Buying tickets to take your kids to Miley Cyrus’s “Bangerz” concert was not a waste of money. No, that is too delicate a term. What you did was make a down payment on the sale of your children’s souls. I’m sad that you’ve lost your own and I pray that you find it, but can’t you love your children enough not to push them onto the road to perdition?
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
“Would you like to donate a toy to a homeless dog?” I was at Pet Smart buying kitten food for my daughter’s kitten.
“No thank you,” I answered then completed my transaction. I stepped aside and began putting on hat and gloves to go outside.
“Would you like to donate a toy to a homeless dog?” the cashier asked the next customer.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
“Stand still, Mary,” my mother scolded. “Or I can’t get these dress measurements right.” I was a typical nine-year-old girl, full of energy and mostly oblivious to the poverty that nipped at my parent’s heels. It was 1939 and the depression was in full force. Once my father was out of work, poverty no longer “nipped” at us; it had us in its grip. My Dad was a hard worker and loving father and husband. The pain of not being able to provide for his family, must certainly have run deep. There were eight children and a ninth baby was on the way.