Acorn Village – Mid-Level Homes in Sykesville, MD

Acorn Village – Mid-Level Homes in Sykesville, MD.

Acorn Village is a neighborhood in the Sykesville / Eldersburg are of Carroll County MD. It is one of the many Homes For Sale in Sykesville. Homes for sale in Acorn Village are great mid-level homes, with schools that are consistently ranked high. Set back against the scenery of the  Liberty Resivior, the neighborhood is close to both Baltimore and DC, with quick access to Rt 70, 695 and 95 via Liberty Rd or Rt 32. Call Kevin W Hogan for a showing at 410 917 6116

city:Sykesville;  subdivision:Acorn Village;  property type:Single Family Home, Condo/Townhouse

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$359,9004 beds, 2.5 baths2455 sq. ft.mls no. CR8061775

Single Family HomeSet back off the road is this 4BR 2.5 bath Rancher w/eat-in kit/DR combo, spacious…Courtesy of Long & Foster Real Estate, Inc.

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$396,9005 beds, 3 baths3146 sq. ft.mls no. CR7996107

Single Family HomeUNBELIELABLE PRICE FOR THIS FANTASTIC CENTER HALL COL W/4 BR'S UP & 1 DOWN, 2 FULL…Courtesy of Coldwell Banker Residential Brokerage

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$447,9004 beds, 2.5 bathsmls no. CR8082764

Single Family HomeStunning home in a quiet neighborhood. Spacious ML LR/DR, Sunroom & upgraded KIT…Courtesy of Long & Foster Real Estate Inc.

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Some of the streets in Acorn Village are Snowdens Run RD, Mineral Hill RD, Forest CT, Hanna RD, Forest LN, Monroe AVE, Red River RD and is accessed off Oklahoma RD.

Kevin Hogan – Realtor –  Member of The Paul Gillespie Team of Exit Preferred Realty – Through a combination of advanced search technologies and old fashioned personalized service, he affords his clients with the highest level of service and is there for each step of the sale or purchase of your home. Specializing in communities in and around the Carroll County area such as Eldersburg, Syesville, Mt. Airy, Woodbine and Hampstead.
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Piney Ridge Village offers the perfect starter homes for first time buyers. Tons of room, great neighbors and top notch schools are just a few of the reasons you should look into this up and coming area of Carroll County. 
 
 
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$239,9003 beds, 2 bathsmls no. CR8051926

Condo/TownhouseFRESHLY PAINTED, CARPETED, LAMINATE FLOORING AND ALL NEW STAINLESS KITCHEN…Courtesy of Long & Foster Real Estate, Inc.

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$239,9003 beds, 1.5 bathsmls no. CR8074600

Condo/TownhouseYou have to see this end of group townhome in Piney Ridge Village on a premiere…Courtesy of Champion Realty, Inc.

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$277,0003 beds, 2.5 bathsmls no. CR8059762

Condo/Townhouse!!THIS BETTER THAN NEW, BRIGHT, SUNNY HOME WAITS FOR YOU! GOURMET KIT W/ SS…Courtesy of RE/MAX 100

 

 

Kevin Hogan – Realtor –  Member of The Paul Gillespie Team of Exit Preferred Realty – Through a combination of advanced search technologies and old fashioned personalized service, he affords his clients with the highest level of service and is there for each step of the sale or purchase of your home. Specializing in communities in and around the Carroll County area such as Eldersburg, Syesville, Mt. Airy, Woodbine and Hampstead.

Call Kevin W Hogan at 410-917-6116, and "I will take you home."

 

 

Derby Farms is one of the Sykesville / Eldersburg areas most desired locations, set against the quiet scenery of Liberty Resivoir and just a short drive to the Baltimore Metropolitan area. These New Construction homes have all the amenities you expect when looking for a luxurary home.

