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Covenant Marriage

On Oct 16, 1993 I proclaimed to the world that I had "found the one   whom my soul loves" (Song of Solomon, 3:4). The Covenant we made that day is still just as strong today as we celebrate 17 years of   marriage. But we've been together for almost 20 years, and I still   remember the day we met as if it were yesterday.

I had just arrived home from work (I was a DJ at a local radio station) and Phyllis and her friend, Shannon, came by the house to invite me and my roommates to a party. I was the only one home, so I went with them. (If you want to see the full story--in the style of Alice's Restaurant--click here: http://ericwilbanks.com/our_story.html).

The party itself was a pretty low-key event. A small group of us decided that it would be fun to play cards and I suggested my favorite game, Rummy. Phyllis had never played Rummy, so I volunteered to be her teammate and teach her the game. Today, we still have a set of rustic King and Queen wall hangings displayed prominently in our living room as a reminder of that night.

We saw each other a few more times, and within a couple of weeks I had finally experienced what so many talk about concerning love: I knew that I had found "the one." Of course, I wasn't a kid any more, and I knew the dangers of rushing love, so I kept my thoughts and feelings   private for the time and decided instead to journal them. My plan was to say in the journal all the things I wanted to say to Phyllis, and then present it to her as a gift the night before our wedding. Even long after our verbal commitment to one another had been affirmed, I   continued to journal my deepest thoughts for two years.

Through the years, Phyllis has been the kind of wife and mother that   every home needs: Kind, compassionate, committed, positive, inspiring, and so much more. But more than that, she has been my soul mate, my love, my life. I am looking forward to the next seventeen years with great anticipation of all we will experience together.

Happy anniversary, Phyllis. I love you.

-- Sent from my Palm Prē


Is America going through its own, modern version of the "dark ages?"

At the 2009 Neuroeducation Summit hosted by Johns Hopkins University, "several roundtable participants pointed out that art is no longer taught in their schools. According to the Alliance for Childhood's Crisis in the Kindergarten report, 48 percent of kindergarten classrooms in New York and 64 percent in Los Angeles have decided there's no time for art activities; 60 percent in New York and 67 percent in Los Angeles reported not enough time for dramatic play.* The larger question is inherently economic: Can the United States afford to abandon the training of creative ways of thinking and learning in the hope that these skills will come from some source other than specific training in the arts?"


Has modern American education become so driven by test scores and public policies that we've lost what it means to holistically educate? If so, maybe it's time for a renaissance of sorts. The question, then, is What would a true renaissance in education look like? Add your two cents in the comments.


*Miller, E. & J. Almon. (2009). Crisis in the kindergarten: Why children need to play in school, p. 31. College Park, MD: Alliance for Childhood. Retrieved from http://www.allianceforchildhood.org/sites/allianceforchildhood.org/files/file/kindergarten_report.pdf

Image Source: Neurodegeneration by Sophie Blows, Impington Village College. Various manifestations of life in the brain from DNA to an MRI scan. http://www.endocytosis.org/ImaginingTheBrain/NeuroArt2007/gallery.html