What Crosses My Mind

  • Innocence Lost and Assault Weaponry. The Children.

    It’s been nearly two weeks since two children were murdered along with countless gun shot wounds to additional children while attending prayer at their first day of school in Annunciation Catholic Church and School in Minneapolis.  One of the injured, a young girl, remains in critical care, fighting for her life. I’ve been trying to…

  • PTSD – The Children

    When I was twelve years old, I lost my cousin. He was five months younger than me. We were close. I didn’t really understand what was happening when we drove to his home for the memorial service. The funeral was held in his catholic elementary school church. I remember the whole weekend trying to piece…

  • Lest We Forget, Again

    For we do that, oh so often, we do decide upon a beautiful sunset, perhaps the rising moon, a sweet snowfall, even the rain of a heated summer day, lets our mind return to the numbing nature of a human condition built upon, the product of denial.   But we cannot, simply look alive people,…

  • The Problem with Guns, Pranks & Kids

    Recently, the school district I work in experienced a social media crisis when kids posted pictures of themselves with the message — ‘Don’t come to school’ as we prepare to return to the classroom after the winer break. The problem is the students are holding what appear to be weapons — automatic rifles and revolvers — all of which have since…

  • How Will Society React

      In Minneapolis, a white, blonde woman, of means was gunned down by a Somali police officer. Let me say this a different way. A woman in a dark alley was recently shot dead by a cop on patrol in south Minneapolis. Or I could say, after making a call to 911, a woman in…

  • I Won’t Stop Listening

    If only because, I want to make a point, I want to suggest, I want to indicate, I want to somehow reach your eyes, I won’t be able to have you hear me, yet, somehow, we can be in the same room, by virtue of the words we think, we might imagine. ~ The same…

  • Death In the Family

    We knew in his eyes a fear he wouldn’t ever reveal to anyone he smiled, we cried, we knew he would wander boiling pressure every glance seemed agenda, hadn’t quite known youth; a soccer field was his life then, but how quickly we move beyond who we are, where we belong. we knew, he would…