful, super-connected Christmas or Hannukah celebration. I hope you have those moments of seeing how loved you, in your imperfection and striving, really are.

And I hope the shivery light-bulb moments of true understanding come to you as we ready our homes for this most joyous of times.

T hank you for reading. :-) God bless!

Friday, November 20, 2015

Campus Craziness - Don't Attend Victimology University!

College craziness - kids needing safe spaces, apologies, the re-writing of history, and the list goes on, and on...so read on http://www.lifezette.com/momzette/college-campus-craziness/

Have a great weekend, stay safe, and talk to your kids about staying grounded in an increasingly bizarre world.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Don't Spoil Your Teen!

Are you raising a great teen or a self-centered wreck? Read this cautionary tale. Our kids are our greatest work - so lets keep up the work  to have them turn out right - good citizens and adults capable of caring for themselves, as well as others.


Happy Monday!

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Michelle Obama - don't bother with punctuation - that's not cool!

Click here to read all about Michelle Obama
s new social media sharing initiative - where you should forget grammar and keep content "raw."

Saturday, October 17, 2015

The Last Game in the Old Stadium at ENMU

I am taking a trip next week that I am so excited about I have a case of the butterflies. Something on the horizon that is so special, it's as if  my whole system can''t wait to go. I am going back to my college town - Portales, N.M.

 A small dusty town nestled in the southeast corner of the state, next week-end Portales will be my Paris or London.

I live thousands of miles from where I went to college. In what was a blip in an otherwise smooth experience of east-coast-ness, at 17 I left home and traveled from Maryland to New Mexico for higher learning with a side of desert sunsets. It was a culture shock, an adventure waiting to be had, and a savior to a perpetually restless personality - a trait that would continue, in ever-lessening frequency, for a lifetime. 

Restlessness is not cool; it does not make one mysterious in that good way once you're a grown-up. It is a fatiguing, sometimes frustrating need to always see more than what you are seeing; do more than you are doing. It has been a lifelong lesson in appreciation of the now, to mostly overcome restlessness.

I live an ordinary life and am happily immersed in my work as a journalist and the day-to-day of family with a husband and three sons - the last of whom is now 16, the other two well into adulthood and thriving on their own. Now is a good time to take a breath and look back,shading my eyes and scanning the horizon like an archaeologist looking for clues to answer the question: how did this place, put firmly in the past years ago, become so formative to who I am now?

 I am travelling back to the place I've only been once since I left, to see the last football game in the old stadium at ENMU before it is torn down to make way for a new one. I am meeting some old friends back there, and rushing time - that robber, that albatross - will briefly stand still.

After I left school I never looked back and never went back - one of the hallmarks of restlessness. Actually I did go back once, when I was in Arizona with my husband and "popped over" alone to New Mexico for two nights. During that trip, I walked my campus as a grown woman, I let two freshmen excitedly give me the tour I went on 30 years prior as a teen, and I had lunch with the town sheriff (by accident; he was reading the paper and offered me a section; one thing led to another.)

I can't wait to see faces I haven't seen in years (and may have to struggle for the name that goes with them.) I'm not a particularly rabid football fan, so I'll talk through most of the game. (And I have a crazy fear of mascots - anything in a costume with a fully enclosed head - but that's for another post.)

I can't wait to feel the New Mexico air, have a real burrito or chimmichanga, and see faces that are now a bit more lined, topped with gray, perhaps, and the dearer for it. I am ready to time-travel.

Houston, commence the countdown.

And there's this...one of my LifeZette articles on FOX News.com.

Have a great week-end. Get a little restless.

Obama's Missed Legacy

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