Showing posts with label womanhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label womanhood. Show all posts

Friday, June 15, 2012

Fitted Blazers v. Yoga Pants. A Truce?

So,  I've been reading a mom-blog ever since ... well ... I can't remember how long.  That's how long I've been reading it.

Want to know why I read it?  Because I identify with the mom/wife/woman behind the blog.  She's real in a "my kids are driving me crazy," "I'm crying because I missed something big," and "You should hear my love story" kind of way.  Shell at Things I Can't Say is amazing.  I'm a loyal follower.

Well guess what?  Shell invited (yes, invited.  I did not stalk her and force this) me to be write a guest post for her blog so if you want to hear my thoughts on Fitted Blazers v. Yoga pants, head to her site.

It feels pretty good to spill it on someone else's blog.

Plus, now I to show off a new button!

Oh ya--I'm totally being featured on Things They Can't Say!

 

Friday, May 18, 2012

Fashion Friday: The MOST Important Fashion Accessory

Seriously, there is one fashion accessory you can not--I repeat  CAN NOT--do without regardless of what it costs you.

The good news is it doesn't cost much, one size fits all, and you can find it anywhere (provided you have a good attitude).

So what is the most important accessory?

Your smile, of course.

Source: tuttemerull.nl via RJ on Pinterest


I know sometimes it can be hard to find your smile. So read through these and get a good grin going.






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Smiling yet? Good. Then no matter what you are wearing, you've got the best thing on!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Things I Love: Gemma Doyle Trilogy

I'm a fan of young adult literature.  I like to tell people this is due to the fact that I teach young adults.  Really, I just like how profound and lovely young adult literature can be (without takings itself to seriously).

Think about it.  How many of the most recent literature phenomenons have been geared toward young adults?  Harry Potter.  Twilight.  The Hunger Games.

I've never read Harry Potter {Gasp} and I have no intentions to do so.

I read and liked Twilight although I think Bella is whiny, helpless, and sets the feminist movement back to B.C. times.

I loved, loved The Hunger Games but even though I found Katniss to be a strong, caring lead, I didn't totally love her character.  She was harsh and cold and didn't have an ounce of humor in her.

Right after I read The Hunger Games I read The Great and Terrible Beauty series by Libba Bray.  Ever since, I've been wanting to read them again.  The books are Victorian Gothic/paranormal which sounds odd but let me tell you, it's compelling. You aren't quite sure what you are gonna get.

And the lead.  Oh the lead.  Gemma Doyle is a great mix of Bella and Katniss.  She is brave, strong headed, and selfless like Katniss.  She is silly and dramatic like Bella.  But unlike both, Gemma seems really ... real.  She struggles with life--with thoughts of not being enough, with girl drama, with boy drama, with family drama but through it all, she is hilarious.  She thinks these sarcastic thoughts and is utterly delightful.

Anyhow, if you are looking for a new series to dive into, I'd suggest The Gemma Doyle Trilogy (I've suggested this to friends.  2 loved it, 1 thought it was so-so.  Although I will say one of the gals loved Gemma so much she contemplated naming her daughter after her ...).

This photo does not belong to me.  I stole it from Wikipedia but don't read Wikipedia and ruin the book!

P.S. Although I TOTALLY think this should be a movie, and IMBD thinks it might become one in 2015, right now, it's looking doubtful.  Rats.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Things I Love: Small Appliances

Yes, yes, yes.  I am susceptible to loving small appliances that I probably don't need but like to have despite the fact that they totally clutter my kitchen cabinets.

Onion choppers and mandolins and 15 different sets of mixing bowls and measuring spoons ... I'm basically a sucker in a kitchen shop.

But, there are three small appliances that have been worth the money, honey!

Kitchen Aide Mixer:
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I got one of these babies as a wedding gift and, hands down, I would forsake most items in my kitchen before getting rid of this!  It kneads dough, shred chicken, mixes brownies ...  I pretty much LOVE it!

Cuisinart Food Processor
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I just got this for Christmas from my mother-in-law.  She's brilliant!  It's a veggie chopping, hummus making, cheese shredding little miracle.

