Twenty one year old nursing student Kristina Chesterman, of Chico, California, has given the gift of life to five others, from an ailing infant to a 63 year old woman. As a teen, Kristina wrote down 25 dreams she wanted to realize – saving a life was one of them – but she never intended to accomplish it this way. Her organs were donated last week after she was struck and killed on her bicycle by a 19 year old drunk driver.
But this isn’t about the tragedy of a young woman being robbed of her life. It’s about the beauty and exuberance of a young woman who dared to dream without restraint. Read more...
You know your kid’s team is about to get slaughtered. Do you let them play, or do you forfeit?
I go out of town for two days, and all hell breaks loose. I come back to find two dozen emails back and forth between the coach of my 13 year old son’s futsal (indoor soccer) team The Rockets, and the players’ parents, debating whether it’s best to let the Rockets be crushed by the Lions or not.
It began with an email from the coach: Read more...
The United States is facing a crisis. We’re running out of execution drugs.
Ever since the courts found death by firing squad, hanging and the electric chair to be inhumane, we’ve turned to pharmacies to help us exact our vengeance. Pharmacies like the “Apothecary Shoppe,” based in Tulsa, Oklahoma, which had supplied the Missouri Department of Corrections with pentobarbital, decided to call it quits after the pharmacy was named in a lawsuit filed by death row inmate Michael Taylor. The lawsuit alleges that the drug causes “inhumane pain.”
“It was like women weren’t very important,” recalls Dr. Leah Millheiser, who founded Stanford University’s Female Sexual Medicine Program seven years ago.
“There was a bias in sexuality research.” In med school, she was irked when a lesson on sexual dysfunction lasted less than two hours, and only discussed the issue in men.
As a twelve year old in the 1980’s, Millheiser spent her Sunday evenings tuned into “Sexually Speaking,” Dr. Ruth’s groundbreaking radio program focused on the female perspective (so I wasn’t the only one listening with eyes agog!) Read more...
Is it just me, or does 19 year old Miranda Barbour look more like a junior librarian than a satanic cult killer who trolls craigslist for her victims?
You know those stories about kids selling tennis shoes on Craigslist who somehow end up murdered, and how they just seem like stuff made up by worried parents to scare their kids?
Well, you might accuse me of being a helicopter parent, but when my 13 year old son tried to sell some of his old video games on Craigslist and the buyer, who said he was local, wanted to meet my son in a mall parking lot to make the transaction, Read more...
How serious am I? I’ve made it my screensaver – not my kids, wife, dog, or cat – nope, this house is the first thing I see every time I turn on my computer.
But I could never live in it: one sock left on the floor, a splatter of spaghetti sauce on the counter, a child’s crayon scrawl on the wall – would destroy the pristine perfection of this jewel.
It was also impractical for the woman who commissioned it in 1946. Read more...
Donate just ONCE and you better clear out your e-mail in box. You will need the space. Here’s what I received in one day.
Least they come right out and admit it.
What? What?! What is amazing??? ….oh, you need $981 bucks. That’s it? That’s what you call amazing? That’s what I got my heart rate up for? Read more...
The tragic story of Jahi McMath has made headlines across the country.
The 13 year old Oakland girl, suffering from sleep apnea (the disruption of breathing during sleep), went into hospital for a tonsillectomy to resolve the problem, and is now brain dead. Complications from hemorrhaging following the surgery are the apparent cause. The hospital where the procedure was performed does not treat the dead, so McMath’s family went to court to get permission to transfer her to a facility that will keep her “alive” on machines. By all accounts, her organs are slowly failing, and at some point, even her grieving family will have to concede that she is gone.
The story haunted me. Read more...
By now you’ve all probably heard about the petition to have Justin Bieber deported.
Over 100,000 American citizens signed it, asking the Obama administration to kick the Beebs’ butt back to Canada for his “…dangerous, reckless, destructive and drug abusing (behavior). He is not only threatening the safety of our people, but he is also a terrible influence on our nation’s youth.”
There are many reasons to hate Bieber – two undeserved Grammy nominations and wearing a backwards baseball cap to court come to mind – but reckless, destructive behavior? Last time I checked, those were prerequisites for even applying for the position of pop star. Who is kidding who? This poor kid would pass out from the air inside a Motley Crue tour bus, for chrissake. Read more...
Um….so, uh, I’m sure a huge global company like Sprint must have whole departments dedicated to, uh, y’know cultural sensitivity and stuff…and not to be too touchy or anything…but uh…really?
I get it: Sprint took two words – friends and family – and mashed them up. Friend + Family = Framily. Cute, catchy, I get it. I do.
Heck, I’ve mashed up words myself: brisk walk + run = brun. Sing + talk = salk. hungry + grouchy = houchy.
But none of them evoke, well, uh, let’s just call it, a sensibility from earlier decades.
And it’s really, really embarrassing!
I know he doesn’t look like a racist – no shaved head, no swatiska tattoos – but when we pass a black person on the street, he runs toward them barking.
And there’s nothing I can do about it. What am I supposed to say? ”Don’t worry, it’s not you, he just hates black folk in general.” Instead I yell at him, “no!” pull on his leash, and try not to make eye contact with the poor pedestrian.
The best thing I can say about Ozzy is that he’s prejudiced not just against blacks, but against people who wear hats and people who ride skateboards, too. He’s just a skittish, bigoted dog. Read more...
“Wear a nice jacket, and when you get to the restaurant, just say you’re there for Alex’s birthday.”
of course Daniel Dae Kim could’ve gotten in wearing a burlap sack.
That’s what Evan, my old college roommate, texted me about the “how-to” of crashing Alex’s Big 50th Birthday Bash.
I had never been to the restaurant – Haven – on the waterfront in Jack London Square.
I opened the heavy double doors, and smiled at the doorman.
“Hi, I’m here for Alex’s party.”
“Come on in.”
I smiled and walked in.
“The whole place is yours.”
Wait – what?!! That’s it? That easy? A jacket and a smile? Read more...