• Clash of Concepts Revisited

    June 12: A Deteriorating State

    By Linda Margison Webster defines “deteriorate” in the following two ways: “to become worse or of less value” and “to lower in character, dignity, or quality.” I can’t help but connect those definitions to the current state of our world, a place where progress, civility, acceptance, and hope caught a foothold and started to rise, but then was ambushed by an arrogant, racist, misogynistic, and greedy sect that hoisted its king and slid on its hood, rolling back unity and harmony in the name of patriotism, gun rights, and a bastardized view of religion. The more we instruct children to avoid being killed instead of telling gunmen not to kill,…

  • Clash of Concepts Revisited

    June 11: The Sounds of My Life

    By Linda Margison The swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of my unborn babies’ heartbeats. The sound of their first cries. “Love you, Mama.” “Forever and ever, amen.” Those are the sounds of my heart. “Goodbye.” “You are the problem. It’s all your fault.” The sprint cars roaring around the racetrack miles away. The thunder announcing an approaching storm. The rain, rushing down and hitting the earth in both destruction and nutrition, so loud and fierce I cringe and cower. The whir and rattle from the fans on either side of the bed, keeping the silence at bay, distracting my mind just enough to find slumber. The snoring of the dog asleep at…

  • Clash of Concepts Revisited

    June 10: Hallway

    By Linda Margison When I think of the word “hallway,” I am transported back to Columbus Regional Hospital in the wee hours of morning after a bathroom break at the opposite end of the unit while my sister kept watch over our sleeping mom. Needing a moment to escape and desperately trying to find a way to deal with the despair flooding through me, I put earbuds in and turned on music.  The notes from a melancholy piano pounded out and settled in my chest.  Say something, I’m giving up on you. Piano keys slowly emitted more notes matching my steps down the hallway. I felt like I was giving…