I’ve had it! This is the last straw! Facebook is ignoring me and I’m not going to stand for it any more. Dang it, I feel just like I did in the cafeteria at South Junior High in Abilene, Texas (time to scrabble around in the aging brain cells here…..) oh yeah, 55 years ago,…
Of Praise and Promise
Friday I attended a reception given by the Chaparral Women’s Club of Round Rock to award grants to a number of local non-profits. It was fun meeting the other grantees, and I had one of those moments so satisfying and wonderful they go beyond any emotion you can pin a name on. At my table,…
Rebekah’s Smile II
Well, I promised Rebekah I’d put a tune to “Rebekah’s Smile,” the poem I wrote her last year for her 25th birthday. You might recall she asked me about it after Kelly and I sang to her on her 26th birthday. But I couldn’t come up with a tune, and then Rebekah’s dad, Fr. John,…
Going to Hell in a Wheelbarrow
“The world is going to hell in a wheelbarrow, and this is not going to do retarded people any good.” Dr. Wolf Wolfensberger, Mental Retardation, February 1994. I was skimming the current (April 2010) issue of Intellectual and Development al Disabilities: A Journal of Policy, Practices, and Perspectives, the official publication of the American Association on…