No longer is the female destined solely for the home and the rearing of the family and only the male for the marketplace and the world of ideas.
I remember driving home one evening while they were reviewing the papers on the radio. One of the articles was about me separating from my wife. It's a weird thing to listen to a news report about the break-up of your marriage.
I pretended I was living with a television family and there was no yelling at home and no one hit me.
My home was 25 miles from the gulf, and I did not want to see it become a shorefront property.
So, yes, I am in the underground, but actually, it feels like home.
My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old, she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.
I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.
Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.
I'm lucky because I have a job I love. I really miss being away from home, being in my own bed, seeing my animals and siblings, having my moms cookies. I have a couple cats. I got a kitten about a year ago and now Im going on the road so I wont see him for a while. I feel bad.
If we keep on ignoring and leaving children to their own devices at home, they become latchkey kids, and trust me, the consequences of that are not good.
Not too many people can afford for the wife to stay home and raise the kids.
For target shooting, that's okay. Get a license and go to the range. For defense of the home, that's why we have police departments.
It is a great compliment to go out and be recognized. Although, because I basically go home and go to work, there isn't much opportunity for that kind of thing to happen.
The Brigham Young University (BYU) campus was just a few blocks from my home and tuition was minimal.
Five days a week I drive from our home to the Episcopal Cathedral Center of Los Angeles where I have an office, my computer, and a wonderful sense of community - especially nurtured by the presence of several younger gay men and women who are good friends.