The demise of fairness and the ability to tell the good guys from the bad ones
I often think back to the 90’s with a feeling of nostalgia for a decade that seemed as hopeful as it was prosperous. As an idealist right out of college, I listened to Paula Cole’s famous song and believed that most of us were cowboys —that we understood the ideals of right and wrong, and measured out justice, like John Wayne, with impartiality and integrity. That’s what I believed back then, anyways.
Rachel’s face was weary, her distracted glance seemed lost somewhere in the distance. She spoke of her life in fragments and whispers. Her story was both tragic and impossible. My heart wept for the child who endured such abuse, such profound neglect and who woke up years later with a lifetime of losses and a heart full of sorrow. Her emotions swelled just beneath the surface, though she worked fiercely to contain them.
Yes, I heard it a lot growing up. The word no. It’s such a little word with a lot of influence on parents and kids.
My heart breaks as I read your Good Friday blog, entitled, My Saddest Good Friday in Memory: When Treasured Things are Dead. Throughout the years, I have enjoyed many of your posts, your casual plain-speaking style sprinkled with a dash of humor for a world that takes itself a little too seriously, perhaps.
We said goodbye to our 17 yr old furry child, Sophie this week. Just a few weeks ago, we lost a family friend. Any look on social media reveals a multitude of losses—the loss of parents, children, spouses, neighbors, colleagues, friends. Too much.
It was tearing them apart.
The affair was so long ago, surely we should be over it by now, they wondered?
Sometimes the most beautiful things spring from the deadest places. A few weeks back my husband and I were attending a celebration of life service for a family friend. The service was everything beautiful and sacred, allowing us to pause for a moment and savor the words expressed over a life well-lived, a heart well-loved.
So here’s the thing— Joanne Kraft isn’t an ordinary southern girl. Joanne is a California transplant to the hills of Tennessee, and she’s got a powerful message for all parents out there — you can turn a “mean mom’s” parenting into amazing children. She knows. She’s got four kids of her own. She writes and speaks around the country and I’m thrilled to have my dear friend join the “Peace For A Lifetime” Community today!
Like the rest of the free world, I’m disgusted by what’s happening. Our political climate is like watching a bunch of toddlers without naps.
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It was the tipping point. The beginning of the fall. No, it wasn’t a crash, a sudden impact dive that you didn’t see coming. I saw this coming. I could feel it making its way toward me and yet, I was entirely helpless to stop it.