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WWII Story: Enemies or Victims?

bombed building in Germany

While it is important to remember the horror of the concentration camps and the atrocities Hitler perpetrated upon the world, war is horrible from every vantage point. I know it's hard to feel sympathy for the Nazis, but this story has helped me remember that not all Germans were Nazis. Many were just victims of their times in the same way that many refugees are today.

Freedom from Religion: The Light at the End of the Tunnel

light at the end of the tunnel

Atheism isn't a choice. It's a realization and once I fully understood that realization, my lack of belief became a cause for celebration. Atheists are often portrayed as doubting, unhappy people, but actually losing religion is a joyous thing, the real light at the end of the tunnel.

Ask Your Doctor: Take a Good Look at Your Drugs

taking a look at drugs

Some days I think I am watching Spielberg's THX1138. Advertisements pelt us continually with news about one drug or another. Each new drug seems to be a miracle cure for whatever might ail us. Each ad suggests you "ask your doctor" about the drug. The inference is to ask your doctor to prescribe it.

Deposing America

crowd of multi-ethnic peopleWe have always been a country that adapts to the needs of a diverse population. We find our strength in embracing the best traditions from every culture. This one, strong, uniquely American tradition makes us one people, “We the People.” If we are proud to become a country of “white only” then we truly have lost our way.

Barn Burners

match flame When my children were young, I learned that sometimes you literally have to have a fire lit under you to appreciate how dear those close to you are. We moved to the country looking for a safer, less stressful life for ourselves and our two young children. Our rural Minnesota house sat well back from the road. There was ample room for Nicki, our three-year old, and Lance, our six year old, to play safely on the five acre plot of land that surrounded our house.