Police Academy--Week One

Kelly came home from week one at Police Academy with swollen cheeks. She smiled through her busted lip as she described her first-ever boxing match. On the first solid punch her partner landed, she saw stars.

She also described what she'd been learning. The lessons on how to turn and salute were secondary to the lessons on teamwork and sacrifice. She described the oath of an officer and how it doesn't allow for selfishness and individualism. She understands.

She also smiled because she was finding out that she really does have what it takes to get through this. The moxie. The chutzpah. The stuff. Not just to get through it, as it turns out, but to lead the way as the Guide On--the one who carries the flag at the head of the group. One of her superiors told her she was chosen for a reason.

I'm not there to watch her at the academy, but I see her diligence at home. What I see is that she understands that true leadership is sacrificing self for the team.

To serve and protect while others wait to be served and protected.

Third Annual Martin Luther King Celebration

At the Third Annual Martin Luther King Celebration, the Freedom Foundation honored several Selma community members with lifetime achievement, courage and youth awards.

In preparation, I interviewed two of the recipients: Jean Martin and Annie Cooper.

Annie Cooper was a foot soldier of the Civil Rights Movement. A photo of Ms. Cooper's struggle with four officers, including Sheriff Jim Clark, ran in the New York Times on January 26th, 1965 and provoked national sympathy and support for the voting rights struggle.

Jean Martin is a true public servant. She has demonstrated a commitment to doing what she believes is right, no matter what the cost.

I had the opportunity to chat, look through family photos and reminisce with these two special women. And though my official reasons have ended, I'll continue visiting my new friends.

I was happier to hold the flowers for these two special women and to sit backstage, unable to hear much of the program, than I would have been to present an Oscar for best actor or to sit at the 50-yard line at the Super Bowl. These aren't heroes of entertainment or of physical strength—they are heroes of courage.

One young man who once said he was "too poor and too black" to go to college, gave a speech that started with, "I know what it's like not to have running water. I know what it's like to be made fun of for old, dirty clothes" and crescendoed with the proclamation that he has been accepted to Samford University. He ended with a challenge to the youth and his final words brought the audience to its feet: "Yes we can."

As one of the 40 plus choir members, I wasn't there to showcase my beautiful voice (it's not) or to be seen (I feel awkward on stage). I was there for one purpose: to sing my heart out for the award recipients and for the crowd that gathered to honor them.

Though the night was long, I left filled with energy and stayed up discussing the highlights of the evening and laughing with friends.

When I finally crawled into bed, I fell asleep with a companion I cherish—contentment.

Txt 4 dummies

If your children are anything like Greg Hardesty's daughter in California, who sent 14,528 texts in one month, you may be interested in what they're saying...and how. At that rate, each letter is important, so teens shorten words and phrases as much as possible.

Just as teens have done for generations, they've created a language that locks parents out. Perhaps that wasn't the purpose, but it's a bonus, no doubt. With the help of two brave teens, I've gathered a list of some common text shortcuts and their meanings. My contributors shall remain anonymous for their own safety and have gone into government protection for revealing this information.

O, n btw, yw 4 da info. L8r!


lol--lots of laughs/ laugh out loud
ttyl--talk to you later
nvm--never mind
b4--before
bf--boyfriend
bff--best friends forever
btw--by the way
idk--I don't know
ilu--I love you
ne--any
ppl--people
rotfl--rolling on the floor laughing
ur--your/you're
wtf--I'll let you guess this one
brb--be right back
sup/wassup--what's up
jk--just kidding
jp--just playing
gtg--gotta go
idc--I dont care
np--no problem
lmk--let me know
ty--thank you
b--be
n--in
c--see
da--the
dat--that
srry--sorry
wrry--worry
dint--did not
dnt--don't
idts-I dont think so
lirl--laugh in real life
tbh--to be honest
ftw--for the win
atm--at the moment
yw--you're welcome

Three Cups of Tea

My gut instinct about this book was absolutely right.

I finished it. I loved it. I recommend it.

Air and Simple Gifts

I am sitting in the Interpretive Center--a museum that celebrates the struggle for, and the eventual passing of, the Voting Rights Act of 1965. The museum sits about halfway between Selma and Montgomery, Alabama--on the road that paved Obama's road to office.

I sit with 150 high school students and a handful of their teachers. The room is silent except sniffles and cheers.

The handful of remaining people are the foot soldiers of the movement, volunteers from the Freedom Foundation, park rangers, reporters and producers.

Today, Barack Obama holds the attention of each of them.

Three Cups of Tea

I first heard of Three Cups of Tea through a recommendation on Amazon and was hooked by the review's first line: "Some failures lead to phenomenal successes, and this American nurse's unsuccessful attempt to climb K2, the world's second tallest mountain, is one of them."

The review describes how the nurse, Greg Mortenson, was cared for by Balti villagers, and, moved by their kindness in the midst of great poverty, promised to build them a school. It is the story of the challenges and dangers he faced as he strove to fulfill the promise and the decade-long crusade that sprang from a perceived failure.

