L. D. Parker

Lesson of the week: There is nothing in the world that can teach you patience like a trip to a hospital. I know that when you read the title of this post you think I’ve been diagnosed with some strange new disease. Not the case at all. On Thursday morning I found myself experiencing some odd health-related things. It began with the weirdest sensation of blurry vision on the left side—almost like someone was holding up a ribbon of plastic wrap off to the side of my face. I

Did you know I’m divorced? I know, scandalous! Oh, wait, no it actually makes me almost “normal”. Ugh—not really a demographic I ever wanted to belong to, but c’est la vie. Here’s the interesting thing about divorce…it doesn’t just impact the two people involved, and more importantly, when the judge signs a decree that you are no longer tied to one another, it doesn’t suddenly dissolve all of the other ties that were created during the marriage. If you are lucky—and these

I do love it when something inspires me to write in a series. Welcome to the first of a quantity currently unknown multi-part series on Race and its myriad issues. Today’s topic: The N-Word. I find myself today pondering what words really mean, and what their effect can be. In particular one word…that word. The word that is tainted with reminders of our country’s less than stellar past. A word that I’ve actually never been able to have pass through my lips, and that now seems

There is nothing in the world like a loss of your technological capabilities to make you realize that you are completely addicted to it. Not just addicted—down and dirty, dude can you get a hit, would sell your grandmother to get it back addicted. That’s right. For me technology is crack. Not nice clean, high-brow cocaine. Disgusting, street-worthy crack. Whew! For the last two weeks I have struggled with the fact that my marvelous Conversations website was down! My @#$

The old adage tells us that good fences make good neighbors. The truth of the matter is that there is a lot more to neighborhood harmony than our fences. Yet neighborhood relations are a very touchy subject because, short of deciding to move, you can’t get away from your neighbors. My parents often wonder where I get my short fuse for neighbor issues from. It’s not from them, because they will put up with a lot more than I will. I think it stems from my belief in the Gold