Thanks for sharing my little lies. It was actually part of a little series that I wrote each year for many years as my kids grew older. That 3-year-old is 20 now. It's funny how words sometimes have a life of their own.
On lies I've told my 3 year old recently, here is something worth considering:
In the hiding place, Corrie recounts a lesson her father taught her when she was small. She asked a question and the answer was beyond her understanding as a child. So her father asked her if she could carry a heavy suitcase as they were getting on the train. Corrie replied that the suitcase was too heavy for her, but not too heavy for her father. In response, her father said that God knew when burdens were too heavy to bear and he would carry them until we were able. This story helped Corrie deal with the horror of the concentration camp and find God’s grace even in a place of death.
It amazes me that I can laugh in one moment (Leonardo DiCaprio comment) then a few short moments later have tears welling up in my eyes (last line of Lies I told my 3- year old).
In the day, I lived in the East Village-Washington Square neighborhood. I can’t share the stories, they’re personal and involved beautiful people and magical personal events. To share would be bragging, and would include the Woodstock Festival of beautiful peoples.
It’s got me, but the memories remain.
I went back to the East Village a few years back. The vibe is dead. It’s all upscale fast-moving plastic.
On the day we went, however, we went to the Statue of Liberty. We saw like-minded folks hanging a banner on the statue saying, “Immigrants Welcome”. Although it was taken down by the forces that be, shortly thereafter, that brief moment brought a tear to my eye and my heart was lifted up. I took a picture to memorialize the event.
“It will make some part of literary history, perhaps, but only if you go on making a new part every day and grow with the history you are making until you become part of it yourself.”
Thanks so much for sharing this round-up of commentary on the new Pope. I never see faith-based content shared by Substack, so this was a real boost for those of us working to create quality writing on religion and spirituality. Found some great new reads here, too—thanks!
Thanks for sharing my little lies. It was actually part of a little series that I wrote each year for many years as my kids grew older. That 3-year-old is 20 now. It's funny how words sometimes have a life of their own.
thanks for your little lies. they brought a happy tear to this old mans eye. When I look carefully, I believe there's a bit of truth in those lies.
I loved it! So creative and well thought out. You are very good writer!
On lies I've told my 3 year old recently, here is something worth considering:
In the hiding place, Corrie recounts a lesson her father taught her when she was small. She asked a question and the answer was beyond her understanding as a child. So her father asked her if she could carry a heavy suitcase as they were getting on the train. Corrie replied that the suitcase was too heavy for her, but not too heavy for her father. In response, her father said that God knew when burdens were too heavy to bear and he would carry them until we were able. This story helped Corrie deal with the horror of the concentration camp and find God’s grace even in a place of death.
Him being American by nationality really has nothing to with being the Pope. His beliefs has nothing to do with his nationality
Let's leave him to serve God and his people better
Absolutely!!!
It amazes me that I can laugh in one moment (Leonardo DiCaprio comment) then a few short moments later have tears welling up in my eyes (last line of Lies I told my 3- year old).
This is my first go round, please help me ....this article was not written by a human being. Is this correct?
This week's issue is fascinating! Well done, lots of food for thought. I think we all could use a cheat day!
"GOOD WRITING IS THE ARTICULATION OF A STRONG VOICE."
In the day, I lived in the East Village-Washington Square neighborhood. I can’t share the stories, they’re personal and involved beautiful people and magical personal events. To share would be bragging, and would include the Woodstock Festival of beautiful peoples.
It’s got me, but the memories remain.
I went back to the East Village a few years back. The vibe is dead. It’s all upscale fast-moving plastic.
On the day we went, however, we went to the Statue of Liberty. We saw like-minded folks hanging a banner on the statue saying, “Immigrants Welcome”. Although it was taken down by the forces that be, shortly thereafter, that brief moment brought a tear to my eye and my heart was lifted up. I took a picture to memorialize the event.
Peace and Justice my People.
In the long run every artist is just imperfectly perfect at misspelling its own art 🫶 that might be the kindest art of kindness in art itself 👊
Misunderstanding is the root of creativity.
Your point?
Have a look at David Bohm’s “On Dialogue”.
For?
You and all who may care to read.
You are really funny, you just threw a comment, you didn't even state why I should read the book or anyone else should.
Lies elementary school has told my daughter recently.
You can have it all.
Gender equality has been achieved.
Boys will be boys.
Your negative emotions are too much.
College is the best path.
Recycling is a solution.
“It will make some part of literary history, perhaps, but only if you go on making a new part every day and grow with the history you are making until you become part of it yourself.”
Even by him or herself. Words can often be inadequate.
As the song goes, “Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.”
So excited to hear that Ava DuVernay is here!
Thank you for sharing my art! ❤️
Thanks so much for sharing this round-up of commentary on the new Pope. I never see faith-based content shared by Substack, so this was a real boost for those of us working to create quality writing on religion and spirituality. Found some great new reads here, too—thanks!
Wow, Laura. I found you here, and just read your stunningly beautiful essay on The Room of Tears.