Archive for March, 2012

Ah, HumanityPolitics

March 30, 2012

Not Your Mother’s Women’s Movement ReDux

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My computer crashed last week.  The mother just hopped its board.  It was an awful week enlivened at times by hysteria.  I was going to write about it but it’s still too close.  Here’s a more cheerful topic: abortion.  This is an extension of my last post about the birth control and abortion laws that  Read the Rest…

Ah, HumanityPolitics

March 27, 2012

Not Your Mother’s Women’s Movement

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I recently spent a wonderful afternoon with the lovely, the beautiful, the brilliant Anna Ellermeier, president of the student body of Western Washington University, soon to graduate with a degree in Spanish, and Law, Diversity and Social Justice; and formerly a voice and piano student of mine.  She made an apple tart with Granny Smiths  Read the Rest…

SingingSpirituality

March 22, 2012

Outside the Mud Hole

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I got into several lengthy conversations as a result of my post The Mud Hole of Religion(https://www.elenalouiserichmond.com/2012/03/the-mud-hole-of-religion/). While not actually throwing mud, we were pitching terms and labels (non-evangelical, anti-intellectual, liberal) apparently assuming that we knew what we meant and everyone understood the words in the same way. After it all fizzled away, I gave  Read the Rest…

Ah, HumanityPoliticsSpirituality

March 14, 2012

The Mud Hole of Religion

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My college roommate, Putzer, the attorney was with me for a few days this past weekend.  When I referred to the current political primaries as “March Madness,” she told me that phrase actually referred to basketball.  You could have fooled me. I’ve been following the political clown show via computer and inevitably I travel down  Read the Rest…

Ah, HumanityPoliticsSpirituality

March 7, 2012

Sorry Takes a Dive

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Doing a blog is like keeping a dream journal.  When you know you want to write, you tend to notice and remember images, anecdotes and embryonic ideas.  I have found that every week something rises to the surface and declares: “Write about me.”  Something funny happens, or a seed sprouts in a plot of ground  Read the Rest…