I put the book on my BookMooch wish list for a later date (bestsellers aren't usually available on the fantastic book-swapping site for a long time). But, when I visited a friend's house the next day, I saw it on her coffee table. Intrigued by its second appearance in my life in just two days, I read the introduction to the first chapter: "Failure: When it is dark enough, you can see the stars."

I've only reluctantly put it down a few times since.

Between in Between?

Where exactly is between in between?

Since the group has contact information on its website, I sent an email and gave a fair chance to fix this particular error before posting it. Oh well.

Masterful Landing, Not So Masterful Proofreading

Wow, what an amazing story and an amazing captain too. Congrats to the pilot and passengers!

I just wish the proofreading had been as phenomenal as the landing.

Hope Against Hope

Yesterday, I posted an article and applauded the author’s hope—a hope that I have personally seen endure even the most trying circumstances.

Today, I received another rejection letter for my story—a story of hope against all odds. This time, the editor included a personal comment, so I’m going to step out there and ask for some feedback.

I hope she’ll write back. I hope I get the story published somewhere.

I hope.

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars. --Persian proverb

Cynthia Gibson, the subject of Monday's sonnet, wrote an article for Teaching Tolerance called Lies Our Students Tell Themselves.

Check it out for an example of one of my favorite qualities about Cynthia: hope.

Sonnet Form

A Shakespearean sonnet is 14 lines long and consists of three quatrains (stanzas with four lines) and one couplet (stanza with two lines) at the end. The poem follows a rhythm of iambic pentameter, which means that there are five "feet" per line. The feet are made up of two syllables with the stress on the second (da-dum). The rhyme scheme is abab, cdcd, efef, gg, which means that lines with the same letter rhyme.

This may seem like a strict formula, but the Italian and petrarchan sonnets are even stricter!

Don't let the Shakespeare label or the form stop you from giving it a shot. It's a fun challenge. Our goal yesterday was to have a little fun and celebrate a good friend. We accomplished that even though it's not in perfect iambic pentameter.

The mystery co-authors are Meredith and Kylie, who would have been mentioned it in the poem if their names were easier to put in iambic pentameter.

A Sonnet for Cynthia

She is a teacher with a heart of gold
who treats her students as her very own.
And if she'd dress her age she might seem old,
but she's so hip she lets them text her phone.

She wears her hair up in a messy do--
it's red and rich, and wild as a bee.
And though her skin is fair and her eyes blue,
"her" people aren't just those that look like she.

She knows that line is right though some wonder--
her language skillz are second to no one.
These lines filled up and went by like a blur--
with so much left to say, we're almost done.

The three of us (we'll tell you later who) just wrote a birthday poem 'cuz we love you.

Alter or Altar?

Check out the last line of this review. The album's title is actually The Altar and the Door.

Note to iTunes--don't alter album titles.

Selma Community Chorus

I'm not exactly a natural singer or hip hopper. So I was already feeling out of my element when I showed up for Selma Community Chorus on Thursday. The group will perform for the Third Annual Dr. King Celebration. I let the sign-up sheet go right past me the first time, thinking maybe I'd just slip out if it got a little too far past my comfort zone.

Then I heard that there would be choreography too. Yep, dancing AND singing. I almost knocked over the metal chairs as I stumbled for the exit. Fortunately, I remembered from previous experience with the director, Amanda, that she is much more interested in heart and attitude than in perfect pitch. That stopped me from walking out the door. That, and Kim's iron grip on my arm. Kim helped me find the notes and I finally signed my name to the sheet.

No matter what the song, Amanda stomps, jumps, sways and closes her eyes as she feels the music. She sets the example and swears that if we'll just commit to the note, the dance move, the emotion and power of the moment, we'll look right doing it (even if we're wrong). Not just right, but good actually.

I figured if I was going to be there, I may as well follow the director's direction. So I sang and stomped and closed my eyes when I felt the harmony.

And I showed up for practice again today.

Bad Boys, Bad Boys

Today, my friend Kelly was sworn in as an officer for the Selma Police Department. For months, she's endured physical and psychological tests, panel reviews, interviews and a background check. Though she's always dreamed of serving and protecting, she wasn't sure she had the discipline.

Last May, she stopped dreaming and started doing. Though there have been discouraging days, she's continued. She regularly rises at 5 am to go to the gym, she installed a pull-up bar in her closet and she watches her fair share of **Cops. When she brought her first target home from the firing range, it was riddled with holes in all the right places. Kel's got some aim, y'all!

She's even gotten a little practice with handcuffing....me. When I asked if she wanted me to struggle, she threatened to pull out her baton so I contented myself by singing, "Bad boys, bad boys. Whacha gonna do..."

**I'd issue myself a grammar citation for not underlining Cops, but this site won't let me underline.

Cornelia Wallace and Annie Cooper

I was rifling through family photos and old newspaper articles with Ms. Annie Cooper when breaking news came on in the background: Cornelia Wallace died today. Cornelia was the second wife of former Alabama governor, George Wallace. Wallace delivered his most famous line at his inauguration in 1963: "In the name of the greatest people that have ever trod this earth, I draw the line in the dust and toss the gauntlet before the feet of tyranny, and I say segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever."

