Dawn’s List (not to be confused with Schindler’s…)

This post is a little different from what I normally write.  It’s not going on Facebook or Twitter.  No pretty photos.  No sarcasm or tongue-in-cheek humor (well, okay, I’m not done writing it yet, so we’ll see…).  Not even any analogies!

January, 2017, marks my second year of blogging.  I used to be more critical of social media, of the shallow content and mere shadow of so-called “friends”.  Although that can still be true, I have largely repented of my former viewpoint.  When I started this enterprise, I had no idea (nor any planned intention) of forming relationships, honest ones, and getting to know the people behind the screen.  Real people with authentic needs, trying to interpret their past and find some hope for their future.  Victories and defeats.  Questions, and even some answers—quite a few answers, really!  (Okay, right, so there’s a whole relational analogy there, but I shall refrain…)

So for now, Thursday has become Continue reading “Dawn’s List (not to be confused with Schindler’s…)”

Where’s the delete button?!?!

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I read somewhere that Norman Rockwell was not actually considered one of the truly great artists.  Okay, so maybe his photo-like images don’t grace the Sistine Chapel, but the Saturday Evening Post sure liked ‘em.  And even though Michelangelo’s “David” has probably moved many a sensitive heart, Rockwell’s “Four Freedoms” came at precarious time in our history when we needed reminding (and, BTW, still do) of what makes America great (and still does.)

I’m not an artist, and by no means do I profess to know what causes the moniker “truly great artist” to be conferred on someone.  And as such, I’m not “qualified” to even discuss art, at least at what would be Continue reading “Where’s the delete button?!?!”