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Religion

  • The value of renewability

     Change comes with a high cost for most people. Echoes of “we never did it this way” or “we always did it this way” are loud, long and rarely laudable. I can remember the angst my Sicilian mother-in-law felt when I failed to ask her advice regarding the “proper” way to make spaghetti sauce. My own Neapolitan mother was probably equally miffed, though she dared not show it, when she discovered I didn’t follow her recipe either!

  • Courage is crucial if change is to occur
  • Hunger makes us speak

     

     

    “By God’s grace I had good communication skills. I could go and talk to people and influence them. Hunger made me speak.” Those last four words, which I read in an account by Shreya Pareek about Sindhutai Sapkal, tore at my heart.

  • To fail is also to succeed

          Graduation time looms large across the nation. Senior year students in high schools, colleges, universities are embroiled in the departure/arrival moments, with all the mixed emotions involved. Applications have been filed, received, and returned with news of acceptance … or not. A sense of finality tinges the excitement of new beginnings with unease, if not sadness. Holding on is as an impelling force as letting go.

  • At Life's airport arrivals and departures are at the same gate

     Maybe it’s the season of nearly summer with spring still bearing signs of winter’s chill that is affecting me. Maybe it’s the lingering last days of my college pal suffering with cancer’s invasion on multiple fronts. Maybe it’s the slowly leaking drip of departures opening tears and tears in my circle of friends. I am not sure of the cause, but I am feeling the pain of the effect. There is a heart heaviness I cannot shake.

  • At life's airport arrivals and departures are at the same gate

      Maybe it’s the season of nearly summer with spring still bearing signs of winter’s chill that is affecting me. Maybe it’s the lingering last days of my college pal suffering with cancer’s invasion on multiple fronts. Maybe it’s the slowly leaking drip of departures opening tears and tears in my circle of friends. I am not sure of the cause, but I am feeling the pain of the effect. There is a heart heaviness I cannot shake.

  • What has happened to the neighborhood glue which holds society together?
  • There's a profound difference between rules and standards

      I love movies based on true stories. Whether the film replays the events and situations with stunning accuracy or employs a degree of dramatic embellishment makes little difference to me. Whether the source is a book I can read for comparison or facts gleaned from the ‘hero of the piece’ does not concern me. I simply find the moviescompelling.

  • Words have unimaginable power

      

    Folks my age, perhaps slightly older or younger, will surely remember the adage we chanted when things went awry. Parents suggested it to their children so that they’d learn how to put things into perspective. The adage went like this: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”

    I used it many times, as a mantra, when I was mercilessly teased about being overweight or enviously taunted about my studiousness. It was a lot like whistling a happy tune so no one would suspect I was afraid.

  • Both problems and burning bushes can be found everywhere