Commentary

This is all commentaries on WVPE including Friday's Michiana Chronicles Feature and occasional one-time contributors.

Heather Curlee-Novak

I have a deep, dark, brooding confession….I’m not good at keeping tiny things alive. And what I think a thing will be like may vary a great deal from reality. There is a movie that deals with rehab and when the people leave to go back to their real lives, the clinic has a suggestion. The person should try to keep a houseplant alive for a year before dating or making any other big changes. Well, I’m mostly sober and I can barely keep my houseplants alive. My beloved husband calls me a serial plant killer.

Now is the time

Oct 7, 2016

Now is the Time

Joe Chaney

Checking the organ

    SETTING LIMITS

Bumping Into History

Sep 9, 2016

Away in the southwest of Ireland, south of Listowel, home of the Harp and Lion; south of Tralee; south of the Dingle Peninsula from whence St.

"One Small Good Thing"

Sep 2, 2016

Twenty-two years ago, when we were visiting the area so we could find a place to live, I said to the realtor, “If possible, I'd like to be able to walk to work.” For two days she showed us sturdy, practical houses near my new job, and one of them was just what we needed to launch our family here. Our kids have grown up in that house, we’ve kept it painted blue-gray and planted flowering bushes and perennials out front and tried to be good neighbors. And in fifteen minutes I can walk to work. I get some exercise, we don’t need a second car, we save some money there. All to the good.

    “Women’s Equality Day is … Today! Sort of.” 

"Back to School"

Aug 23, 2016

   In today’s Michiana Chronicle, It’s back to school time … After 45 years, first as a student and then as a teacher, last year, Sid Shroyer quit going back. 

The stereotype of a man’s midlife crisis is a sports car or getting the earring they never had.  Ewwww.  Women tend to slide more gradually into our midlife.  I suppose I shouldn’t stereotype, so let me share my ugly slide towards middle age.  I don’t plan any plastic surgery, like ever.  The best one liner I heard was a woman who said she wouldn’t do that because she wanted her body to decompose when she died.  My midlife crisis involves fake hair and neck skin, so hang on tight.  And please take my picture from above, everyone knows that is most slimming for a selfie.  Chin out, eyes up,

Praise

Aug 5, 2016

    Praise

"Bat Man"

Jul 30, 2016

Bat man

At two am, my cell phone wakes me.  It’s my daughter.  She is calling from her bedroom.  Dad, there’s a bat in my room, she whispers.  What do I do?  I imagine her standing bravely on top of her bedspread, staring into the eyes of a mammal hanging from her ceiling fan.  She is no coward, my girl.  But the sound of beating wings and the feathery touch of passing skin would concern the bravest of us all.  She knows: somehow this incident must be contained.

“Oh for crying out loud, act your age.” I can’t remember what juvenile antic I had performed. (Selective memory is a wonderful thing! You get to pick and choose and clean up your autobiography just by blanking.) Whatever it was though, brought out this hissing directive from my mother, and unlike my action, I clearly remember her reaction.

    Big Weeds and Small Weeds

Downtown Dancing and Fireworks

It was just the two of us this time, more or less empty-nesters, with beach chairs slung over our shoulders walking toward downtown, heading for the fireworks. We can see them in miniature from our front yard, but once in a while we go see them up close, the full sound and fury. In Howard Park, people were setting out blankets and lawn chairs on the grassy slope down to the river, but we craved the maximum experience, as close as we could get.

In this summer of politics going to heck in a hand basket, I want to offer a defense — of expertise.  Who knew we’d need to say it … and yet, here we are, with sincere folks on both sides of the Atlantic spurning the experts, spurning facts, even.  One critic of the Brexit vote Tweeted: “We now live in a “post-factual democracy; when the facts met the myths, they were as useless as bullets bouncing off the bodies of aliens in an H.G. Wells novel.” 

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