Home for the holidays

My son has arrived home for the holidays, and we’re filled with glee in my house. When I say “we,” I don’t mean to speak for my son—but the rest of the family, the core who live here year-round: self, husband, two dogs. Our world doesn’t orbit around the son who lives half a large continent away, but when he’s with us…it kind of does.

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Reading the news

“Your Tax Dollars Help Starve Children.”

I read this in my newspaper as I bite into my egg sandwich.

Sadness mingles with guilt, egg with cheese, and what am I to do but go on?

I send money to counter the money already spent in my name, hope to undo what I’ve already done without knowing will it be enough, will it save one life, and what is one life balanced against 85,000, against 12 million? Continue reading