Magic Bullet
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Honestly when I first saw an informercial for one of these I thought it was a gimmick (and not just because it sounds like a sex toy).  I didn't buy one.   BUT last summer at a garage sale I found one cheap and decided to give it a go.  So glad I did.  I'm kinda of a smoothie addict and this sucker blends, pulverizes, and grinds my smoothies to yummy perfection.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Things I Love: Growing Older

Today is Ground Hog's Day.  For most of you, that means nothing except that a ball of hair is either gonna make your day by saying Spring is coming early or make you want to fry him up for dinner by saying winter is staying longer.  For me, it means adding another year to my age.

I know some people who want to hide from their birthdays and pretend they aren't getting older.  As for me, I'm so grateful for one more year.  What a pleasure it is to look back and see how I'm not who I once was.  Each year I'm being made new--more compassionate, more patient, more disciplined, more affectionate ... more.

Sure there's more of me too.  More wrinkles on my forehead.  More cellulite on by butthigh.  More blond peach-fuzz on my upper lip.  More.

In the end, though, I'll take the the "growing older" badges of honor with pleasure because crow eyes have nothing on a lifetime of laughter and wrinkles can't diminish wisdom earned (sometimes the hard way) and fuzzy lips can't stop a smile and cellulite ... can be hidden by a good pair of Miss Me jeans.

So as I climb the hill every so slowly, one year at a time, I'm determined to do so with grace and humility--being grateful for a life well lived.  Each day. Each year.


Thursday, November 10, 2011

Things I Love: My Sister

Today is my sister's birthday. {Happy Birthday!}

She the first one to have a birthday since my mom died.  It is bittersweet.

To help make the bitter a bit more sweet, here are 36 memories that make me thankful for my sister.
  1. I'm thankful she got caught sneaking out first.  The girl saved me some trouble.
  2. I'm thankful for the top-secret, sisters only photo I have of her.  It's wildly unflattering.  The blackmail possibilities are endless.
  3. I'm thankful for the nights we used to watched "Sisters" together in her room.
  4. I'm thankful for that time we danced in cowboy boots and dad's boxer shorts.
  5. I'm thankful for the laugh I still get when I remember how a Charlie Horse knocked her to the ground like she was doing an air-raid.
  6. I'm thankful that she is willing to watch Easy A over and over with me.  "We must be related."
  7. I'm thankful for appletinis served in wine glasses.
  8. I'm thankful for x-rated madlibs and the completely inappropriate conversations that follow.
  9. I'm thankful for evil plots against Javo.
  10. I'm thankful her Camero was low to the ground. Trust me, it came in handy the time I jumped out of it while she was driving.
  11. I'm thankful for fights over the proper application of eye-liner.
  12. I'm thankful for motel rooms attached to strip joints.
  13. I'm thankful for being the dance club in Portage la Prairie.
  14. I'm thankful for playing "house" in motel rooms.
  15. I'm thankful for black naugahyde furniture to watch cartoons on.
  16. I'm thankful for a Kids, Inc. watching partner.
  17. I'm thankful for Twilight marathons.
  18. I'm thankful for Black Friday, 5 am shopping.
  19. I'm thankful for the Tilted Kilt.
  20. I'm thankful for pink mustangs.
  21. I'm thankful that I don't have to listen to her crappy hip-hop music anymore.
  22. I'm thankful for the bathroom incident in her puffy wedding dress.
  23. I'm thankful I got to be her matron of honor, which coincidentally goes hand-in-hand with the bathroom incident.
  24. I'm thankful for that beer hunting episode (and her constant retelling of me running up and down stairs like a gerbil on meth).
  25. I'm thankful for inside jokes.  Holy Mole-y!
  26. I'm thankful for a "puss this long!"
  27. I'm thankful for haircuts with horns.
  28. I'm thankful for birthday weekends in Rapid City.
  29. I'm thankful for The Color Purple on Christmas Eve.
  30. I'm thankful for present snooping.
  31. I'm thankful for Foster.  Okay, this is a lie.  I hated that dog but at least I know I never, ever want an English bulldog.  Ever.
  32. I'm thankful for hard egg sandwiches when you're sick.
  33. I'm thankful for sledding down stairs.
  34. I'm thankful for going to the bathroom together on the phone.
  35. I'm thankful for someone to call and talk to about nothing and everything.
  36. I'm thankful for how often I see mom in you.