To whom he was referring as "the greatest people" is left up for interpretation, but I don't believe he was referring to Ms. Annie Cooper and the other African Americans who stood in voter registration lines in 1965.

A large mounted copy of the Selma Times Journal article that describes the confrontation between Ms. Cooper and another staunch segregationist, Jim Clark, sat on the table in front of us as we visited.

Ms. Cooper paid the newscast little mind and went on pointing out her children, nieces and nephews.

Pick Me! Pick Me!

Today, I wrote an essay about why Obama should choose me as one of the ten regular folks to attend his swearing in. The only trouble was narrowing it down!

A year and a half ago, it would have been a much shorter essay (if I'd even written it in the first place)!

For more on this subject, check out my previous posts--A Historic City, A Historic Vote and Buzzwords Blog on Hope and Change.

If I am selected, you'll be seeing some very interesting material on this here site. If I'm not, you'll still see interesting material. Either way--check back often!

P.S. I'm going to let you in on one of my favorite language tricks: when you're not sure how to spell a word and you're publishing/emailing from a mobile device, find an alternative (like "swearing-in" instead of inauguration). Did I get that right?

Road Trippin'

*One "party bus" (a rockin' minivan)
*One rainstorm
*One stinkin' skunk
*One photo with a four-year-old's head on Superman's body
*One diner
*One slice of cheesecake at diner
*A missing left slipper
*A handful of photos in a pickle costume (also at diner)
*Two kids under five
*Two quick stops so the 4 year old could "make a fountain" on the side of the road
*Four adults
*Five cans/bottles/cups of soda
*Six animated movies
*Seven scoops of gelato
*Eight cups of coffee
*Nine meltdowns for the children under five (with increasing frequency towards the 27th hour)
*A handful of near meltdowns for the adults over 25
*Ten+ full stops (I lost count)
*11 major highways
*12 bags of chips, cookies, fruit snacks, and rainbow goldfish
*1,400 miles
*And 27 hours

To home.

The Teppers Building in Selma, Alabama: A Diamond in the Rough

Something special is happening on 25 Broad St. For the past year, volunteers of the Freedom Foundation have made tremendous steps forward in stabilizing, restoring and updating the Tepper’s Building, a historic landmark in Selma, Alabama. The first week of September, 2008 was labeled among volunteers as a “Tepper’s Push” because many took time off their jobs and even traveled from out of state at their own expense to join the work effort.

A.J. Page, the architect for the project, described some of the recent architectural efforts which include exposing the original structure on the first two floors and removing the non load-bearing exterior façade. In addition to this visible progress, Page also led a team in exposing load-bearing beams and columns for structural analysis.

A team of local painters worked day and night to brighten up the exterior with a fresh coat of paint. Inside the building, the gutting and cleaning continues, a tedious but necessary part of preparing the building to house the “Fresh Start Café” and the Youth Leadership Institute.

Though the Freedom Foundation has run into many obstacles along the way due to weather and extensive water and Termite damage in the building, the vision for a fresh start for the building and the community has remained strong and encouraged people to continue through difficult news and daunting tasks. Despite the many challenges, volunteers continue to show up on their evenings and weekends to pitch in.

People with little to no construction experience have put their backs and hearts into the demolition work. One notable volunteer, who is wheelchair bound, could be seen at the work site stripping copper wires for recycling. Her inspiration and smile gave other volunteers a morale boost. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Roger Hendershot, one of the leaders on the project, was much more interested in talking about the people at Tepper’s than about the physical progress: “There is something to be said about what’s happening among the people working at Tepper’s. There is something special as we all offer our time and efforts in a spirit of charity.” That spirit shines through with Ms. Debra as she strips those wires and with many others who encourage each other, smile and laugh as they labor in a filthy and hot environment.


One day during this “Tepper’s Push,” I was busy exposing a termite-damaged beam for architectural review. I was wearily chipping away at it and wiping sweat from my eyes when Matt Skelton approached me. Skelton, who volunteers when he is not wearing blue for the Selma PD, is known for his cheerfulness and energy which shine through even difficult labor and long hours. He had come to give me a “present.” I was immediately suspicious, just as I would have been if one of my big brothers had done the same. When he handed me a lump of coal, I laughed and chucked it back at him. I moved on, but Matt was trying to tell me something.

I finished my shift and returned home for the kind of satisfying shower, meal and nap that can only come after a day of hard physical labor. Hours later, Matt showed up at my door, dirtier than when I had left him and no doubt tired and hungry, but with a bigger smile on his face too. He told me I’d forgotten something and handed me the lump of coal.

Enough pressure, time, and heat can turn something ugly into something beautiful if it stays in the process. Yes, Matt, I get what you’re saying and I believe.

The Epitome of Irony

I have yet to see anything more ironic than this story: Man Who Pushed for Program to Fight Bicycle Theft Has Bike Stolen.

Don't get me started on Alanis Morrisette's song that should be renamed "Isn't it Too Bad."