20 Years On

Screen Shot 2016-05-03 at 9.20.30 PMBreathing quickens.
Pulse pounding in his ears.
He watches the clock tick
And he feels trapped on a glacier
As time stands still.

Lips dry.
Hands wringing.
Gold flashes from his fingers
And his whole head buzzes
Like bees alighting on a fragrant flower.

Everyone tells him
He shouldn’t feel like this.
In his head their scornful cackles echo,
Bouncing against the sides of his skull.
20 years passed like the blink of an eye.

Click.
The tumblers tumble,
Wood scraping against wood as his galloping dog
Races past and skids to a stop
On the linoleum floor.

He smiles.
Eyes sparkling.
His heart o’erflows as his beloved turns the corner.
HIs ears fills with angel-songs of infinite praise
And he thinks: “Another blessed day — she’s home!”

— Frank Andorka, 2016

Musings On The Early Morn

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The jay carries the blue sky on its back,
Flitting from tree to turf,
And singing like no tomorrow
Could ever silence his song of praise.

He watches, enthralled, counting every feather,
Delighting in the beauty of Creation,
And providing each, according to its need,
Without the least bit counting the cost.

I rise, too, to proclaim the glory of
The sun-dipped sidewalk,
The benevolent breeze,
And the sensuous shadow
That follows me, reveling,
In the beauty of the early morn.

— Frank Andorka, 2016

There Goes The Neighborhood

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See that woman up there? She has ruined me. This blunt piece, filled with honesty, integrity and more than a little righteous anger, moved me so much that I am now carrying around a trash bag and picking up trash that finds its way on to the tree lawns of my neighborhood (I live on a cut-through street between two major thoroughfares). DAMN YOU, SALLY MARTIN!

In truth, Sally (who is also my beloved sister-in-law) has been a godsend to my home city of South Euclid, Ohio. She and her team have kept our housing stock in excellent condition and moved aggressively to get rid of slumlords and other miscreants who choose not to keep their houses in excellent condition. She’s a treasure — I hope she sticks around forever (or at least until she runs for mayor, when my friend Mayor Georgine Welo decides to retire). 

Read the column (reprinted here with permission). It’s totally worth it.

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As someone engaged in the 24/7 business of building community in an inner-ring suburb, one thing becomes abundantly clear: when it comes to people’s perceptions, we don’t get a second chance. It’s as if people are waiting for confirmation that we are, as some online commenters like to say, circling the drain. Any report of a theft, an arrest at the supermarket, a group of kids walking home being loud and obnoxious, too much litter on the ground, and it confirms their worst suspicions—“This place is on the decline. Better get out while you can!”

Of course these things happen everywhere. The difference is, when they happen in a more uniformly upscale community, they are outliers—not representative of a negative trend like they are when they happen in a city like ours. Those cities get the benefit of the doubt. We never do.   We’ve learned to accept that everything is harder here. Every victory is hard won. The decks are stacked, and we have to work harder and be more innovative just to keep our heads above water. We can’t work a regular 40-hour week and expect that to be sufficient. We need to attend the block group picnics, answer the emails, texts, and Facebook messages at night and on the weekends, to reassure even the most committed residents that everything will be okay. We drive out to a vacant house on Sunday to get someone to shut off the water that’s pouring from the basement windows. We pull weeds in the park because we don’t have enough staff to handle it. Why does it have to be so hard?

We are the middle class. Just like the rest of middle class America, we are stretched too thin. We wonder how much longer we can hang on. Inner-ring suburbs are the canaries in the coal mine. What happens here happens on a larger scale everywhere. As smaller suburbs, we’re the perfect sample size to spot trends. Predatory lending, mortgage foreclosures, strategic defaults, growing property tax delinquency, bank walkaways—we’ve spotted them here first. Like a mother who knows instinctively that something is wrong with her child, we know these places intimately and we quickly know when something goes amiss.

The frustrating part is that it doesn’t have to be this way. Lots of people thought it was a great idea to keep spending money building roads and infrastructure that would cause cities like ours to hollow out, encouraging those with greater means and the desire for new and bigger housing to move to suburbs further and further out, leaving us with the same infrastructure to maintain with fewer and fewer resources to do it. Since our region doesn’t share equally in these costs, cities bear the burden of maintaining themselves as resources diminish. Taxes go up to compensate, and already squeezed residents find it harder and harder to justify paying more and getting what seems like less.

