The above video documents the atrocity that takes place multiple times a day in India. Due to laws governing reproduction, families often kill their newborn daughters because they are looked upon less favorably than male offspring. What I find most appalling is that the same individuals who will decry this act out of an interest in “social justice” will fight for a woman’s right to kill their children while they reside in the womb in the interest of choice, freedom, and privacy. Continue Reading…
Do the IMPOSSIBLE
I got the following slideshow from Michael Hyatt. If you don’t subscribe to MichaelHyatt.com, you really should. His thoughts on leadership and management are unparalleled.
Happy Birthday, Love.
On January 12, 1976, the Lord blessed two parents with a beautiful, brown haired, blueish-green eyed little girl. You would, after waiting for me to grow up a bit, become my bride. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be my wife. No joke – ask anyone involved in the process. The morning after our first date, I made a phone call and told someone that I had met the girl I would marry. Continue Reading…
2012 Goal #1: Slaying the Beast
2012 is my year. Period. That, is what I have decided. On April 15, 2011, I took and passed the Audit portion of this life-stealing exam. I had every intention of taking at least two more parts before the end of the year. I took, and subsequently failed, the Regulation portion of the exam. Finding out that 56% of others failed as well did little to ease my disgust. I am not one who handles failure very well. I tend to get discouraged. Disgusted. Poisonous words of contempt begin to creep into my mind telling me to quit. Give up. Find another path. Lower my expectations. Change my goals. No. Not this year. Not this time. Continue Reading…
On Belmont, Graduation, and Nostalgia
I readily confess, unashamedly I might add, to being nostalgic. I do not. like. endings. To anything. I hate endings to good movies. (Exhibit A: One of my favorite movies is Walk the Line - the biopic of Johnny Cash. After finishing it the first of many, many times, I watched the ending many, many more times). I’m one of those weird parents who was sad when my daughter no longer ate baby food, sat in a baby swing, played in a jumper, and, yes, I was even sad when she no longer needed her diaper changed (Don’t judge me). Recently, she has started brushing her own teeth…so, here we go again. My little girl is growing up, and it’s hard. Change is difficult - and I don’t deal with it very well. At all.