Happy Birthday Randeaner Beaner Weiner!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Things I Love: Grass

Freshly cut grass, that is.

To me nothing says, "Welcome, Summer" quite like the sound of a lawn mower and the delicious mix of gasoline and newly cut grass.

Of course I'm horribly allergic to all things that grow but I like to stand on the deck, soak in the smell, and let it take me back to the days of Uncle Don mowing his huge yard while Jennifer and I read Christopher Pike novels on blankets in the sun.

Mmmm.  Grass.

What's a smell that you love?

Monday, May 30, 2011

Less and More

Less paper work

More ice cream

Less people

More bike rides

Less commitments

More walks

More swimming

More S'mores

More BBQs

Less rushing

More stargazing

Less snow shoveling

More laughter 

Or what I like to call

Summer

Monday, May 23, 2011

Confession

Deep down in side, I'm a girl who likes comics and super heroes.  Give me action!

This actually works out really well for Matt and I because we can go to these movies together and both have fun.  He's not suffering through a chick-flick and I'm not pretending to think Between Two Ferns is funny.

On Saturday night my sister and I went to the movies (can I hear a WooHoo!) and saw this preview.



Kill me now for two reasons:
1. It's another X-Men movie and I love X-Men!
2. James McAvoy is Professor X. Have I ever mentioned that in the scheme of celebrities I love, there's Robert Downey Jr. and then there's James McAvoy? You ladies can keep Gerard Butler and George Clooney--these are my fellas!

Anyhow, I confess to loving Marvel Comics and James McAvoy.

Phew. My conscience is clear now.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Quietly Contemplating

I'm quietly contemplating what today means.

What it holds.


Why it is relevant ... 

                                     today ... 
   
                                                          tomorrow.  


From palms to passion.

From Hosanna! to Barabbas!

From desperation to desertion.

Oh how fickle the followers who wanted freedom without sacrifice...


...the crown without the cross.


Today I quietly contemplate.


And though I don't understand, You left PEACE for your followers. 


I receive it.


I believe it.


I will live it.
Out of Jesus' affliction came a new sense of God's love and a new basis for love between men, so out of our affliction we may grasp the splendor of God's love and how to love one another. Thus the consummation of the two commandments was on Golgotha; and the Cross is, at once, their image and their fulfillment. ~Malcolm Muggeridge~
Peace be with you.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

What I Think About: Abundant Life

I can't even begin to count the number of times I think, "there isn't enough time!" or "I'll make time."

Isn't time tricky?  It's the commodity we wish we had more of but if you had more time, what would you do with it?

If I had more time, I'd clean the baseboards.  I'd refabricate a navy blue long sleeved T I bought at Gap for $1.97.  I'd read the novel Beth loaned me.  I'd go to bed before 11:30.

Do you hear what I'm saying? Even if I had more time, it wouldn't be enough.  I'd fill it.  Stuff it.  Smother it with things that need doing and caught up on and finished.

It's mind-numbing.  Even if I had more time, it wouldn't be enough.

How do you negotiate that?  Do you just decide that you'll make better use of the time you do have?

"I won't waste time," I think.  I'll multitask constantly; I'll cut down on phone conversations with my sister; I'll be diligent about starting laundry in the morning; I'll manage my time better.

But the more I hyper-manage and finagle my time, the emptier I feel.  Why is that?  How can a life filled to the brim with preschool and work and homework and diaper washing and soccer practice and ballet practice and church and date nights and ... feel so. darn. empty?

How does none of this stuff that I spend my time on fill me with a sense of accomplishment and peace?  Why do I continue to rush and hurry onto the next task or event when I know it will not fulfill?

In One Thousand Gifts Ann Voskamp ponders how the busyness of your life leaves you with little time for the source of you life.

Ouch.  Truth.

I'll plan date nights a year in advance.  I'll plan meals for the next month.  I'll schedule play dates two weeks out.  I have a "to do" list for tomorrow.

Spending time with God is not on it.

Perhaps why I can't grasp time is because I've lost its purpose.  In a panic to "live" life, I've lost the reason to live life.  Jesus said He came so that we would have life and so we could live it to it's fullest (John 10:10).  He came so we can have abundant life.  Life to it's fullest.  Not so I could rush.  Not to hurry.  But to savor and enjoy--a vapor of breath on a winter day.

