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Sunday, August 30, 2020
What does it mean to be “Pro-Life”? What does it cost?
Many of my conservative friends, when asked why they continue to support a man who has shown a lack of respect for the constitution, for states’ rights, for people of color, for immigrants, for women, for the objectivity of a free and fact-checked press, for science, for the working class, and for anyone who disagrees with him, cite their strong beliefs about the sanctity of life—in particular, the life of the unborn.
I understand these beliefs. I share them. For me, the fact that we can’t know for sure at what point an embryo becomes a living soul (or, for those like me who believe in a separate spirit that enters the body, at what point that spirit enters the body of the unborn child), means that we should work as hard as we can to avoid the need to terminate a pregnancy, especially in a country in which there are so many stable and healthy homes that would be eager to adopt a newborn and give it a life free of abuse and poverty. (One of the ways we might work hard to avoid this need would be to advocate for greater access to sex education and birth control, but that’s another topic.) I understand the moral conflict that many people feel at the thought of voting in any way that seems like it might lead to more death for the unborn.
Those who are against abortion, or at least against abortion as a way of dealing with unwanted pregnancies, have called their cause “Pro-Life,” meaning that they are committed to working hard to protect the lives of the unborn. This is a good cause—a moral cause. It’s important, though, that we not become lazy in our morality. If we truly do value life, we have a moral obligation to examine all the issues and candidates, in all of their complexities, to assess which policies really are “pro-life,” and not just abdicate this responsibility by voting knee-jerk for whichever candidate claims to be pro-life. For one thing, a candidate’s stated position does not always reflect his or her heart. (I have a hard time believing, for example, that a man who thinks nothing of having numerous extra-marital affairs and bragging about his abuse of women is truly and deeply against abortion for moral reasons.) But more importantly and much more dangerously for our society, it’s possible for a person in a position of power to be “anti-life” in many immoral and costly ways while earning political benefits because of his or her stance on abortion.
In this election, please take the time to consider: is this candidate really “pro-life”? Or is it possible that he or she is trying to buy your conservative vote by standing against abortion? Does this candidate claim to want to protect lives, but in reality focus only on the lives of the unborn? What about other lives--does he or she act in a way to protect the lives of babies on the outside of the womb, particularly those born in poverty? What about protecting older lives that are in danger because they were born Black or to immigrant parents? Does he or she wish to protect the lives of women—and by this, I mean quality of life as well? How about the handicapped? Do his or her policies provide for access to healthcare for those who earn only minimum wage? How about protecting the social security income of the elderly? Does he or she work for unity—within the country, within communities, and even in the world—or does he or she inflame prejudices and advocate enmity?
Our willingness to be lazy in our analysis of which policies really do reflect a respect for life—all kinds of life—in favor of voting only on a single issue allows some politicians to, in essence, buy our votes. If a person—let’s say Donald Trump, for instance—can claim to be against abortion, is he guaranteeing himself the right to trample on many other kinds of lives because of the reliability of single-issue voters? Are we letting ourselves be bought?
The abortion issue is complicated, and in a country that prides itself on its preservation of religious freedom, it is not likely that we will ever achieve consensus on it. In the face of this fact, let’s do what we can to preserve as much life as possible. If you feel called to work for more “life” in the world, take the time to educate yourself on each candidate and issue. Don’t let your vote be bought by easy labels that don’t always tell the truth about a candidate’s values.
Sunday, August 23, 2020
Why women cry when they get a bad haircut or color
Recipe for stress: Take a young soul, a soul brand-new to
the world, and tell her that the most important work she’ll ever do—in fact,
her prime reason for coming into the world—begins with her ability to get
another person to fall in love with her. Then watch as she learns to manage her
body--something she has not much control over--her shape, her hair, her skin.
Watch as she practices and fails at, or gets very good at, flirting. The tease,
the advertisements, the come-hither. The thing is, she will probably succeed to
some extent (though she might not). Regardless, she’ll see the results as her
own doing: if she failed, she is a failure. If she succeeded, but if things
fall apart later or she realizes she succeeded at the wrong goal, that will be
her fault, too. Or it will be difficult to tell to what extent it was her
fault. Meanwhile, the habit of valuing herself according to her body will be
ingrained in her for her entire life. Even if she succeeds in separating
herself from the opinions of her husband and others around her, she cannot
separate her self-concept from her sense of her own body (weight, hair, skin).
She will then watch what happens to her body through and after childbirth,
middle age, menopause, old age with an increasing sense of waning power in the
world. It takes much training to counteract this.
So I cry when I hate my latest haircut/color. And I can’t
even be just sad about it, because there’s also the guilt: why not cry about a
real problem, you shallow woman? All this about your appearance?
