Sunday, January 5, 2014

Women in Combat

She is no stranger to the screams that accompany the battlefield. There are no ribbons on her uniform. Evidence of her valor is marked on her body. She carries her wounds with dignity, never a complaint. When in the company of fellow warriors, there is a bond, no words need be said. She is a veteran of many campaigns. When new recruits pass by her there is a hushed tone and respectful salute....

Friday, January 3, 2014

The Cart Without the Horse

Growing up my mother loved me deeply. One of the ways she expressed that love was to allow me a special treat every Christmas. For that one day a year my mom would let me smoke pot with her. I have pictures of me as a young boy (perhaps 5 or 6) with a joint in my mouth and a Santa hat on my head. I do not point this out to be disrespectful to my mom or to be flippant. Later in life my mom had deep...