Lori Falce Columns category, Page 13

I don’t mean to offend. I try hard not to make people feel like I’m targeting them personally when I write. My goal is to make people think, not wince. I want to plant a seed and water it and see what grows, rather than have people close down and...

The magic of Harry Potter is very real. The words that are inked onto the pages of four-inch thick books? They have power. They just don’t have it the way the Rev. Dan Reehill of St. Edward Catholic School in Nashville thinks they do. Reehill had the books pulled out...

I struggle with the death penalty. I want to be the kind of person who feels forgiveness in my heart and embraces the redemptive possibility of prison. I’m not. I’d like to feel the certainty of those who are all-in on the eye-for-an-eye aspects of capital punishment. I’m not there...

We hadn’t talked — really talked — in months. Maybe years. It’s one of those things where you lose track. Social media had become our conduit, where we left the occasional “oh that’s so sweet” on a picture of each other’s kids or caught up on job changes and new...

On Wednesday night, I sat in the auditorium with other parents whose kids were about to embark on the adventure that is middle school. We learned where the buses will pick the kids up and why our teachers won’t give us packets of schoolwork for sick days or vacations. We...

“We are safe and sound.” A friend posted the alert to Facebook late Sunday. She wanted to let us know that she was not one of those killed at the Gilroy Garlic Festival in California. She wanted to let us know that her family wasn’t being treated for bullet wounds....

We are about to play the next round of everyone’s favorite game show, “Who Wants to Be President?” And the answer in the Democratic Party continues to be the same. Everyone. Yes, we are a year out from the 2020 convention, but it would be great if the CNN debates...

My grandma could have been a German spy. Or at least, people might have thought that. She was just a teenager when Pearl Harbor was bombed and the U.S. was thrown into the deep end of war. She was an all-American beauty with a Ginger Rogers smile. What she didn’t...

I don’t believe in math. People insist to me that math is a real thing. I don’t buy it. I think math is a conspiracy — a plot against those of us who live our lives in sentences strung out of words rather than equations and numbers. I didn’t get...

The saddest commentary on our education system that I have ever heard didn’t come from a politician or a pundit. It came from the woman who taught my sister in kindergarten. “Everyone brings us their children like lumps of wood for us to carve into something. They all want us...

At 2:34 p.m., I am usually sitting in a planning meeting with an assortment of editors talking about what is going where in the next day’s edition. I am not under my desk deciding whether I should call 911 or worrying if that would be loud enough to draw a...

I’m a big believer in the power of words. I think that words convey things in a way that is truly amazing. They don’t just transmit information, like the 1’s and 0’s of binary code, delivering a copy of this data to that receiver. That would be enough to still...

I learned the best lesson about politics from a missionary. I was covering a church event. The missionary had come to town to promote a book. It didn’t go well, and she pegged me early on as someone who wasn’t there because I identified with her message. Maybe the notebook...

We went to the grocery store to buy tomatoes and bread, and on the way in, my friend and I would check the community bulletin board in the entry. It would be filled with posters for bingo and ads for babysitting services and used cars. The flyer we tacked up...

Getting my kid out of bed for school requires an act of Congress and the jaws of life. Like a bull alligator, he will twist away, snarling, rolling deeper into the covers, ready to snap at anyone who dares disturb him. I am about to have a reprieve from my...

It’s a question that has been asked of many judicial nominees in recent years. “Is Brown v. the Board of Education settled law?” More surprising than the question is the lack of answer. Lately, what has always been a softball is being bounced on the fingertips like a hot potato....

I don’t want my son to be a hero. I don’t want to have someone come to me and tell me how brave he was as he stood up to someone with a weapon and a grudge and a message for the world. I don’t care if he grows up...

How important is the school name on your diploma? For some, it might be worth a lot more than the paper it’s printed on. According to the National Center for Education Statistics, the graduates picking up diplomas this weekend started their freshman years paying about $17,000 for a year at...

All over America, people are doing their research and looking at needs versus wants and paying attention to trends and a final goal and assessing the pool of potential that could get the job done. And unfortunately almost none of that has to do with the 2020 presidential election. Nope,...

Information warfare. That is the term Special Council Robert Mueller used in his report detailing the two year investigation into Russian hacking and possible collusion or obstruction by the Trump campaign or administration. Information warfare. The weaponization of people’s thoughts and ideas. The strategic deployment of a mixture of facts,...

We have all been there. A sweaty hand shake that lasts forever. Aunt Margaret’s aggressively red lipstick kisses. The airplane seatmate who falls asleep on your shoulder. It’s all about the overlapping circles of a Venn diagram. It’s where consent meets comfort and intentions. It’s easy to make this about...

My son is smart and hilarious and almost criminally lazy. He also has ADHD, which means that he is a never-ending fountain of ideas. “I want to be a paleontologist engineer so I can create Jurassic Park but like safe so nobody gets eaten by velociraptors.” “Could you do time...

For the love of God. It’s a common phrase. For the love of God, can’t you pick up after yourself? For the love of God, why can’t someone do something about these potholes? For the love of God, who is calling me now? But, for the love of God, we...

I screwed up a lot in middle school. And high school. And college. I rolled my eyes with disgust at the things my mother didn’t understand. I had a moral objection to homework. If there was a way to work a shortcut, I probably tried it. I did a lot...

My grandmother didn’t make history. She made home. Grandma was a force of nature. She was barely more than 5 feet tall and was as delicate as the robins she fed on the porch, but I never knew anyone who did more in a day. She raised a family of...