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It’s Better To Help Than To Judge
Early yesterday morning, in Pittsburgh’s Hill District, a 16-year-old girl gave birth, stuffed the baby in a bin under her bed, then went to school.  When she confided to a friend, her young friend did the right thing and contacted authorities. Luckily for the sixteen-year-old, she won’t be facing murder charges.  After an autopsy on the baby, it was proven that it was stillborn and hadn’t taken a breath.  She had carried the baby only about six months.  I’m glad the scared young teen won’t have to deal with even more tragedy, which would be the case if she was charged with murder. This story got me thinking about the controversi

Halloweenies
Many haunted moons ago, Halloween night was one of the most exciting and anticipated nights of the year for me and the rest of the neighborhood munchkins.  The smell of leaves and a cool nip was in the air.  We would gulp down our dinners impatiently and wait for it to get dark enough to go trick-or-treating.  Back then, it had to be dark.  That made it way more fun and scary.

Changes
I’ve chosen to not turn my computer on until very late in the day this week.  I have dust bunnies to sweep up and walls to scrub, and it’s too easy to get ensnared for too long in the interwebs.  I may have tricked convinced my kids into thinking they rarely missed school because a little dust built up their immune systems, but the guy from the foster parent agency may not see things that way.  The house is looking clean and shiny!  This is a welcome change. I became aware of a not so lovely change today, however, when I popped into the office for a visit on my way to Wal-Mart.  For the second time since we’ve moved into this building

It’s Not a Mid-Life Crisis, Is It?
Recently, one of my sons told me that one of his friends who frequently stays here said that they like being here because we seem like a normal family.  That made me feel really happy, because sometimes I feel like we’re just goofy.  I’ve matured to the point where I don’t actually worry about what other people think of me, but sometimes I still wonder.  There’s me, singing along really loudly with the radio as I do the dishes.  There’s Oldest Son, the nightstalker, with his weird insomniac sleep patterns, jabbering away about his latest video game exploits or brilliant creative invention idea in words that sometimes only a college professor w

Taxes Won’t Buy Passion
Every time you turn around, they think up a new tax for us to pay.  Sometimes, the tax is enacted to get us out of a jam–but then, when the crisis is over, the tax is never repealed.  Most of us know that once they’ve found a way to grab more of our money, they’re never gonna give it back.  They’ll just find new things to spend it on, think up new reasons to tax us for the next crisis, and never even try to become more efficient. In the US, we’re taxed locally, federally, and by our states.  We’re taxed on our incomes, on the things we buy, the services we receive, and often on the real estate we own.  Money is withheld from our