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$569,9904 beds, 2.5 baths2320 sq. ft.mls no. CR7722535

Single Family HomeFeaturing 3 plus acre homesites that back up to Liberty Reservoir, Derby Farms has…Courtesy of RE/MAX Advantage Realty

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$614,9904 beds, 3.5 baths2450 sq. ft.mls no. CR7893975

Single Family HomeWooded 3 acre homesite tucked away in beautiful Eldersburg. 1 of 10 sites. Great…Courtesy of RE/MAX Advantage Realty

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$629,9904 beds, 2.5 baths2890 sq. ft.mls no. CR7892698

Single Family HomeFeaturing 3 plus acre homesites that back up to Liberty Reservoir, Derby Farms has…Courtesy of RE/MAX Advantage Realty

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$674,9904 beds, 3.5 baths3377 sq. ft.mls no. CR7892697

Single Family HomeFeaturing 3 plus acre homesites that back up to Liberty Reservoir, Derby Farms has…Courtesy of RE/MAX Advantage Realty

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$710,0004 beds, 2.5 baths2890 sq. ft.mls no. CR7964673

Single Family HomeFeaturing 3 plus acre homesites that back up to Liberty Reservoir, Derby Farms has…Courtesy of RE/MAX Advantage Realty

Kevin Hogan – Realtor –  Member of The Paul Gillespie Team of Exit Preferred Realty – Through a combination of advanced search technologies and old fashioned personalized service, he affords his clients with the highest level of service and is there for each step of the sale or purchase of your home. Specializing in communities in and around the Carroll County area such as Eldersburg, Syesville, Mt. Airy, Woodbine and Hampstead.
"Call Kevin W Hogan, and I will take you home." Call me at 410-917-6116.

 

 

The Problem With Spilling Ink

It’s Thursday night, one of those nights when I remember I can find the words, be they crumbled and barely legible or bold and screaming from the tree that allows night to creep up from behind the sun. I don’t know if I believe in poetry anymore, if there are songs that can speak out the innermost feeling. I think they often just flutter along the outskirts and we assign some deeper meaning with a comfort only found at the edge or when lying ravaged.

When I was a child I knew, at seven, or eight, that I wanted to be a poet; I didn’t know what a poet was, but it seemed that the rhyme and reason went so hand in hand that there wasn’t much of a choice. When I was in highschool I thought a poem was they key to a girl’s heart and her pants; highschool boys spend a lot of time thinking about sex and how to get it, poetry was my answer. When it didn’t work and as I ‘matured’ I found another truth; poetry became a vehical to both avoid and express the myriad of emotions my outward self tried to hide and compress. I pursued it, took the words and wrestled through forms and years at university; I was going to be a Poet, known from coffeeshop to bookstore from coast to coast. That didn’t work out so well either. I am older and know now that I just want the poetry, not to necessarily be the medium. I want to see it rise from some benign catalyst and come flooding out as I try to stand and control it only to get lost in the ecstasy of the image; like a faucet, a hot and cold running love affair —– ON & OFF, ON & OFF, ON & OFF — over a sink in a basement, installed and forgotten except when you venture down.

I often think of Sara, the woman who never speaks in The Eolian Harp, how she plots the latent’s manifestation in a world populated by archetypes and gods; where biology, religion, line, and melody are fused to create a landscape, this strange dark where we chase our shadows beyond the street in exhaustion. Her silence is where all words dwell, where we can pick a few, give them form, a shape, and a name. It becomes a poem that now will rest, for a day or a month, and then tell me whether it is real, that will offer up salvation in the tiny pool of water I cradle in my hands.

Raising Strong Women

The first man a girl ever loves is her father. I am the most important man in their lives and I always will be. They need to know that I don’t take that responsibility lightly. Strength, courage, intelligence, empathy, assertiveness, and self-confidence are just some of the things they need from me. Only I can provide the support and guidance they need to stand strong against the vile culture that assaults them on all sides; on TV, in magazines, even walking through the mall, only I can bring them to a healthier place. I am willing to do whatever I have to to protect them from the world around them.

