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Monsters, Monsters Everywhere–And Only Love Can Scare Them

I got news last week that a relative of mine, one of my mother’s cousins, Alice, had passed away. Her funeral was this past Saturday in Broomall, Pennsylvania. My in-laws were coming up from Baltimore to visit us the same day, but I snuck out to the service, a drive of about two hours each way, because, well, it was Alice. And it was a funeral. I’m big on showing up to funerals. Always have been. I just…we need to show up. So I try to. But here’s the thing about Alice. She was the kind of person you wanted in your life, even if it was as remotely as she was in mine. She was 61 when she died, but with the mind of a child, someone in the age range of eight years to 12. What this meant for her family–as accounted by her immediate family at the funeral, as known by me and everyone who’d ever had the chance to interact with her–was that she saw life in the absolute best possible way. Alice was treasured. Treasured. She was happy, positive. She…

Diatribe

That’s it.  Glee just put me over the edge.   These past 24 hours have given me enough reason to pack my children up and move to the Himalayas until they’re 21. Hideous, horrible details keep falling out of the awful mess that is the Sandusky/Penn State scandal.  I’m not going to recap them all, because anyone who has a news channel app on his smartphone, or listens to ESPN radio, or lives where we do, where there’s a Nittany Lion sticker on every other car, knows the details as soon as they hit the wire.  But the piece that actually has brought tears to my eyes is the growing number of people who learned of or knew what was (yes, allegedly, but c’mon) happening to these little boys and didn’t do anything about it.  No one stopped an instance of abuse when he saw it happening.  No one called the police.   There is a rage that fills my heart that feels an awful lot like hurt and pity. Children trusted adults, and were failed by coaches and university administrators. A local elementary school teacher who plead guilty…

Santa, Could You Fit That Living Room Set in My Stocking?

So, David and I feel that it’s our responsibility as parents to try to raise our girls with faith and some solid core values.  We thought we were doing a decent enough job for this stage in the child-rearing game:  taking SK to mass, saying Grace before meals and prayers before bed, discussing some basics of God and Jesus, etc. here and there.  We thought, okay, we’re on the right track.  We’re raising these girls the way we should. But if our little foray into holiday preparations is telling me anything, we’re failing miserably.  Two little scenarios have occurred recently to make me think that we need to up the ante on the whole reason-for-the-Christmas-season conversations with our dear Saoirse.  The first clue was when, last week, Saoirse and I were eating lunch while paging through a new holiday catalog that had arrived that day.  At one point, Saoirse gestured at the catalog and asked me if “Santa Claus lives in there.”  Whoo, boy, I thought.  Thaaat’s not good.  Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.  And he lives in Pottery Barn Kids…