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Big Problems for 2018

Oh dear. I am in the vortex of New Year's Resolutions. In years past, I have eschewed resolution-making easily, tossing aside the urge like so many flyers home from school, avoiding the pull of self-improvement without a care. But this year is different.  This year, I want to change ALL THE THINGS.  I want to be better in ALL THE WAYS.   I feel the desire to be better and the temptation of resolve, and I strongly suspect that waiting for me on the other side is disappointment and failure.  As a woman who has increasingly lived by the mantra "The Secret to Happiness is Low Expectations," I am confused and concerned by this sudden urge to set the bar high and reach for the goddamn stars. Let's put the devil in the details.  Let's list all the ways in which I seek to be a better human being in 2018. Pray more. Read more books. Exercise more. Write more. Eat better: includes eating more vegetables and fewer carbs, and drinking more water and less wine


First I want to thank everyone for being here to honor my mom and support our family.   We are incredibly appreciative of your love and support. The thing I most want to say today is thank you mom.   Thank you for giving me the life I have, the faith I have in a loving God, and the experience of being raised by someone who worked quietly, consistently, and with great integrity, for her family, community, and world. Thank you mom, for the gift of laughter .   Many of my favorite childhood memories are of laughing.   Laughing really hard at Mary Tyler Moore, Bob Newhart, and especially MASH.   Laughing at the Sunday comics, the Far Side and Bloom County.   Even Doonsebury, which I rarely got, but which I knew must be funny because my mom and the rest of my family sure thought so.   Laughing about our family lore – the inside jokes and stories that made me so glad I was a Murphy.   Looking through family photos this past week, I was struck by how many of them capture all of us