A little extreme you may say, well just think about it; daughters beam when they speak of their fathers if their father is the man he should be to them. My daughters watch each move I make, they laugh when I laugh, they cry when I cry, they light-up when I encourage them and frown when I reprimand them. My path to this teaching world I have learned on my own and I find it is in opposition to how many raise their children. I am left of politically correct and when it comes to raising my daughters, still I stand firm in my beliefs, even as they contradict the conventional wisdom. I don’t believe in princesses, vanity, or pedestals. What I want for my daughters is to grow up to be the kind of woman I have always admired; poised and beautiful, but also strong, humble, and unafraid of her intelligence. This goes against much of what is sold to us by the media, that women should be taken care of and that to be ‘somebody’ you have to ‘find somebody to love’. I don’t believe it, and never have, and it is probably part of the reason why my marriage failed; I wanted to be there for my x but I didn’t need her to make me whole and expected the same from her; to stand together but have the strength to stand alone. I want the same for them, to be able to stand alone first as a whole person, not depend on someone to make them who they are.

The path there is many faceted but I think it starts with a spiritual foundation. I have them in what I called CCD, to learn that there is a God and He is there for them in those dark hours when life comes crouching in and hope is but a glimmer on an unreachable horizon. God, I pray, will also teach them humility. Humility is not a weakness as some may say, it is based, for me, in the idea that fault we find in others is what we see as fault in our own being. With humility I think a child, especially a daughter, can gain the proper perspective on themselves, they can see themselves for who they really are; unique, but not above anyone. The tricky part becomes balancing her need to feel special and unique in a fathers eyes and knowing that every person has equal worth.

I’ve found the best way to teach humility is to live it, as with anything you want your child to embrace, humility must be modeled. If you love music or reading, the best way to instill that love in your child is by doing it, humility is no different. This has been one of the hardest things as a man I have had to learn to do but what alternative do I have, to deceive my self and in turn them? Life is bigger then just me and just thinking about them has been a jumping off point for me, but it must also encompass the whole of humanity; you must strive for success in life but also help those around you.

Making understanding of who you are, where you are going, and where you come from paramount will help my girls to fulfill their potential but, it must be accurate. If they see themselves honestly they will be grounded in the real world and will find their true significance. They will move from self-centeredness and pride to caring and quiet strength. Pride and self centeredness, as Henry Fairlie once wrote, “excite us to take too much pleasure in ourselves, (and) do not encourage us to take pleasure in our humanity, what is commonly shared by all of us as social beings.” I totally embrace this notion and will try my hardest to teach it to my daughters; that humility brings with it deep joy and satisfaction b/c it keeps us from being self-absorbed. What greater gift can I give them beyond true happiness for their lives?

This of course is not how a princess lives and Disney, as in many American homes, came storming into our lives early and from all sides. After Thomas the Tank Engine, my oldest daughters earliest influence was Cinderella. At 3 she wanted to pretend we were getting married and there always had to be a Prince Charming in our games, and there always had to be a happily ever after. Meg Meeker writes that “there are two types of women in the world: princesses and pioneer women. Princesses believe they deserve a better life and expect others to serve them. Pioneer women expect that any improvement in their lives will come through hard work; they are in charge of their happiness.” One type, the princess, is what I fight when raising my daughters, the other is what I want them to be; for happiness, for strength, for piece of mind as they become women.

Life has taught most of us that you can’t expect someone to solve your problems and that all your wants and desires won’t be fulfilled. As a father I want more then anything to take care of all their problems but I can’t allow myself to do this, I need to teach them that sometimes, some things need to be taken care of by them, for themselves, so they don’t fall into the victim mentality that is so prevalent in our culture. I love them completely, and they know this, but they must also realize they are not the center of the universe; love should be peppered by the notion that love needs to be appreciated and you should be humble and thankful for it. They are not entitled to love, many children grow up in loveless homes, and the love they have in their’s should be respected and cherished, not taken for granted.

I have had to learn to not indulge them and sometimes say “no, I can’t do what you want now, I have work of my own to do” or “you can do that yourself”. This teaches them that they must take some responsibility, even at this young age, for their well-being. If I always do everything for them they will not take ownership of their lives and will fall, I fear, into the mind-set where everything bad or wrong is someone else’s fault and that someone else should fix any problems they have. This neediness can only be stopped by teaching them to act confidently, to be pragmatic, and dig deep in themselves to fix what is wrong in their lives; they must know that ultimately they are the only ones who will determine their fate.

