Father's Day...

Over the last 42 years, I have read a lot about fathers.  Some are present. Some are absent.  Some are active, some are barely available.  But whatever kind of father they are, they have an effect on your life that you will carry with you until you breathe your last breath.

My father was one of the guiding lights of my life.  When I was little, I thought he could do no wrong.  I really believed he could do anything, take care of everything, solve any problem, fix any worry.  In short, my dad was a demi-god that I looked up to.  And I had good reason.  Because he did do all of those things.  It is not a bad thing to believe in your father, and I certainly believed in mine.

Just the facts...

I read a Facebook page post this evening that has given me cause to think.

But first, a small disclaimer.  I am not a follower of that particular page, nor the person who writes it, but I am friends with a number of people who do follow him, and who think quite a lot of him.

So tonight, when his post popped up on my wall, I glanced at it with curiosity.  It pulled me right in, because at the top of the page, it acknowledged a two week unpaid suspension from the job of Chief of Police in a town called Brimfield, Ohio. I thought that was pretty big news, considering Brimfield is a smallish town of about 8000 people near Akron, but its wildly popular Chief has a Facebook following of over 175,000 supporters from across the globe.

Peace on Earth....

It is easy to get wrapped up in the tragic and devastating events of the day.  The news is filled with the terror and horror of everyday life, often in some other part of the world, but occasionally even right in our own back yard.  Crazy people are flourishing, and insanity seems to feed on itself.  The more we allow the inmates to run the asylum, the worse things get.

Happiness versus creativity,,,, Win/win!

I have often read that creative artists, whether actors, comedians, sculptors, artists, musicians, or writers, are most productive when they are miserable.  Apparently, sadness or depression fuels the creative mind, goes the thought.

On being a mom...

Today's moment of thanksgiving... 88 years ago, the world was made a better place because my mother was born. She is an amazing person in more than one way, but her greatest quality, to me, is her unwavering calm support during life's difficult moments.

She is always, and has always been, just quietly there for me, even when she has her own problems to handle. She is never judgmental. She has never once said "I told you so," even though I am certain she had grounds plenty of times. She is the best role model in the world for calmly carrying on when things are rough.