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Reopening school?
Last time I talked about that scripture that I depend on, which I always reverse in my mind: “I don’t know the meaning of all things, but I know God loves his children” (also paraphrased)—from Nephi. I think about this when it comes time to make Hard Decisions to which there is no obvious right or wrong answer. That is: what is the most loving thing to do?
So on this question of school
reopening, I find myself pondering this. What is the most loving thing to do? The
thing that makes this decision so hard is that all choices are loving to
SOMEONE and less loving to others. We have to consider the physical health of
teachers, students, and the vulnerable relatives of teachers and students. But
we also have to consider the health of the economy (people need to get back to
work and so might see school as necessary childcare). And, not unimportant, the
emotional (and sometimes physical) health of students who might fall behind if
left to do homeschool on their own, and students who might be being abused or neglected
at home, as well as students who might experience anxiety in the masked-and-distanced
environment at school.
So . . . what’s the most loving
solution?
I don’t know. But I had an idea
this morning:
What if we kept the schools “closed,”
but opened some areas in each school for students to do their on-line school
away from home? It would be staffed differently than regular school—with tutors
and fewer teachers, so that most teachers would be free to spend their precious
time on designing and delivering their on-line curriculum. But it would allow
some students to be away from home. There could be separate areas—one for kids
who just need space and resources to complete the regular on-line curriculum.
And some smaller areas (one per grade?) in which the students who really need
to be taught live for various reasons could be taught that way.
I know there are all sorts of problems with this idea. Who gets to decide who comes
to the school? Would the school be open for the entire hours it usually is—and,
if so, what do you do with bored students who get done with their on-line work
early? I know it’s a mess. But aren’t all the ideas messy?
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Politics, Just in General
I hate that I am such a cynic about politics. The thing is, the thought of leading is so distasteful to me that I am suspicious of anyone who wants to. And yet, I know that God gives gifts to people, and sometimes the gift is leadership. There are good leaders in the world. My bishop is one of them. At the first ward council he conducted, he said to us, “You were called to your leadership positions because God knew you could do good there. My job is to support you. Please ponder your stewardship and, at our first one-on-one meeting together, come with some ideas of what you’d like to accomplish and how I can help you best to do that.” I was amazed at his concept of leadership-as-servant.
But things get convoluted when you try to translate that concept to leadership in the political sphere. Is a man or woman of integrity supposed to figure out what his/her constituents (or the party that helped them get elected) want and then fulfil that at all costs? Or is s/he supposed to assume that those constituents trust him/her to study issues and then vote by wisdom and conscience?
I am glad that I don’t have to lead. I am grateful for the honest of heart who are willing to do so. What can I do to make it easier for the honest of heart to run for office, and then to fulfill their assignments? I’m not sure. For one thing, I can write to tell them thank you when I see them standing up bravely for something moral when it is unpopular. And maybe I can notice when people around me (such as my bishop) display traits of righteous leadership. I can help my children recognize the examples in the Book of Mormon of righteous and unrighteous leadership (power hunger vs. service, for example). I can recognize that issues are always much more complicated than the sound bites we hear make them seem.
Another thing that I have become a cynic about: whether people actually can and do change their minds when it comes to politics. I began thinking about this more seriously when an acquaintance whose political leanings I do not share posted something on facebook about media bias. I realized that both he and I were convinced that the other person was not getting an objective view about the world from the news sources we relied on, and that both of us felt that our own preferences of news outlets were closer to objective truth than the other’s. I did some research on media bias and found some websites that I felt were helpful—but I realized that my friend would never believe that the websites I had found; he would say that those websites themselves were also biased. I wondered what info I could possibly use to change his mind—and from what source. Then I wondered what info he could show me that would change my mind, and from what source. The point is that we both had people, or sources, we trusted, and if those sources were to tell us they had been wrong on something, we’d consider it, but not if someone from outside our network of trust did so. What is the solution to this?
Easy seminary answer: the Holy Ghost. But both of us are sure that we are using that. What else?
I don’t know. I keep coming back to Nephi: “I do not know the meaning of all things, but I know that God loves his children.” I’ve paraphrased and reversed the order of that sentence--because it works best for me in that order. When I can’t get to pure knowledge of the world, I can at least rely on God’s love. For me. For my friend with whom I so disagree. For the politicians I think are damaging the world. For the people who pay the price of their power-hunger and immorality.