The best way to get from dependence as children to independence as adults is to teach them pragmatism, give them the knowledge and tools they need to be a problem solver; to be able to step back, separate, see clearly, and develop a course of action, a program-goal-action mindset. This is what will help my girls to grow up and be the strong, independent women I know they are. My x-wife says the girls live under ‘my reign’, I have created a world of discipline that, as a means to an end, is what will teach them the skills they need to grow into happy adults; confident and self-sufficient. They will seek out healthy relationships, not end up in a relationship because they are co-dependent and can’t function on their own. My x-wife believes because I expect them to clean their rooms, set the table for dinner, stick to a schedule, be on time, and take care of themselves I am making them live under some totalitarian regime. Maybe it is on some level because their freedom is derived from the security that things will be the same for them day in and day out, that their lives are consistent; they are free to live their lives as children because I have created a structured world for them, a world where they are learning to solve problems and think for themselves, where they are learning that grit and self-determination will get them further then expecting someone to do everything for them. This is the harsh reality of a world they are rapidly approaching.

This is not to say that they can do as they like, when they like; the big decisions are already made for them. The security of knowing I will be there after school and that they will have dinner at 5, that bath time is at 7 and bed will be around 8 is what allows them to be free, they don’t have to worry about these things. Within that structure is where they learn to do for themselves, things like getting a drink or snack, resolving a problem like a lost sock or wanting the same toy as her sister are the things they must learn to do for themselves. They do not have to worry about anything but a few tasks and to act right in their day-to-day interactions within the family and with others in school and at the stores where we shop. When a problem does arise they are learning that sometimes they can solve the problem themselves, when they fight over a doll or can’t find a toy, but also that I will be there to guide them and help them solve the larger problems like not getting along with a classmate. The largest problem in their lives I am also letting them deal with on their own, the termination of their parents marriage, I am allowing them to grieve and encouraging the idea we will all survive and be the better for it. It is the one problem I can’t help them find a solution for.

So by the dual edge sword of humility and pragmatism I am fighting the culture wars, the one that sells false beauty and dependence. Will I win? That remains to be seen, but I think that I have at least given them a leg up. If I remain vigilant as we enter their teenage years, as they push me further away, I think that they will leave for college one day on top of the world, able to do anything and ready to stand alone.

Some facts about fathers and daughters:

* Toddlers securely attached to fathers are better at solving problems (M. Easterbrooks and Wendy A Goldberg in “Toddler Development in the Family: Impact of Father Involvement and Parenting Characteristics”)

* With dads present at home kids manage school stress better. (Rebekah Levin Coley “Children’s Socialization Experiences and Functioning in Single Mother Households“)

* Girls whose fathers provide warmth and control achieve higher academic success. (Rebekah Levin Coley “Children’s Socialization Experiences and Functioning in Single Mother Households“)

* Girls who are close to there fathers exhibit less anxiety and withdraw behaviors. (A Morcoen and K Verschuren “Representation of self and socioemotional competence in kindergartners: differential and combined effects of attachment to mothers and fathers“)

* Girls with doting fathers are more assertive (Journal of American Medical association 10, pgs 823-32)

* Daughters who perceive that their fathers care allot about them, who feel connected to their fathers, have significantly fewer suicide attempts and fewer instances of body dissatisfaction, depression, low self-esteem, substance abuse, and unhealthy weight. (American Journal of Preventive Medicine 1 pg 59-66)

* Girls with involved fathers are twice as likely to stay in school (US Department of Health and Human Services, National Center for Health Statistics, Survey on Child Health 1993)

* A daughters self-esteem is best predicted by her father’s physical affection. (Greg J Duncan, Martha Hill, and W. Jean Yeung “Fathers’ Activities and Children’s Attainments” Father Facts on http://www.fatherhood.org)

* Girls with fathers who are involved in their lives have higher quantitative and verbal skills and higher intellectual functioning. (Harris Goldstein “Fathers’ absence and cognitive developments of 12-17 year-olds“)

