Joining the Lament

This has been a week of lament.  The world mourns with Nepal as the death toll from Saturday’s enormous earthquake continues to rise.  It is now above 4,800.  The U.S. watches as cries for justice and groans of lament rise loudly from Baltimore.  Stories of citizens beaten and even paralyzed by police, images of a burning CVS replayed on a loop on mainstream media, pictures of thousands of protesters peacefully calling for justice, citizen curfews in place and a State of Emergency declared.

In the midst of all this (and more), I am choosing to not write a new blog post this week.   Continue reading “Joining the Lament”

How I’m Like the President

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This is one of my favorite pictures.  It was taken at my wedding, and it perfectly depicts how my friend, Melodie, carries out her role as my Senior Advisor.  Did you know that I have a personal Cabinet?

I do.  Just like the President. Continue reading “How I’m Like the President”

The United States of Crapmerica

I have a recurring nightmare in which I am being buried alive in a field of small, colorful, plastic trinkets.  As I gasp for breath and furiously try to dig my way out, another bucket-full of plastic gets dumped on my head.  No matter how hard I try, I just cannot reach air.

Oh, wait.  It’s not a nightmare.  It’s real life.  At least real life in America.

You know what I’m talking about.  The endless stream of magnets, mugs, bookmarks, and key-chains that makes its way into our homes.   Continue reading “The United States of Crapmerica”

Haikus during Holy Week

Girls Gone By

Full diapers, fingers

so sticky, green boogers, yet

how I miss those cheeks.


Who do I want in my life?

Give me old people.

Wisdom is gained in the climb,

the living, suff’ring.


At last, it has come.

Soccer practice begun and

crocuses sprouted.IMG_1754

Things I tell my daughters

Not many folks can

rock a middle part or

a forehead of bangs.

Other things I tell my daughters

Build your math muscles.

Be kind, be brave, tell the truth.

God likes to laugh, too.

Our Marriage

All who know us see

you are C3PO to

my R2D2.


Why do you look for

the living among the dead?

The tomb is empty.


© Laura Goetsch and Thinking About Such Things, 2015.