What can a white guy do?

You want to do something to support people who are out protesting police brutality and other manifestations of racism, but you don’t know what to do.

You are far from alone.

Since I don’t have the answers, I’m passing along something a colleague shared this morning. Maybe you will find it useful.



Not all died for freedom

Image by luxstorm from Pixabay

On this Memorial Day, as we remember and honor the men and women who fought and died in wars to preserve our freedom, we also remember and honor those who fought and died in our other wars. We often forget on days like this that not all wars are just, which makes lost lives all the more tragic.

Despite the idiotic “Happy Memorial Day!” tweet by our impeached president, ads touting special Memorial Day sales on nearly everything, fun cookouts and other shallowness and joy at having a day off from work, this is not a day of celebration. It is a day to commemorate loss, bravery and sacrifice. It is an observance.

I wish you all a peaceful day of reflection.


Mrs. Smith: my SU, my LP, the LOMY

An article about weddings caught my eye this morning in the Denver Post. (I would link to it but it doesn’t seem to be online yet.) That a story about weddings would catch my eye is unusual and I’m not sure why this one did. Maybe because we received a “save the date” note by snail mail yesterday about our niece’s November wedding in California, or that a wedding this summer in New Jersey won’t be happening because of coronavirus, or that our own 41st wedding anniversary is a few days from now.

The LOMY on top of Mt. Elbert, Colorado.

When I say “our,” I’m referring to me and Mrs. Smith, which brings me to the point. The article mentioned the disfavor “Mrs.” has taken on among many women.That’s not a new development, but it occurred to me some might not appreciate my referring to Mrs. Smith as Mrs. Smith.

I am not overly concerned about this because I readily acknowledge that her identity is uniquely her own and in no way dependent on me. She chose to change her last name to mine only after our son was born and the medical community in eastern Iowa proved to be too easily confused to deal with the situation.

Probably overthinking any risk to her privacy – and hoping to avoid causing her unnecessary embarrassment at being associated with yours truly – I later began referring to her as Mrs. Smith in blog posts as a way to avoid using her first name.

In any event, now that this has come to my attention, I will do my best to refer to my spousal unit not as Mrs. Smith but as either my spousal unit (SU), my Life Partner (LP), or the Love of My Life (LOMY).

My LP, by the way, has a perfectly lovely first name.

The issue is survival, not winning or losing

The words “win” and “winning” are losing their meaning through overuse and misuse.

So is the notion of war. The idea that nations are fighting a war against a virus and can actually win is preposterous.

A well-prepared nation can limit the death and social and economic havoc that result from a pandemic. That is not winning. A nation certainly does not win anything by being so unprepared that thousands of people die before civic leaders accept their responsibilities and act. That is called failure.

The issue is survival, not winning or losing.

This nation and other nations can survive or not. Individuals will survive or not.

We can do either with honor and dignity. Our choice.

Image by jhenning from Pixabay