* Girls with good fathers are less likely to flaunt themselves to seek male attention. (Claudette Wassil-Grimm, Where’s Daddy? How Divorced, Single and Widowed Mothers Can Provide What’s Missing When Dad’s Missing)

* Girls with involved fathers wait longer to initiate sex and have lower rates of teen pregnancy.(Lee Smith “The new welfare of illegitimacy” Fortune April 1994 pg 81-94)

* 76% of teen girls said that fathers influenced their decisions on whether to become sexually active.(Mark Clemens, Parade, Feb. 1997; E M Hetherington and B Martin “Family Interactions”)

* Kids do better academically if their fathers establish rules and exhibit affection.(C D Ryff and M M Seltzer, The Parental Experience in Midlife)

Inertia Satori

Inertia – “a property of matter by which it remains at rest or in uniform motion in the same straight line unless acted upon by some external force”

Satori – “sudden enlightenment and a state of consciousness attained by intuitive illumination representing the spiritual goal of Zen Buddhism”. 

The idea of combining the two came to me one day sixteen years ago when I was sitting, thinking, in my mother’s basement about motivation, and specifically why I wasn’t motivated to find a job. As I thought about it I realized I was motivated, but only motivated to sit in my mother’s basement and play video games. There was a lot of talk from the people upstairs (my parents) that I had to try harder, that I could do better. The truth was I was doing the best I could at that time, if I could do better I would, if I had the internal motivation to try harder I would.

I found I had to differentiate between internal and external motivation and realize that only internal motivation will enlighten me and this internal motivation is usually spurned by some outside action or occurrence. This action, this external force, shouldn’t be confused with some form of external motivation; I could be told to go back to school and get my BA a thousand times but I was fine with doing nothing, waiting to go follow a band around. It was only when Jerry Garcia died, the outside occurrence, that my uniform motion, or lack of, changed. The new path it sent me on was to go back to school and do more with my life. The action of Garcia dying caused sudden enlightenment on my part and I became internally motivated to move on from my mother’s basement and enter the next chapter of my life; I hit a wall and it woke me, got me up and out the door.

I began to think of other times in my life that something happened and sent me in a new direction, that there were outside occurrences happening all around me that had brought me to any given moment in my life and that the internal motivation to make the changes, to take the paths I took, were manifested by the, conscious or unconscious, “intuitive illumination” of these forces that acted upon me. It gave me some comfort that their was a rhyme and a reason to everything that had happened to me and that I could survive in the stoicism that says “there is a reason for it all”.

The Girl Is Mine: A Father, His Rights, and The Utah Baby Buying Market

This Wednesday, January 16th, Jared and Kristi Freis will have to return the daughter they illegally adopted to her father Staff Sargent Terry Achane.  They have appealed a court’s ruling from January 5th of this year that they must return the child but it unlikely this will happen, ending an almost two-year nightmare for the girl’s father.

If you don’t know the story, Mr. Achane was married and expecting a child before he was sent to Fort Jackson by the U S Army to report for duty. A few days later his wife, Tira Bland, the child’s mother, flew to Utah and gave birth, cut off communication to Mr. Achane, and allowed the child to be adopted. Mr. Achane was unaware of this happening, blissfully unaware in South Carolina awaiting news of the birth of his daughter. This, of course, violated Mr. Achane’s parental rights. As soon as he became aware of what happened he contacted the Adoption Center of Choice and said he wanted his child, that the adoption was illegal. They ignored him and he filed papers stating he had never given up his rights and because of this should be given custody and have the child returned to him.

Fourth District Judge Darold McDade agreed and in December issued a 48-page ruling that among other things admonished the Freis and the Adoption Center of Choice for ignoring Mr. Achane once he asserted his parental rights. He stated that the “Freis’ had no justification for withholding Taleah” from her father.

Ms. Bland perpetrated fraud, which the Fries’ were aware of, by giving the adoption agency a false address so Mr. Achane could not assert his parental rights. Now the Fries’ are trying to smear his good name by saying he “abandoned the child and her mother”, but if he did not know where or when the child was born, and he was ordered for his job to report for duty, how did he abandon anyone.

