It has been almost a year now since I had covid, or at least since I know I had it. Last January my family got sick, and instead of being able to play my usual prideful and martyred role as the one who takes care of everyone else without getting sick, I got sicker. So much sicker that I issued death threats to those experts and friends who suggested that as long as one is vaccinated, covid is just like a slight cold or mild case of the flu.
I love holidays, so you would think I d keep up with their timing better than I do. Moments ago I was deep into the thinking and writing process of another column when it dawned on me that today is the Sunday before Thanksgiving. And while my editor gives me freedom to write about anything I decide with no required theme, I want to switch gears and focus on Thanksgiving. Because now that I think about it, I feel a palpable need for the exercise of giving thanks.
On Oct. 4, the state Joint Education Committee met to discuss recommendations for school funding after a review of the education adequacy study. The House proposed something the Senate did not adopt, and Missy Irvin, chair of the Senate Education Committee, made much ado about taking more time to collaborate thoroughly.
A reader asked, after my recent confessional column about Jesus loving me regardless of my good or bad choices: "Does Jesus love me? How can I find that out for sure?"