A home is a wonderful thing. A family is even better. Armistice, when needed, is from God Himself. Put the three  together and you have a miracle that many people never experience and that many who experience it take for granted. The Washingtons had hit a sweet spot in life.  Reagan was rising early each morning with a spring in his step, Rosy was feeling empowered and enthusiastic about both work and family, Liberty was energized by her parents’ positivity and Unity was in a

One of the, if not the, greatest days of any of the Washingtons’ lives was the day the adoption was finalized. It was two days after Easter. The air was still cool in the The sights, smells and sounds of the courthouse were things both parents would have preferred to shield their children from, regardless of their ideological differences. As Rosy grabbed the hand of little Unity to keep her from running off into the crowded lobby, she whispered, “It’s much easier to love peop

Adopted. Some people ignorantly attach a stigma to that word. Unity doesn’t though. She was born at an early age to her natural mom and mom’s boyfriend at the time. One That was the beginning of a pattern for her. The local Child Protective Service picked her up and placed her in foster care, but in foster care she was moved often, every time other children needed to stay together in a home, and a couple of times when her foster parents had personal or marital problems. Up un

So much. Misconduct. Bad behavior. Accusations. Ruined lives. Ruined careers. Battered victims. Lying “victims.” Lying perpetrators. Battered “perpetrators.” Dr. Ford says that Judge Kavanaugh – long before she was a PhD or he was a JD – got on top of her on a bed at a party in high school, put his hand over her mouth to stifle the screaming, and further assaulted her somehow. They were two wealthy, privileged, drunk spring breaker kids in an un-chaperoned party, and now thir

This is the root of politicians and pundits feeding the public “alternative facts,” “fake news,” and “revisionist history.” When people choose not to see, they have little choice but not to show, not to explain, not to admit, etc., lest they see and are therefore seen. Selective invisibility is one of the most effective tools of less than forthright clergy, politicos, and, by the way, terrorists. Who’s to say what’s real and what’s fabricated among these invisible things we t

How many people have either wondered if they were, or wished they were, or maybe wished they were not, invisible, at one point or another? That one girl or guy that doesn’t seem to know you exist; that car that pulls into your lane as though you weren’t in it; or that gathering where you’re standing alone in the middle of the room and no one seems to notice when you finally leave. Or maybe you wished you were invisible when you spilled the tomato sauce down your clean white s