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The Why behind the What

"What are you doing?" Facebook wants to know with immediacy.  Twitter wants to know in general.  People calling on the phone often open with that line.  "What do you do?" is another loaded question.  Both can seem obtrusive in certain settings.  "Why do you do what you do?" is more interesting.  Should we upgrade Facebook to Mindbook? 

Why are you a teacher?  What made you decide to study physics?  Why do you travel for your job?  Why stay home with children?  Why did you get married?  I like to ask these "why" questions, but I normally reserve them for just the right person or occasion.  I can always ask myself why I am doing something without fear of offense or intrusion; so I do. 

If we know the why behind the what, then we are lucky.  If we don't like the what, the why can be our jail key.  If we do like the what, the why is a nice bonus.  We each have different gifts...and also different needs.

In elementary school, my friend resolv…

H1N1 Vaccine: Some Good News

Guess what?  Those of us residing in the US can stop worrying about the adjuvants squalene and MF59 in the swine flu vaccine.  This is recent and pertinent news that may calm the nerves of borderline conspiracy theorists.  If you don't believe me, check out this New York Times article from September 21, 2009:

If you don't trust health articles from the New York Times, check out what Dr. Sears has to say about the four swine flu vaccines that have just been approved by the FDA:

If you don't trust the FDA and you are scared of a corporate and government conspiracy to inject you with poison, I can't help you. 

Vaccine technology is complicated.  Really, really complicated.  I have no background in immunology or medicine, thus I have nothing of original value to say on the topic.  I can only point to sources …

Rebel rebel? That one's mine!

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Today was my son's first day of pre-school.  One parent or caregiver was asked to attend.  I was there.  I saw it all.  Events played out as I had expected.  Alec was sweet to the other kids and the teachers and he enjoyed himself, until...  dunt dunt dunnn!  All of the children were asked to sit nicely in a group to listen to story time.  Alec was the only child to resist.  He made a dramatic point of asserting his independence.  After wriggling out of several attempts by the adults to place him on a mat or chair, he stomped to the corner of the room and yelled, "No! It's not fair!"  Then he played by himself during story time. 

Was I embarrassed?  A tad.  Not much.  He's not quite three years old.  We don't say "it's not fair" in our house because my husband believes that "fairness" is a flawed concept.  I agree, although I am a lawyer.  Possibly he has heard this phrase from a playmate?  Dunno. 


Parenting: When Fear Motivates Practice

As a parent, I support all other parents in their endeavors to love and protect their children.  I also empathize with the parents of my generation attempting to raise their kids in ways that differ from what most of us experienced in the 70's and 80's.  Giving children more love and attention and forging an individual path with one's child should be commended.  That said, I have noticed a pervasive attitude of fear and distrust in many educated and culturally progressive parents.  I claim responsibility for that bold, provocative and somewhat judgmental comment you just read.  My support and admiration of progressive parenting does not preclude subjective critical analysis. 

Vaccination has been a hot topic of debate in recent years.  Vaccination of infants and young children has been blamed for autism and many other disorders.  Repeated scientific studies have debunked the vaccination myths.  This is a crucial parenting topic that needs to be handled with pragmatism and…

What first comes to mind when you think of the word “space”? Is it internal or external space that you imagine? Do you think of stars and solar systems? Do you think of time? Do you think about your toddler invading your privacy in the bathroom, or the foul smelling person squished up next to your body in the subway?

When I think of space, I imagine the place that I am in now, and all of the spaces in which I have lived. I also think of the space in my mind and in my heart where I can breathe, and where I can hear my own voice. I think about the kind of space I need to be able to hear God’s voice.

A space can be very deceiving when viewed only from the outside. It can look a lot bigger or smaller than it truly is. It can look dingy on the outside and beautiful from within, or vice versa. Perhaps there is a long line and a velvet rope on the outside, but once you enter the space you are unimpressed. The space contained within a cam…