When I look at my children they've aged over night.  Surely this fair haired girl with the nose slightly turned up isn't the baby I nursed yesterday.  She can't be.  Can't be five.

I think of memories of her.  Learning to walk. Reading books on her potty. Dropping a watermelon off the kitchen table and laughing as it burst all over the kitchen.  I smile. A happy, sad smile.

It goes so quickly, time.

And I can't hold it.  I can't get more.

Desperately I want to say, "STOP!" and just soak in the beauty of the moment.  To not have that delightful girl get older but to hold her and read Charlotte's Web and to snuggle with Bear Bear under a quilt.

I want to just stop and enjoy the moment--this moment. This moment of tantrums and tears and snot and laughter through clenched teeth holding tight to pacifiers.  This time is ours. But it will not last.

I wonder if I did just enjoy now--if I just savored these small things, these simple moments, if I wouldn't mind if time slipped right past me.

If wonder if I just wouldn't notice because time is no match for a life abundantly lived.

Thank you to Shell at Things I Can't Say for letting me Pour My Heart Out!

Monday, April 18, 2011

My Feet-Washing Theory

Some people have great, deep thoughts.

I have a theory about people and feet washing.

Brace yourself.

I'm clearly a Type-A personality.  I micro-manage the micro-managing Apps on my IPhone.  I get irritated when the weather doesn't listen to me. 

I would never, and I mean NEVER, get out of the shower without washing my feet.  Not the proverbial "washing" which is actually code for, "I let the water run past it--doesn't that count as clean?" but really washing my feet.  With both hands.  With soap.  I'm not getting out of the shower until I'm convinced my 10 little piggies are squeakly clean.

My husband (the reason for this theory), on the other hand, is content to let the water wash away his foot grime.  {Yes, I did just admit to seeing Matt shower before.  Sorry.  I'd tell you he was in a swimsuit but that would be a lie.  And if I'm admitting to my foot-washing theory, there's no need to lie.}  But seriously, he doesn't bend over to wash his feet.  He doesn't use soap.  He just assumes that the water will do a good enough job (and that no one is looking that closely).

Matt and I approach people the same way we approach our foot washing. 

I don't trust people, like I don't trust water to do the job.  If something needs done, I do it.  Or I at least set it up and manage it to death.

Matt is more trusting.  He gives people leeway.  Time.  He trusts that it'll all work out in the end--whether he gives it effort or not.

I've been on a mission to see if this theory works for others too.  Most of the people I ask line up.  Type A's wash their feet.  More laid-back people trust the water to do it.  One way is not better than the other; they are just different. 

Now I'm convinced that your foot washing preference says a lot about your interactions with people, your trust levels, your personality ...

Does it hold up with you?

Are you a foot washer or a water truster?

Monday, April 11, 2011

What My Dishwasher Taught Me

My house is new(ish).

My appliances are new(ish).

But the epoxy that holds my appliances in place didn't stick so my dishwasher has been falling out of place for nearly a year and a half.  And when I say, "falling out," I mean leaning forward a couple of inches when the door is open. Of course this makes the top and bottom racks fall out.  For some reason this is a huge inconvenience.

The door of the dishwasher drives me crazy.  Huffy crazy.  Eye-rolling crazy.  Explicative crazy.

Silly isn't it?

I mean, my best friend of a decade hasn't had a dishwasher since I've known her.  And I have one that cleans and I complain that it falls forward a bit.

She spends time literally washing dishes; I think it is the worst chore in the world to put away the dishes that my machine cleans.

In ten years, my best friend hasn't lamented to me once about having to wash dishes.  I don't think I've gone a week without reminding Matt how awful my dishwasher is.

Six weeks ago I asked my dad or Matt to fix my dishwasher; they didn't.

Calm asking turned to critical hinting.

Hinting turned to nagging.

Nagging turned into a full-blown adult meltdown over the top dishwasher rack falling out when I was trying to put a fork into the dishwasher.

Meltdown=Matt rushed to fix the dishwasher.

Sad to say, I felt justified in my anger toward Matt for not fixing my dishwasher.  I mean, hadn't I waited long enough?  Hadn't enough time past?  If he couldn't remember, then surely my nagging would help.