Meanwhile, politically, I try to vote for the most loving thing for the most people. Some would say that this is unwise, because it lets some people off easy, or leads to freeloaders or people who get away with things. I say that, in the absence of objective truth, in the presence of constant misinformation, erroneous black-and-white thinking, and oversimplification of complicated problems, I’d rather err on the side of mercy. I’d rather risk giving too much than too little, even to people who are ungrateful or unwise. I’d rather give people the benefit of the doubt, even if it leads to waste, than refuse to help the poor, the sick and the afflicted, as I believe I and all Christians have covenanted to do. I don’t know much, but I believe God loves his children, and expects us to, too.
Sunday, July 26, 2020
God's Still Driving This Car
Yesterday I had to take off some earrings I had been wearing for most of the day because of irritation. I said to Roger, who bought them for me, "These must have nickel in them."
"They don't!" he said. "I researched them! I know not to get you that kind!"
I shrugged. "All I know is that they hurt, so they're going to D.I."
Later, he came to me and said, "I did some research on the site I bought the earrings from. Turns out you're right. They DO have a little nickel in them--a 'negligible' amount. I saw the word hypo-allergenic and figured they were OK without reading to the details. But you could tell."
Now, as I'm still recovering from the surgery, I am again thankful to God for arranging my life in better ways than I could. I was scheduled for the repair surgery with a device years ago, and everything fell through because my insurance refused to pay. That was a disappointment. Then, a couple of weeks ago when I went for the stitch surgery, I arranged to have an official nickel test beforehand because I had heard that sometimes the surgeon discovered, during the procedure, that a patient's hole was too big for stitch repair and required a device. There are currently no 100% nickel-free devices available (though the manufacturers claim that the amount is "negligible"). Because of various factors (including an allergist's failure to explain things to me), the nickel test I had done was inconclusive because it was read too early. (It was read after only 48 hours, but the doctor reading it--not the one who ordered it--claimed that it needed "up to a week" to be accurate.) But the early reading showed no irritation, so on the day of the surgery we decided to go ahead with the device if necessary.
Thankfully (and I mean that word very literally--I am so thankful), it was not. So my experience with the earrings yesterday made me thankful again. I have heard horror stories of the problems some nickel-sensitive people have had with the device (culminating, once they figure out that it is the source of the strange symptoms, with open-heart surgery to remove it).
I want to remember this. I want to remember during disappointments and misunderstandings and normal daily bruising that God is really in charge. Trust, trust, trust.
I find myself trying to apply this to what's going on in the country/world right now. I don't ever want to claim that God wishes for our suffering or actively brings it about. There are some hard, hard things going on that are simply tragic. But I've found that when I bring the camera in from long-shot to close-up, I see God working in people's lives. I see a lot of families getting closer to each other during this time, experiencing spiritual growth as they do church together. I see people making changes that should have happened earlier (leaving a job they hated, for example). I see communities pulling together as they help each other, or working hard to speak up against society wrongs that have been going on too long under the radar. In the worst scenarios (death and disease, domestic abuse), I find that I can hold two things in my mind at once: pain and faith. I can feel the tragedy and mourn it, but I can also believe that somehow God is reaching for people, still, and waiting for us to reach for Him.
I don't want to sugarcoat things or wear my faith like a gaudy designer dress in front of people who are in deep distress. But I have not lost hope, and just because this time has been easier for me than many, I don't believe in a God who wants me to. But He wants my hope to motivate me to action (which is the definition of faith, I think). I'm not sure what action, though. For now, what I can think of is speaking truth and bearing testimony. Listening to other people's stories without judgment. Donating what I can. Being braver and more honest in my political actions. What can you think of?
Monday, July 20, 2020
Empty Nest
This summer we’ve enjoyed watching a little family of quail that have taken up residence under the bushes in our back yard. I see quail families regularly when I take my morning walk along the canal, and usually there are 4-7 young. Perhaps this family, in our yard, used to have more, but now they have only two chicks.
Sunday, July 19, 2020
Glad To Be Back!
During the golden days of this blog, I was in the midst of the storm of child-raising. I was, thankfully, past the hardest stage (toddlers and babies), and finally getting my head above water a little. But my life centered around my children’s adventures, triumphs and struggles in a more moment-intensive way than it does now. I wouldn’t say for a second that my children’s triumphs and struggles are any less heavy in my life. I’ve got three young adults (two returned missionaries, one current missionary) and a teenager (senior in high school), and, as you know if you’re there yet, the problems just get bigger along with the kids. But that’s not to say that I feel more burdened. In fact, this has been a phase of great enjoyment for me. I’m interested in exploring some of that here.
I see that a lot of my blog entries from the good ol’ days were about my concerns as a writer. Was I a writer? Should I invest in myself as a writer? How? And in what genre?