You are not your skin color. Yes, you heard me correctly. Perhaps I should have phrased it slightly differently, as I can hear your collective indrawn breaths. Yet this[…]
Author: Laurel Loflund Laurel LoflundOlder than the hills, I've had direct experience with the things that work--or don't work--in the public school system, in personal life and community life. A resident of California and a descendant of immigrants from the land of the midnight sun and Northern Europe, I have a great love of my People.
A mother of one, I appreciate the blessing of motherhood and wish the best for all our children, God willing, not just survival but that they (paraphrasing 1 Thessalonians 4) increase more and more; that they also aspire to lead quiet lives, to mind their own business, and to work with their own hands, that they may walk properly toward those who are outside, and that they may lack nothing. Blessings!
My email: laurel.loflund [at] hotmail.com.
How many times have you heard someone say, “When I die, I will have no regrets?” And how many times have you looked at the fruit of the speaker’s life and have thought that she surely must have some regrets, for the fruit of her life wasn’t all that lovely? Broken marriages, career-obsession, wayward children and who knows what all else tumble in the wake of selfish actions. Still, the person thinks she will have no regrets. Why? Because she was “true to herself.” She “followed her heart.”