The Devil's Gift

Last week during a round of decluttering I took the lid off a large box. It had sat unopened for nearly 40 years.

Last week I asked: Are liberals stupid? None of my readers thought so—at least not liberals in general. But several thought particular liberals could be—namely me.

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.