• "My momma's got AIDS" the little girl whispered. It was one of those whispers that is so quiet that it knocks your breath away, like a sonic boom. Her skin was like copper, hardened, darkened, but smoother than silk. She had a pock-mark on the corner of her forehead, near where her coarse, black hair began to embrace her head. I couldn't help but think that she looked beautiful.

    December 5, 2010
  • Sometimes I am pretty sure the only reason our lives are so dull is because we don't have the appropriate music playing in the background constantly. I am convinced my life would be amazing as any Oscar-winning movie if some D.J. in the sky always had a perfect soundtrack going for me.

    October 18, 2010
  • I remedy this by walking over to my refrigerator, overflowing my glass with ice-cold water as I am distracted, making a puddlely mess on the floor for my toddling son to slip on. Or if I am not home, I can stick a crisp George Washington in a machine, which then pops out a fresh bottle of water. I pull of the top, twist, snap, and drink deeply from the bliss of agua deliciosa. It's somewhat sad then, that a good part of the world experiences thirst and water shortages pretty regularly.

    October 15, 2010
  • These charities have very effective, considerate, and sustainable practices. Which means giving to them does not just throw money down a bottomless well by building these wells. These wells actually transform communities and save lives. They are magic wells.

    October 14, 2010
  • I am part of an organization, L2F Needs Network. Actually, a best friend (the director of L2F) and I spend the majority of our non-essential-household-taking-care-of-time (there has got to be a better way to say that) running L2F. . . It's like we are Robin Hood, but we don't have to steal from the rich. Which is good, because I would probably have some moral qualms about that.

    September 17, 2010
  • She picks up some stacking pegs, then goes about dropping them in specific locations on the floor. This must either be creative art or she is practicing war tactics again. If the latter, these landmine-like devices will cause pain in one foot and hopping up and down on the opposite leg. I choose to presume this is an artistic expression, while make a mental note not to step on them . . . My daughter is a delight. She makes me crazy, grating on my impatience or shocking me with her callous little girl evil. But, its impossible to not love her.

    September 13, 2010
  • Burning hairspray is cool. Burning bras- that was cool in the 60's. Burning books? Um, didn't we learn in American English from Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 that book burning is the end of society as we know it? But burning one fifth of the world's population's holy book!? Dude, we don't burn cows as a public outcry against Hindus! We only burn cows if we like our steak very very well done! But that is a whole different thing.

    September 10, 2010