August 14, 2009
Did you ever hear the expression, “180 degrees from sick is still sick”?The expression comes from family therapy. I first heard it some twenty years ago when I was team-teaching a course on the family with my colleague in social work, Dick Freer.The expression refers to the behavior of adults that grew up in dysfunctional families. Say, for example, that a young woman had a father who was alcoholic. And say she saw him spend his paycheck on booze, lose his jobs, get into fights, and beat her mother.
August 13, 2009
The passing of Cave City watermelon grower Johnny Wayne Carter hurts. He died Friday at age 58.Johnny Wayne and his brother Billy George Carter and I all grew up near Sandtown. They never lived more than four miles from my home during those times, and a couple of times they lived closer. When the Carter family owned Sandtown Store and lived there, they were only three miles away, and for a couple of years they lived in a house near Westmoreland Pond, less than a mile from my home.
August 12, 2009
Do you have people in your life that you can count on to support you, no matter what?Sometimes it all depends on how you interpret the word “support.”We all need people who will be there for us in our darkest hours. People who will drop everything to come hold our hand in the hospital as we await news about a sick parent, spouse or child.And who doesn’t want to have people who will stick up for you if someone else tries to take you down?
August 12, 2009
I have no idea how I raised four children without having to phone, text or post something on Facebook to get their attention.I’m having quite a bit of fun with my 20-year-old live-in niece and since some of her friends have also let me into their social world there is no escaping the knowledge one can acquire.Those young people who thought they were exempt from having their parents/guardians pry into their lives made a grave mistake when they pushed the confirm button and accepted us as friends on Facebook.
August 11, 2009
Some months ago, I wrote about my childhood vacations, in particular those taken in “Cheeseland,” also known as Wisconsin, the Dairy State. At the end of that column, I promised more stories. With the multitude of requests I’ve received for those stories (thanks Barb), the last full week of summer vacation seems like the perfect time.