The Devil's Gift

I turned 75 this past Tuesday. But I almost didn’t.

I miss Senator Byrd.

The responses to last Sunday’s post (Gifts from Our Fathers) were not as many as those to my Mother’s Day post (Mama Said). Forty-two for moms; 24 for dads, which was more than I expected actually. Here’s a sampler.

My father gave me a gift he didn’t mean to.

I envy my evangelical friends. They face death with an unshakable confidence.

Mass killings won’t end in the United States anytime soon, if ever. I’m afraid we’ll just have to accept them as a fact of life and get used to them.

A fetus is human from conception. Personhood is another matter. Enslaved Blacks were considered “human” but not “persons” according to 18th-century law.

The mere prospect of being a mother terrifies some women, for many reasons. But things happen.

The response to my Mother’s Day post (“Mama Said”) inviting you to share what your mama said was overwhelming. Apparently, many of us were blessed with wise mothers.

Mama said, you can’t hurry love, No, you just have to wait. Love don’t come easy It’s a game of...