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I had a crazy idea. “I’m sure she’d like to talk to you again. Right now, in fact.” I called her on the telephone and re-introduced her to Dr. Reiquam.
“Well,” he said softly, no more than a minute into the conversation, “No, that’s really nothing to worry about. Many newborns experience a red rash around the neck, where the chin touches the chest. You weren’t doing anything wrong. Quite common. It wasn’t a problem at all. Don’t worry.”
Almost fifty years later, and my mother is still worried, genuinely concerned!, about a neck rash I had at six weeks of age! Always my mother’s child.
It was only a short time later we learned my mom had lung cancer, and only a short time after that when she breathed her final breath. Every Mother’s Day since her passing (the windier the better), I try to take a particularly strenuous bike ride or maybe hike to the top of a mountain peak and make my heart pound and my lungs gulp air so that I may savor the gift of life she gave me and nurtured. For, I believe, her soul still keeps a careful watch on me, forever a mother’s child.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?