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Easter, Rape, and the Power of the Cross

Happy Easter everyone!  This is probably a post more appropriate to Good Friday, but I’ve been very busy, so here it is today.

Easter is the holiest day of the year for Christians.  It is a joyous day where we celebrate Christ’s resurrection and the fact that he died for our sins.  It is a day filled with hope and brimming with meaning.  I believe that the true meaning of this event is unique to each person. More

Bursting With Pride!

What an amazing end to a stressful week!

My week consisted of meeting after meeting, due dates for huge referral packets for school and term projects for the class I am taking, all topped off by my fun-filled jury duty experience.  It’s been longer than long.

But today I watched my son process into the auditorium where he last sat as an incoming freshman during the Opening Convocation at his college.  He sang his last song as part of his college choir.  And then he walked across the stage, shook hands with his college President, and received his Bachelor of Science degree.  Two degrees, actually…one just wasn’t enough for him!

Summa Cum Laude.

Phi Beta Kappa.

There were bagpipes, people!

His four years of college have taken him to France, New York, Philadelphia, Chicago, and Washington, D.C.  He has learned to speak a foreign language fluently, navigate a foreign country on his own, solve unbelievably challenging mathematical equations, and discuss string theory with brilliant physicists.  It’s been quite a ride.  I still cannot believe this is the tiny 6 pound boy that I brought gingerly home from the hospital 21 years ago.  I was afraid he would break, he was so small.  And now look at all that he has accomplished.

I love him dearly, and I have never been more proud of him!

My Civic Duty

I am one of the many rape survivors who chose not to report her rapist.  I never went through the process of going to the police, testifying at a trial, and (hopefully) watching my rapist go to jail for his crime.  There are times when I deeply regret that decision.

Yesterday was not one of them.

I was summoned to my local circuit court for jury duty.  Ugh…I know.  Never have I seen an unhappier lot of people parading across the busy streets of my city and marching up the stairs of the courthouse.  At 7:30 in the morning.  Apparently, “well-rested” is not a quality we want in our jurors.

But I didn’t mind this time.  It came at a good time in the school year.  I had no meetings scheduled.  It wasn’t the first/last week of school.  I have a good class that behaves well for substitutes.  It was a sunny day and I had a brand new Louise Penny mystery in tow to while away the hours while I sat trapped in a large room with 250 strangers listening for my name to be called. More

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