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Love in the human lost and found

Once upon a time, before I came, you cried and cried and watched TV all day, until you were a zombie. But then I zoomed down from heaven, through skylight, into Room. Whoosh-pshew! And I was kicking you from the inside. Boom, boom! And then I shot out onto Rug with my eyes wide open, and you cutt-ed the cord…

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7 passages I wish were in the Bible

Why doesn’t the Bible mention Jesus laughing? We see Christ weeping. We see him getting furious with hypocritical do-gooders. What about him cracking a smile, or better yet, cracking up? There’s no such passage. But surely Jesus laughed. Consider: He loved kids and vice versa (this isn’t true of grim people). He was a master storyteller (and raconteurs are always amusing). He was an A-lister at the dinner parties of the irreligious crowd (Sticks-in-the-mud don’t get…

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Squinting our red eyes at the hope of a new day

Do you ever get the sense that life is a series of red eye flights from birth to the grave? Darkness and light duking it out over the course of 70 or so years. Thanks to some insomniac in the 70’s, airlines realized they could maximize their fleet’s productivity/profit by using their planes to transport freight overnight from the west coast…

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How “more” and “faster” can kill your heart

Last week I met an ultra-marathoner (i.e., one of those people who thinks running a mere 26.2 miles is for wusses). This guy once ran 100 miles in 28 straight hours—and not because he was delivering a life-saving vaccine to a remote, disease-ravaged village. He ran all that way (on purpose!) because, apparently, while some running is good, more running is better. When I asked about the…

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When being “dissed” is a good thing

I went through a phase where I used the word disillusioned a lot. I said it because I thought it sounded sophisticated. And I acted like disillusionment was a negative thing. Then one day I heard a faint voice (that sounded like Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride) whispering, I do not think that word means what you think it means. I…

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The world needs your help…even when it itches

On a typical visit to see my mother-in-law at the nursing home, I will greet her, take a seat on her walker, and roll to my position directly in front of her La-Z Boy. (There is only one other chair in the room that made the cut when the downsizing began about six years ago—a small country-blue number from her house…

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When you need some friends to drag you down

In the movie Gravity, George Clooney plays an astronaut who—spoiler alert!—happens to be extremely suave, witty, and good-looking. When a routine spacewalk goes wrong, poor George ends up drifting away into the vast emptiness of the cosmos. This leaves the other astronaut—i.e., the mom from The Blind Side—all by herself. Suddenly she faces a choice. She can either remain all…

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Hope beats a flush every time

From the family that brought you “puzzles as death sport” comes “confessions of sketchy card playing.” My maternal grandmother was a shameless cheat. To be her partner in Setback earned you immediate “guilt by association” status. She scratched her chest for “hearts.” She fiddled with her ring for “diamonds.” She blatantly mouthed “spades” and “clubs.” Robert Redford from The Sting she…

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When the great are not-so-great

Watching great people struggle produces a curious sensation. The pro golfer misses a tap-in putt to win the tournament, or the Olympian does a belly-buster on his final dive. We gasp. We can hardly breathe. Later, though, after the shock subsides, something in us breathes relief. It’s not gloating (unless—hypothetically—we’re talking about a hyper-brash NFL quarterback who gets humbled in a big game).…

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How to be a Horton in a world full of Whos

After spending the holidays shuffling around in my melancholy pajamas, I’ve been slowly re-acclimating to life among functioning human beings. My guinea pig husband gets to watch my progress first hand. One morning while standing in the kitchen starting my caffeine drip, I looked over at the table where Len was typing away on his computer and smiling. Smiling!?! At 6:00…

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