Who knows if Horatio would say “There is something rotten in the state of Utah” but if he did there would be a lot of truth to it. Why Utah, because they have lax laws for adoption and repeatedly have denied father’s their rights, because they make it easy to steal a child from its father. Utah has become a baby mill, facilitated by the LDS, where young mothers are coerced into giving up their children. They buy and sell children but, this time they went to far. Hopefully the light being shined on this by outlets like Good Morning America and CNN will cause a change but, it is unlikely because Utah is owned lock, stock, and barrel by the Mormons and they feel they are doing “God’s work”. It is sad really that these children are being robbed of their fathers for a church’s nefarious ends.

The Fries’ claim they want what is best for the child but are in truth guided by a selfish desire to have a child. I understand their pain but they should do what is right and let this case go instead of prolonging the pain and the cases inevitable conclusion. Mr Achane has a Constitutional right that was subverted by Ms. Bland and the Utah Adoption Center of Choice who facilitated this travesty for monetary gains. Now the Center is under a corrective action plan according to the Office of Licensing for the Utah Department of Human Services and their license has not been renewed for repeated violations of adoption laws.

We will be watching Wednesday for news of the exchange and then hopefully silence about this case but, an uproar of the hundreds of others who have had their child stolen in Utah.

Instinct and Obedience

A few years ago I woke up early one Sunday morning and went to Mass. It had been a quarter century and even today I am unsure why I choose to go. After that first Sunday I decided I wanted to take communion so I went to confession the next Saturday night as prescribed by the church.  It was hard to walk into that confessional but I got off easy since I probably broke every Commandment except the 6th and 7th; Father Neville just seemed to be happy that I had returned and welcomed me with open arms. It was strange, foreign yet familiar, and I was scared because I was forgiving God for the many injustices I felt I’d endured at his hand. I was raised Roman Catholic, mostly by my Grandmother, but had left the church when I was 13. My mother was angry at God for the death of my cousin and I was angry at God for letting my cousin molest me. The devotion of my maternal grandmother, praying novenas for me year after year, was awe-inspiring but, she loved the perceived monster that was my cousin more than me. Or, so I thought. I didn’t understand so I blamed God, turning my back on the community and comfort of the church in favor of self-loathing, drugs, and sex.

Six years ago I walked away from the altered spaces I had dwelled in for 20+ years. I sobered up and began to grow up, finally maturing emotionally from the 13-year-old I was when I chose to numb the pain of my childhood with drugs. My body had become that of a man but my head was still an angry kid who was lashing out at the world. It took a lot of painful soul-searching, the dissolution of my marriage and forgiving God to finally be a whole person.

The soul-searching was in short a complete psychological reevaluation of everything I believed. It made me see that I was a selfish, narcissistic person who had latched onto a culture that seemed, at the time, to provide me with warmth and companionship. It didn’t judge me and kept me in the stagnant pool of thought that says it’s ok to ‘follow your heart’. You should be true to yourself but when you have children there comes a sense of duty that must be embraced. This sense of duty informed me that just doing whatever you wanted in the name of happiness was not the right way, that escapism was secondary to my daughters needs, and that I need to do things for them that I wouldn’t do for myself.

I didn’t plan on quitting drugs, I woke up one morning and didn‘t get high, went about my day and went to bed. I woke up the next day, didn’t get high….  After about a month I didn’t even think about getting high. This is when my life fell apart. I looked at my wife one day and realized I didn’t know who she was. Our relationship began with a bottle of vodka and a oxycodon and was a blur of cocaine and alcohol, it ended one Monday in July 2008 when she left.

She wouldn’t let go of her past, she resented being married and her ‘boring’ life. She wanted to be a woman in her twenties, out and about on the town, making the scene. Her life inevitably changed for the worst in her eyes by getting married. The sense of this was palpable and she sought out what I had walked away from in a person who would let her be ‘true’ to herself. I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t join me so I immersed myself in my children’s lives and became detached from her; I looked on her as a manifestation of everything I had rebuked. It caused a war within me. I knew that it was best for my wife and me to be together for our children, but if we lived two separate lives it would never work. She felt it too and decided that it was better for her to just run from our problems as opposed to trying to fix them.

