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Difficult Relationships
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My in-laws stay too long….
18 Feb 2012 by Rod Smith / No Comments
“Whenever my in-laws come to visit they stay too long, eat too much food, and spoil our children. My husband won’t say anything to them about helping with expenses and my children think they are made of money. I love them but I feel imposed upon by them. What can I do?”
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My deepest thanks to you
14 Feb 2012 by Rod Smith / 1 Comment
Yesterday I went to my cardiologist for a routine checkup. I find it really nerve wracking given that I had a full cardiac arrest in 1997, which was followed a few days later with the insertion of five stents into my arteries.
Oddest thing was that I watched the surgery.
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Downward mobility – an attempt to explain
13 Feb 2012 by Rod Smith / 1 Comment
“I have read the term ‘downward mobility’ in a number of your columns recently. Please explain.”
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Understanding Ubuntu
11 Feb 2012 by Rod Smith / 1 Comment
The concept of “Ubuntu” is getting a lot of press at present. I’ve read articles in the US press and seen Bishop Tutu being touted all over the place.
This is good – I think.
But before it is packaged and sold and diluted and grossly misunderstood, I’d like a shot at explaining or defining it:
- Ubuntu is a way of life. It’s a culture, a culture often misunderstood (like a lot of cultures) by those outside of it. Those who want to try something new or make a quick buck are especially prone to misunderstand it.
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Are you defrauding yourself?
08 Feb 2012 by Rod Smith / No Comments
No person can be emotionally healthy– that is well-defined and one who implements useful boundaries, sets clear, achievable goals, and participates in a mutually enriching adult relationships – if he or she persists in showing an outer face (a façade) that is incongruent with his or her inner experience.
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Verbal log-jam
When I was a boy I’d endlessly practice the fluent delivery of my name but it seldom flowed easily from my lips. As if it was new news to me, adults pointed out my stutter. Perhaps they thought I was beginning, at that precise moment, for the first time in my life to spit from the mouth, twist at the neck, jig my head back and forth trying to expel some inane statement log-jammed between my gut and my throat.
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Life in our beloved 122
If the inside of a house (outside, too, I suppose) is a metaphor of the lives of the people who live in it – which is something I once read somewhere – gosh, are we in trouble. Our house is a mess.
I consistently clean it room by room, thinking often of the legend that the Golden Gate Bridge that says there’s some guy constantly painting it. I feel for him. While I am sure the view is wonderful I must believe that the poor guy whose doing it daily from one end to the other must find the wind and the weather quite a challenge.
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Being a white South African can come with complications
Being a white South African reared under Apartheid is no simple matter. It permeated everything for me. While I do not pretend to have been a political activist, I was always cognizant that my privileges, simply a result of being born white, were unmerited, and most unfair especially when enjoyed at the expense of others who were not. I think this unsettling truth (for I took advantage of my station in life) was somewhat of a companion to me from the age of about six or seven.
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Location, location – remembering winter in August
We live very close to our school and church, so close we can hear the school bell from our kitchen and the church bells in my bedroom.
Sometimes we walk to both and we don’t see the car for days.
I like it. I like not having to get in and out of the car. I like not having to negotiate traffic, something as synonymous with life in the USA as Disney, Fast Food, and the Fourth of July.
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Ready to adopt?
If you wait until you are ready to adopt a child you never will because you will never be ready. The baby, and only the baby, will make you ready. Reading the right books will be helpful, but “ready” magically comes upon you when a real baby is sleeping in your arms or crying in the middle of the night. If you are not ready to change diapers – and I always am amused at the big deal about this non-issue – being unprepared will last only as long as a clean diaper.
Life inside the Smith household
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