A teacher forced me to kiss her in high school. She had been grading everyone on their responses to Spanish commands: “abra la puerta” and someone opened a door. To another student, “cierra la ventana.” Then she looked at me and said, “Alano…besame.” I loved the language and excelled in class, but was stupefied and surely misheard. I asked for clarification. “Besame,” she repeated. This was for a class participation grade so, embarrassed, I got up and walked past all my chuckling classmates to the front of the room Read more “Abra la puerta, that fresh new wind is blowing”
My parents sold our house from my childhood recently. Vicky and I had visited a few weeks beforehand to gather our left-over things, reminisce, and enjoy it one last time.
It was an odd thing to walk away from something so attached to the life of my mind. The spaces and smells which gave context and meaning to most of my growing-up experience… left vacant and somehow less meaningful. I wondered how many treasured things I had left buried around that property, things I would never see again.
So I took something with me.
There is a patch of plastered wall in my parents’ bedroom Read more “My Childhood Fresco”
This is Part 1. Click here for Part 2: “The Infantilization and a Theology of Aging.”
We are making men and women out of babies. I know that’s eventually the point, but we’re doing it entirely too fast. What is worse, our society rushes us out of childhood only to spend the rest of our lives convincing us that we’re too old. Where’s the love?
GROWING UP WAY TOO FAST
This will be my brief attempt at justifying a lamentation of the loss of childhood in our culture. Read more “Growing Up Way Too Fast (Getting Age Wrong Part 1)”