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It was the lights of Miami that told me our trip was over. The lights I didn’t take for granted, and that seemed so abundant—excessive and wasteful, even—after a week spent in Haiti’s Central Plateau. The plane ride allowed for some time to take stock of the past three days. None had the emotional rawness…
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Trip co-leader Mike Carpenter warned us at Tuesday night’s evening reflection that if something is going to go wrong during our time in Haiti, it’ll happen on Wednesday. He was right and wrong. The day started with a visit to MPP’s schoolhouse, which was expanded in the past year with a generous gift from the…
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We are settled in with our Haitian hosts after a whirlwind day and a half. The 13 members of the Unitarian Universalist College of Social Justice service learning trip to Haiti arrived in Port-au-Prince Friday and Saturday. Most of us are from the Main Line and Wellsprings congregations in suburban Philadelphia. This is the first…
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We started the holiday with a brunch for friends on Christmas Eve, went to New Jersey on the 25th, and ended up this weekend with the Kirks visiting us here in Pennsylvania. It’s been good to see everyone, and now it’ll be good to get back to a normal schedule and eating like normal human…
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Kids can be lifeboats for parent’s aspirations. Careful, they can tip.
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Pope Francis’ powerful remarks after his trip to Africa strike me deeply: “Africa is a victim. Africa has always been exploited by other powers. From Africa, they came to America, sold as slaves. There are powers that only seek to take the great wealth of Africa … Africa is a martyr, a martyr of exploitation.…
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I am headed back to Haiti in early 2016, with my youngest son and members of local Unitarian Universalist congregations—including my own, Wellsprings—so I have my eye on what’s going on there. And the news is not particularly good: The recent run-off for president was criticized as rigged, and led to street protests across the…
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This is what I presented recently at Wellsprings Congregation as part of our annual Wild and Precious Life service, which draws inspiration from the Mary Oliver poem The Summer Day. It’s a little funny to be here as the representative for the 50s, as I’ve been 50 for 8 days now. But let me tell…
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When I turned 40, my mom pulled me aside and said, “The 40s were the best years of my life. Enjoy them.” I love my mom, and she has rarely led me astray—except about this. Because she was dead wrong. The 40s are not the best of times. Why would a usually optimistic and upbeat…
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Hi, I’m Kevin. I’m 49 years old, I’ve been married for 23 years. I have two boys in college. I’m 6-foot tall and weigh almost 190 pounds. I have worked for Men’s Health for the past 8 years and I generally live an active, healthy lifestyle. And five weeks ago a doctor unclogged an artery in my heart that…
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About 30 friends and family members snuck up on the house and surprised Kevin a week before his 50th birthday, when he thought three couples were going over for a dinner party. Virginia told everyone to bring beer and balloons. We are now swimming in both. So if you like either, come on by!
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About 5 years ago, my mom made the offhand comment to Pete that she would take him to Las Vegas for his 21st birthday. Five years later, she was good to her word. This is the two of them in the lounge of the hotel/resort/casino Aria. The two of them spent four nights in Vegas…
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