While Matt fixed my dishwasher, I sat down with One Thousands Gifts and started reading.  Two pages into my chapter, Ann Voskamp says this, "long I am woman who speaks but one language, the language of the fall--discontentment and self-condemnation, the critical eye and the never satisfied."

I tried to read right past it but that quotation just pierced me. 

That was me.

Surrounded on every side with every luxury; so use to my comfort that any inconvenience, any disruption, sent me into a tail spin.

My lips trembled in the way that only on-coming tears could foster.

How could I be so ungrateful when I have so much?

I kept reading.  I ignored the tears.  And the shame.  And my husband fixing my dishwasher.

And Ann got me one more time at the end by stating, "life change comes when we receive life with thanks and ask for nothing to change."

I'll be a work in progress ... I'll always be a work in progress.  But I'm starting to see how wonderful this life really is.  And if I keep looking, I have a feeling, I won't ask for better dishwashers or new cars, or new this or new that.

I'll just be content ... grateful, even.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

If You Haven't Already Heard ...

about One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp then watch this video.  It might be the best six minutes of your day.



Now, let me implore you to not wait another day to order this book.  Click here to go to Amazon to buy a copy!

I've read the first chapter of this book.  That's it.  But I've read it three times and that should say something.  Like it is awesome.  Like I'm connecting to what it says.  Like I have some work to do.

Voskamp is challenging us to live fully right where we are--in the midst of stress and pain and uncertainty--to find beauty and grace and 1000 gifts in the way God delights in us no.matter.what.

I will caution you that Voskamp is incredibly poetic and uses analogies and metaphors that are lengthy and wordy and sometimes, down right confusing.  But reading and re-reading them to discover why she chose that word in this spot is exactly the kind of thing we SHOULD be doing with our Bibles (but it is sometimes easier in other works).  So practice with Voskamp and then turn your attention to Colossians with the same vigor!


If I didn't entice you to buy the book, then at least visit Voskamp's blog, A Holy Experience.

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Difference Between Hearing and Listening

As I watch you move the lamp and climb onto the couch I tell you, "No, that's dangerous."

You look at me with a smile that says you heard me and choose to disregard.

I consider intervening and then wonder, for your own good, if I ought to let you learn the consequences of your actions.

I take that route.

The lamp falls and will forever lean to one side.

The remote controls go everywhere.

You slip, flip, and fall on to your head.

Loud wails.  Tears.  Red faced.  Something that looks like tears but is probably snot or drool.

I feel bad; yet at the same time I think, "Perhaps next time you'll listen to me."

And then it hits me.

Maybe God feels the EXACT. SAME. WAY.

Is He talking to me and I'm hearing but not listening?

I swear I haven't "heard" Him in weeks.  Or maybe it's been months now.

Has he stopped even bothering to try and talk to me because I don't listen, whether I hear Him or not?

What I'm feeling now, is this a consequence for hearing and not listening?  Do I feel separated because even worse then not listening, I've stopped even trying to hear?

May my red eyes and tear streaked face be a welcoming for You to hold me and comfort me and encourage me to listen ... next time.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Ants

We have ants.

I've never had any sort of critter living in my house before that wasn't supposed to live here.

They give me the heebie-jeebies.

You know what the worst part is?

Everything I read tells me that ants go into dirty houses where food is left out.

I DO NOT have a dirty house! I mean, I would drink water from the toilet (if it was absolutely necessary) and eat anything that fell onto my floor.  Yep, my house it *that* kind of clean.

So why are they here (and by here, I mean they are living in my master bathroom) and what can I do to get rid of them?

Ideas? Advice?

Monday, March 21, 2011

Daniel Fast

Here's the deal--I've been struggling with my spiritual life lately ... and I hate it.  I'm not sure what's really going on but my prayer life and Word life have just been, well, non-existent really.

I sort of need a "shock" wake-up so Matt and I have decided to do the Daniel Fast.  The Daniel Fast is based on two scriptures and is a vegan diet (with more restrictions).  No yeast, no leaven, no sweeteners (including natural sweeteners).  YIKES!

I really haven't fasted much before but I do believe in the power of fasting to encourage one to study, pray, and focus like crazy. 

I am doing this fast to help these areas (click here):

My Body--No, I am not unhealthy but I do believe there are areas of my health that can be improved.  I eat too much sugar and processed junk.  This fast will help detox my body.

