Last year we had a stray cat visit LifeHouse. We found out that she was a female after a litter of precious kittens were born under the house! Shortly after the kittens were born, the momma cat fled the scene, and we were left with six kittens. We fed them and took care of them as much as they would let us. As they grew older, four of them left and two stayed, that we named Mary and Martha, guessing they were probably females since they didn’t run off.
It sat there on your parents’ shelf, or maybe your grandparents’, alongside the six volumes of Winston Churchill’s chronicle of World War II and the 11 volumes of Will and Ariel Durant’s “The Story of Civilization.” It had two distinctions. One was the menacing swastika on the spine of the book. The other was that it was the only one of those 18 volumes that anyone in your family ever actually opened.
It is William L. Shirer’s “The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich,” and more than a million people read it. It may be, aside from the Bible, the biggest book ever read by a big audience, and that audience devoured it, discussed it and was shaped by it. A generation of Americans formed their view of the horrors of Nazi Germany between 1933 and 1945 from its pages or from elders or teachers who themselves read it.
I ran across an article earlier this week where the author talked about her experience of having long hair and then cutting it all off.
Her response to why some women can pull off short hair and others can’t — confidence.
I am all too familiar with being the girl who is constantly changing her hair. I have had my hair long (or what I consider long — mid-back) and I have had my hair darn close to a pixie cut. Invariably, I am the epitome of someone who grows her hair out only to cut it back off shorter than when I began growing it.
It was freezing (even more so than is typical for late November in Louisiana), pitch black outside and approximately 5 a.m. And, we had another 45 minutes to an hour before the store was going to open. Even with warm clothes from head to toe, the air was attempting to chill my bones.
Two years ago was the first and only time my mom was able to willingly drag me out of bed on Black Friday, the day that makes retailers across the country giddy with excitement.
See, my husband (who was my fiancé at the time) is a computer science major.