It took a long time to find some peace and comfort, I spun up and down through the grieving process for over a year; from anger, to bargaining, to denial, to depression until I finally found acceptance. I studied Buddhism and it showed me many ways to forgive her for the perceived violations she had committed against me and our children but, it took forgiving God to ultimately free me from the past. I had to struggle, like Jacob wrestling with the angel, to do this and the way came to me when reading a book called Strong Fathers / Strong Daughters by Meg Meeker. There is a chapter on God. The author is relating what a woman who survived Auschwitz said about God.

“God didn’t make the camp or kill the Jews. The mistake He made was giving men free will and the brains to figure out how to torture people. I knew that He hated Auschwitz more than I did. Many of us had faith. We needed hope. Whether we made it out alive or not, we needed to know that somehow, some way, life would be better. Would it be heaven? We didn’t know what we thought. But God gave me hope and that kept me alive. I couldn’t afford wasting energy on hating Him.”

From there I ended up going to mass one Sunday. It was comforting and I found giving myself to God, thinking about what they said, being absorbed in the ritual, was liberating.  I have found this is a way to stay focused on the challenges of my life as a single father. I find that it also helps me to know that there is a community for me, one that expects things of me beyond ‘following my heart’.  Ultimately, though, there is another reason for going, an admittedly selfish one,  my daughters and their right to know God.

It is said that talking to your children about religion is second only to talking about sex on the uncomfortably scale. I don’t have a problem saying what I need about either thing to my girls but, I feel that living by example is the greatest way to reinforce in them that God is there and loves them. They need to be taught a faith in God, because life will inevitably take them to a place where I can not help them. Do I want them to be alone when they are there, feeling emotionally rejected, abandoned, and misunderstood, or willing and able to put their trust in something greater than themselves? Where will they find security then, will they have something strong, loving, and secure to hold them? I know that I will not always be there for them and I want to give them something to turn to other than drugs or sex like I did.

My years away from the church lead me down many dark roads. I felt death wrap its hands around me more than once as I tried to drown my pain. The moral compass in myself, something felt and believed, but unbacked by the foundation found in organized religion worked for a time. The notion that I didn’t need a book or holy man to tell me I was a good person stood paramount so I turned my back on the whole idea and found spirituality in other ways; a blade of grass, the last rose of summer, a song.  As long as I was living in an altered space those things were enough. In the world outside that cocoon they weren’t and I now know if I am to embrace the truth of my religion, to find the peace it offers, I must embrace all of it and above all have faith in God’s plan for me.

 

 

 

White House Nixes Death Star Petition

Paul Shawcross, Chief of the Science and Space Branch at the White House Office of Management and Budget, sent out an email last night crushing the hopes of 34,000+ petition signers who had hoped to have the US Government build a Death Star. The tongue in cheek email read in part

The Administration shares your desire for job creation and a strong national defense, but a Death Star isn’t on the horizon. Here are a few reasons:

The construction of the Death Star has been estimated to cost more than $850,000,000,000,000,000.

We’re working hard to reduce the deficit, not expand it.

The Administration does not support blowing up planets.

Why would we spend countless taxpayer dollars on a Death Star with a fundamental flaw that can be exploited by a one-man starship?

It went on to talk about the The International Space Station and the six astronauts aboard it and point out that we have “two robot science labs — one wielding a laser — roving around Mars, looking at whether life ever existed on the Red Planet.”

Also mentioned was a reminder that President Obama “knows his way around a light saber and (an) advanced (marshmallow) cannon“.

It ended on a more serious note, encouraging people to pursue careers “in a science, technology, engineering or math-related field” and reminding us about the “White House science fairs and Astronomy Night on the South Lawn because (The President) knows these domains are critical to our country’s future, and to ensuring the United States continues leading the world in doing big things.”

It is nice that as serious as politics and governence seem this White House can still have fun.