Last time, you may recall, I talked a bit about Mississippi’s Rep. Noah Sweat and his famous “If By Whiskey” speech. The inspiration for that column came after some online interactions with my friend Brian the Banker.
Peace & Justice Files
A friend of mine recently turned me on to an interesting book by William Bridges, called “The Way of Transition: Embracing Life’s Most Difficult Moments.” Bridges, a well-known organizational consultant, author and speaker, has written several works on dealing with “transition” within organizations and careers, but this particular work is more a
First of all, dear reader, let me say: congratulate yourself. This wasn’t an easy year to get through, and you’ve (just about) gotten through it. Next year, well, that will have its own challenges—and we’ll deal with those as best we can, as we did this year.
In the past few months, I’ve been trying to make the case that American society in the age of Trump functions very much like an addict—an addict that will soon be confronted with an existential decision to recover or perish.
So what might that recovery look like?
Next time you’re in Honesdale, PA, give yourself a treat and drive (or walk!) up to Irving Cliff. It’s an ideal spot for a family picnic or a romantic moment, and the view it provides of our little borough is, well, spectacular. While you’re there, you can’t help but notice a tall piece of scaffolding, festooned with lightbulbs.
Besides the Lord’s Prayer itself, this might well be the most well-known of prayers:
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference ...”
If we can speak of such a thing as an American “national psyche,” then I don’t think anyone—right, left or center—would even try to pretend that ours is in any sense healthy at the moment.
I don’t understand Facebook’s algorithms—you know, those little subroutines that determine which posts (and which ads) are displayed for you and me at any given moment. But every once in a while, I must admit, they bring me interesting things that I probably would never have seen or learned about otherwise.
I don’t mind telling you: back in January, when I got back to America from my yearlong sojourn to Europe, I was a mess, in many different ways.
In 2011, I submitted a joke to the public radio show “Prairie Home Companion” for inclusion in the annual “Joke Show,” and it got in! (A small claim to fame, perhaps, but I’ll take it.) Here it is:
“Bush and Cheney tortured.”
“Bush and Cheney tortured who?”