My Flesh--Right now my emotions are pretty shut-up (I tend to close down when stressed).  Fasting will put pressure on me and may make me want to: give up, shut down, rebel ... I think seeing these "things" in my flesh and contrasting them with the fruit of the spirit will help me develop good thought patterns.

My Soul--Spending quality time in meditation, The Word, and prayer will help my soul take my flesh captive! 

Mostly, I am doing this 3 week fast to draw nearer to Christ!

But I'm nervous.  I'm anxious that "flesh" desires for tea with creamer or chocolate ice cream will win.  So please, pray for me.

And for my sake, if you have any good vegan recipes, send them my way!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

It' National Margarita Day!

Just sayin'!

Photo stolen from Babble!

Cheers!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

What I've Done

Yesterday I talked about The Hunger Game book series and why I think the series should be required reading in our high schools.

I basically stated that we need a good dose of reality--our actions and our inactions have consequences.

Leave it to Linkin Park to demonstrate the reality of injustice with such lyrical brilliance.

This video won't make you comfortable.  It is disturbing. 

Isn't that EXACTLY why you should watch it?



First They came... - Pastor Martin Niemoller

First they came for the communists,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists ,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak out because I wasn't a Jew.

Then they came for me
and there was no one left to speak out for me.

Monday, January 24, 2011

The Hunger Games: Required Reading?

A couple of months ago my Facebook page was alive with discussions of The Hunger Game series. 

I'm not one to let a good book series go by so I did my research.  I bought the books.  I read roughly 900 pages in four days.  Yep--they are that good!
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This three-book, young adult literature series, penned by Suzanne Collins, describes districts enslaved by a desensitized government who forces two children (12-18) from each district to fight to the death in gladiator-styled games in provide both entertainment and control.

The books follows Katniss as she tries to save her life while noting with irony the concessions of humanity she is willing to make to stay alive.  Katniss rises up as a leader and enemy of the government as she seeks to rectify injustice.

Each book is packed with disturbing detail, uncomfortable "real-life" parallels, and enough suspense to make you want to read the next one ... FAST!
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A classic dystopia, this series has gotten negative reviews for being too preachy, too graphic, too disturbing ...

In essence, Collins has done such a fabulous job of re-creating current day injustices that people who would normally think nothing of social injustices are uncomfortable.  They don't want to be reminded about starvation, forced labor, and violent dictators--so long as they are well fed and entertained.

Why bother with petty reminders that not all are as fortunate?

Though classified as a dystopia, I'd say this book reeks of reality and that should be enough to terrify us all.  We aren't sending our kids to the arena to fight and die, but some one is.  And generally it is for entertainment.
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The themes in these books are mature, to be sure.  As a parent, would I let my young adult (15+) read it?  Yep!  As an educator, would I use this book series in school?  Absolutely.

As Americans we live in a country of wealth, entertainment, and privilege.  We must be reminded that as we struggle to "look thin," other people are starving.

While we have surgeries to look younger, others are wishing their mortality age was much older.

We can't forget that our privileges come with responsibility and sometimes those responsibilities call for us to sacrifice a few of our frills for basic rights for others.

This book series reminded me of Maurice Ogden's classic poem, "The Hangman" (yes, I used this in class) in which people of a town are systematically hung one-by-one while others watch, out of fear, without protest.  Finally all were dead but one.  And the poem recalls:

"You tricked me. Hangman!," I shouted then,
"That your scaffold was built for other men...
And I no henchman of yours," I cried,
"You lied to me, Hangman. Foully lied!" 

Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
"Lied to you? Tricked you?" he said. "Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true --
The scaffold was raised for none but you. 

For who has served me more faithfully
Then you with your coward's hope?" said he,
"And where are the others who might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?" 

"Dead," I whispered. And amiably
"Murdered," the Hangman corrected me:
"First the foreigner, then the Jew...
I did no more than you let me do." 

Beneath the beam that blocked the sky
None had stood so alone as I.
The Hangman noosed me, and no voice there
Cried "Stop!" for me in the empty square.



This book series ought to be required reading in every high school.  

May the work of fiction be a sound, sobering reminder that injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.

 Want a bit more conviction?  Watch this OLD animated version of The Hangman.