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On Tuesday, Feb. 17, 2009, Leonard Pitts' editorial column told the story of Joe and his wife who'd collapsed on a cruise ship. Their children traumatized; Joe was denied access to said wife as she lay dying in a hospital emergency department. Then he explained that the couple he was describing was not Joe and Lisa, but Janice and Lisa, a homosexual couple in Florida. His column quoted Janice's account of a conversation she had with the social worker: "I need you to understand that you are in an anti-gay city and state and you won't get to know about Lisa's condition or see her." The hospital disputes this account. Without questioning the validity of that statement, Pitts goes on to recite the party line: increasingly anti-gay nation (his italics) mean-spirited amendments legislation that made scapegoats and boogeymen of gay people. Leonard Pitts is ignoring one huge elephant in the room. HIPAA Laws. The Healthcare Information Portability and Protection A...

(sung to the tune of Chestnuts Roasting o're an open fire) Gunshots blasting from the xbox 360, rapping from the new cellphone, vacuum cleaner running over the floor, and it's Christmas day once more. Everybody knows a ham will be for dinner. Everyone wants to eat now. Christmas day is a holiday, but Mom's still cooking midst the fray. Papers, boxes, and torn-up bows, Too much candy, too much noise, Tiny tots who got up much to early need to nap, but they won't go. Christmas day is oh so joyful. Christmas day is oh so right. Christmas day is much too long. Thank God he gave us Christmas night.

time for bed, but someone has given my three yr. old a camping whistle. Which means it's extra loud. An extra loud camping whistle. A three yr. old Chinese recently adopted daughter. Bedtime. A whistle. Bedtime. Not anymore.