Several weeks ago I wrote about my recurring thoughts, thoughts that seemed to be leading me toward a big life change. Well, it happened. I just left a church where I’d been a member for over 20 years. That, to me, was a big deal. I was connected to a lot of people at church over the years. Some I didn’t know well, but I shared a special closeness with others. Now those relationships will be significantly altered—maybe even gone…
Friday was my husband Rick’s last day at work. He’s retiring after being with the same family-owned business for almost 42 years. It’s hard to believe he’s been there for so many years. He’s worked for three generations of the family. A trivia tidbit: His current boss was 6 years old when Rick started. We’ve been excitedly awaiting this day for quite some time. Last year I made him a paper chain with one loop for every week he had…
I’d noticed him earlier, the slender man with the slightly disheveled hair. I’d watched him as he walked laps around the perimeter of the room. Now he approached and stood directly in front of me, our faces barely a foot apart. Under most circumstances, it would have felt like an encroachment on my personal space, but I didn’t mind. Not uttering a sound, he just kept staring intently into my eyes. Although I was unable to give him the attention…
I’ve heard we often face the same lesson in life over and over until we finally “get it.” When we eventually learn what we’re supposed to from a situation, we can move on to something else. I’m wondering now if the same principle applies to my thoughts. Lately I’ve been plagued by a feeling of restlessness in my life. In reality, it’s been recurring for quite a while. I’ve resisted, attempting to press it into submission. I’ve tried to carry…
One year before Valentine’s Day, my colleague Katy suggested we make special valentines for each of the kids at the detention center. With the help of the detention officers, we came up with a list of positive qualities of each student. In truth, it may have required us to dig a little deeper for some students. And, sometimes we may have had to exercise a little creativity with our wording. Eventually, however, we came up with plenty of wonderful,…
When we moved to the new detention facility in 2000, our school program received a huge boost in resources. It was exciting because, so opposite from previously, we had complete sets of classroom textbooks. Our wonderful new literature books catered to a wide range of reading abilities. Included in the drama unit was a favorite of mine, an excerpt of Lorraine Hansberry’s play, A Raisin in the Sun. Every year we read that act of the play, and afterwards, we…
One of my favorite writers these days is Gregory Boyle, author of Tattoos on the Heart and Barking to the Choir. A Jesuit priest and founder of Homeboy Industries, he writes of his experiences working with gangs in Los Angeles. The thing is, although the books are not really that long, they take me forever to finish. I tend to read a little, cry a little, sometimes laugh a bit, and then reread sections multiple times. I’m amazed by his…
Sixteen-year-old Dave was arrested and brought to detention for battery. The incident occurred at the residential facility where he lived. As in similar situations, we were aware he might become combative if he became agitated. He never did. In fact, he seemed happy to be in detention, despite the tight restrictions. Unlike most students, he never even complained about the food. One morning the staff surprised the students with news we’d be having a guest speaker that day. University of Illinois…
On the outside, most of the people I see appear to be doing all right. Most seem to keep busy and are generally pleasant as they go about their daily lives. The truth is, challenges confront all of us. I think I was always aware of that, but only vaguely so. It took a dog to help me better understand the difficulties so many people face. Three years ago I became the owner of a dog I initially didn’t want….
Every December 31 for as long as I can remember, I’ve made New Year’s resolutions. And for as long as I can remember, those resolutions—often the same ones year after year—quickly fell by the wayside. Each time I failed to follow through, I ended up feeling disappointed. I berated myself for my lack of discipline and added a layer or two of guilt I felt I deserved. Several years ago I transitioned from the impossible resolution lists to creating vision boards. I…