The Sounds of Silence

The words to a Simon and Garfunkle song from my youth have been reverberating in my brain all week as I continue to agonize over the heartbreaking news in community where I live and serve.  Remember this? Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and…

We Have Got To Stop This

Anger, shock, disbelief, fear, heartbreak: these words best describe the primary emotions of those in and around Krum following the revelations last week concerning the arrest of a Krum teen. The arrest sprang an investigation of what experts determined to be arson. A home burned to the ground, pets suffered and were lost, possessions destroyed. No people were hurt, for which all are thankful. So, while a bundle of folks are leaping to judgments here, while rumors fly there, while the community polarizes and fear paralyzes, while lives are destroyed inch by inch, let us stop and talk about teens and drug…

Controlling the Narrative: Lance Armstrong and the Rest of Us

“I wanted to control the narrative.”  That phrase has sprung out of the otherwise unsurprising Lance Armstrong doping confession. The need to “control the narrative” captures much human motivation and underlies multiple decisions. If we can indeed control the narrative, we can keep ourselves protected, lie with impunity and still look intact, together and successful. Armstrong’s real problems lie far beyond the lying and the doping. Those transgressions can be seen as primarily self-destructive. But Armstrong was other-destructive because he insisted that all who rode with him had to submit themselves to the full doping regimen AND routinely lie about it. Frankly,…

Choose Contentment

It’s old news that Lance Armstrong did indeed dope his way to his multiple Tour de France victories. His titles have been stripped from him. Future generations will know him as yet one more infamous athlete who broke the rules to win and was later disgraced when the violations became known. Why? No-brainer to understand that. No matter how great his gifts as an athlete–and he was very, very good–the only way to win that particular competition meant finding every possible advantage, including doping.  When everyone else cheats–and widespread cheating outside the US teams has been acknowledged, honesty may keep a character…

It Takes Time

Last Friday, little robotic instruments nibbled their way through my abdomen, giving light, snipping and cauterizing while the physician manipulated them with 3D visual accuracy. Four puncture wounds and a couple of hours of highly skilled work later and all was done. Except for the healing. Yes, except for that one little fact:  it still hurts and I must be careful. It would be easy to undo all that expert precision by a precipitous return to work—or to garden. Apparently, my husband informed my physician of my weed-pulling habits because she made a point of telling me, “Under no circumstances may you…

No Middle Ground: Eliminate the “Try” Word

About a year ago, I was introduced to Paleo eating, and removed all wheat and grain products from my diet and most dairy (I’ve long been lactose intolerant anyway).  It was and is a challenging way to eat. It also dropped my blood pressure 30 points, and left me with perfect blood sugar and cholesterol counts (despite intentionally eating a high proportion of saturated fats and a lot of eggs), and reversed what had been a galloping movement toward an auto-immune disease. While I may be facing the possibility of cancer, I’m doing so in a lot better basic health than I…