Today's Opinions

Friday’s shooting in a Connecticut elementary school has this nation reeling with emotion. I am no exception.

I am devastated and deeply saddened for the victims and their families. I am sad for the shooter and his family, because somehow this man’s problems went unnoticed, and his family is also paying the price.

I am frustrated that these situations are becoming more and more commonplace – and more and more deadly.

And I’m angry. On so many levels.

Editor:

My husband, James Anderson, was adopted. So when we got married he wanted to know where his mother was buried. It took me a long time to find the records. We didn’t have much money so we painted a wooden cross to mark it. It was stolen out of the graveyard. I told Rita about it at city hall.

Then on Dec. 11 we went to the graveyard to see his mother’s grave. The marker James’ brother, John Mahuron, and my husband bought was destroyed and the new big cross was leaning badly.

I like to tell people that every obsession I have is my youngest daughter’s fault. She got me hooked on jewelry, shoes, pedicures, purses, expensive cosmetics - I blame her, only because the alternative is to blame myself.

But the truth is, I was born a wanter. I want this and I want that and I want more.

In an old Seinfeld episode Kramer asks George, “Do you ever yearn?”

George tells him, “Well, not recently. I craved. I crave all the time, constant craving. But I haven’t yearned.”