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A Mother's Honor

I happened to drive through Crawford, Texas, this weekend. As I drove through (unbeknownst to me), Cindy Sheehan was shutting down Camp Casey to announce later that she was ready to retire from her public battle for peace.

In our local paper today, columnist Judith McGinnis devoted her column to Sheehan. The title was "Not for Nothing." I hope Sheehan will see this article somehow, and take the title to heart. Indeed, her efforts were "not for nothing." What guts she displayed in the wake of her grief. She was, on occassion, accused of being shrill. Ever heard a roadside bomb? Ever heard a man full of shrapnel cry out when hit? It was not inappropriate for Sheehan to fight shrill with shrill. Bury your child. Live through that, and tell me you have no right to be shrill.

As she closed down Camp Casey, Sheehan told the press: "(My son) Casey died for a country which cares more about who will be the next American Idol than how many people will be killed in the ne…

Overdue Review

For some months, I have been intending to post a brief review of poet Bart Edelman's book, The Alphabet of Love, published by Red Hen Press. The book was published in 1999. It was new to me, however, in 2006. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Edelman's poetry moves lightly, lines flowing quickly into each other, touching depths without getting mired in same. There is humor here, too, seen most clearly perhaps in the opening poem for which the collection is named:

"A adores B,
But B is enamored of C,
C suffers terribly
From a protracted divorce with D
And won't get involved with anyone now;
However, C thinks E is fun
To help break the weekend monotony.
E seems mixed up
And fell for F
Last month at a dance ranch . . . . "

And on it goes all the way to Z and a classic "If only . . . . " that brings the poem full circle.

Edelman's technique is admirable. His lines are honed. He handles rhyme and rhythm with subtlety and skill. No prose masquerading as poetry her…

Listen to What They Do

It's a catch phrase in Neurolinguistic Programming. "Don't listen to what someone says. Listen to what they do."

The American majority is clearly against continuing the war in Iraq and clearly for removing our troops as efficiently, safely, and quickly as possible. Do we "support our troops?" Yes! That's why we want them out of an unjustified conflict-turned-civil-war and back on home turf, where they are also needed. And where their families need them. Millions of us communicate this firm desire of the American people every day to someone in our government. And, then we have to listen to what they do. And do not do.

The Democrats have shown an amazing talent for sheer cowardice (again). Under threat of veto, they have folded and watered down the bill for not funding the continuation of the war. A veto will not destroy their precious chances of being elected again. Their not standing up to the veto will. What in God's name happened to the American…

Plum Out of Purple!

I needed two purple pillows and set out to find them one afternoon. But they were not to be found. In fact, purple itself was not to be found. Wal-Mart--no. Target--no. Bed Bath and Beyond--no. Linens and Things--no. Ashley Furniture Home Store--no. Big Lots: At last! They had one. One purple pillow. The staff at BBB told me that they have requests for purple items all the time, but this major Big Box retailer has not carried anything purple in three years. Office Depot no longer has purple notebooks, either, though they do have purple file folders.

Good grief, Charlie Brown! Who decided that you and I could not purchase purple any more? So, a few colors are more "in" some years than others. Fine. But making a great, rich, rewarding color like purple disappear?

Who decided to take purple away from us, and when, and why?

Texas Our Texas

When I saw this fantastic photo by Elizabeth Hawley, it brought back lots of Texas memories. The photo is iconic, its composition and color both startling and strong: a classic Texas view. And so, I am inspired to return to childhood days and include a fragment of that state song we were all required to learn:

Texas, Our Texas! all hail the mighty State!
Texas, Our Texas! so wonderful so great!
Boldest and grandest, withstanding ev'ry test
O Empire wide and glorious, you stand supremely blest.

God bless you, Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.

I imagine my fellow grown-up-here Texans also remember our teachers explaining to us that the lyrics used to say "Largest and grandest." However, once Alaska joined the EEUU, Texas was no longer the largest, simply boldest and grandest. Subtlety. Just what Texas is known for. Some of us like all the largeness here, though. It provides us a place to live behind, quietly. And…