As sidewalks and roads start to crumble, the naysayers’ negative assumptions get reinforced and more people leave, making it a vicious self-fulfilling prophecy. Soon a suburb that was founded on the American Dream becomes a city of broken dreams. The post-war bungalows that suited our parents’ and grandparents’ generation seem tired, too small, and past their prime–no longer good enough for our young families. Many who remain see little value in improving the homes, and have difficulty finding a lender to help make that happen even if they wanted to invest in improvements. Real-estate agents do little to help, as many tend to reinforce the notion that these homes aren’t worth improving. They advise homeowners that a gourmet kitchen and flagstone patio won’t be investments that can be recouped at resale time.

As our schools shifted in their demographic mix, hitting some unspoken tipping point, many residents lost confidence and expressed it by either moving away or choosing a private school that puts their finances further on tilt—money that could have been invested in the upkeep of their homes or towards their children’s college education. As a result, the demographics of our schools no longer match the demographics of the communities they serve—having become predominately minority and higher poverty. Not surprisingly, state test scores decline and yet another self-fulfilling prophecy is realized. Local media are only too happy to publish school rankings, and sites like Zillow create handy color-coded school rating systems based on dubious metrics that further steer prospective homebuyers to higher-income exurban locations. This is the new face of redlining for our era. What homebuyer who has a choice would choose to move to a school district with a red or yellow rating on Zillow? Even if they have no children, they worry about resale. Those of us with children in these school districts know first-hand that our kids are getting a great education, but these pervasive perceptions affect everyone, hurting the children attending the schools, the faculty, and the community.

After a while the self-esteem of the community falters. We no longer expect anything good to happen. We don’t expect to get a beautiful new retail district or see new homes being built. When those things occur, they are regarded with suspicion. With that kind of negative community narrative, is it any wonder that new residents aren’t attracted to the area? Realtors discreetly (and illegally) tell some house hunters that they “might prefer another area.” So why bother? Why does it matter if another inner-ring suburb goes down the drain?

Nature abhors a monoculture. Just as a field planted with one type of crop is more prone to disease than one with a variety of crops, diversity creates a stronger community. Inner-ring suburbs are, by their nature, diverse, accommodating all people across a  variety of cultures, races, and income levels. When I see our community, I see infinite potential. I’ve seen first-hand how our houses can be transformed into showplaces. When maintained well and attractively improved, our homes sell quickly, many times above their asking price.  I know because of my own family’s experience that our schools are great in spite of the rumors and the decline in state rankings. We have the potential to be amazing, and I hate to see wasted potential.

Because of our central location, we can be almost anywhere in minutes. Great shopping, restaurants, breathtakingly beautiful parks, and healthcare options are within walking distance. We have terrific access to public transportation, eliminating the need to commute to many locations by car. Our housing stock is diverse, well-constructed, and affordable. As one resident likes to say: “We may have a small house, but we have a big life.” Not overspending on housing has allowed them the flexibility to travel widely and live out their dreams. Many of our residents do the same — having paid off their homes, their lives are now their own. They are not living one paycheck away from catastrophe. We are seeing more young professionals moving in as well—student-loan debt makes our affordability very attractive. The key will be retaining them in the years to come.

All of this unrealized potential comes at a high cost. The cost of maintaining infrastructure for a region that keeps sprawling is not sustainable. Hunter Morrison’s extensive research for Vibrant NEO 2040 spells out the risks of not changing course and shows exactly how these negative trends can be reversed by making better policy decisions now. Why not support and maintain what we already have? It’s far more sustainable and cost effective, especially when you consider that one way or another, we will have to support it either by fixing it, or dealing with the aftermath, including shifting tax burdens to outer communities if we don’t. Compounding these sobering trends, the state has taken away sorely needed resources from cities including the Local Government Fund, to add to the state’s “Rainy Day Fund”. We need to let Governor Kasich know that while the sun might be shining at the State House, it’s raining in the inner-ring suburbs.

These policy decisions are critical, and it’s our responsibility to speak loudly to lawmakers about our needs, but the everyday decisions that we make can be just as important. We can maintain and improve our homes with the confidence that values are going to increase, support our schools by sending our children there, and get involved in our community by joining a neighborhood group, volunteering, or even just picking up trash when we see it. Despite of the obstacles, and perhaps because of them, I am more determined than ever to help everyone see the potential of our core suburbs. Inner ring suburbs are truly great and affordable places to call home—we just need to stop sabotaging ourselves and do our part to create the kind of community we want to live in. As urban revitalization strategist Majora Carter says, “You shouldn’t have to leave your neighborhood to live in a better one.”

–Sally Martin

The Problem No One Talks About

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My sister-in-law Sally Martin, the housing manager of my hometown of South Euclid, Ohio, wrote a powerful blog post about sending her children to public schools in an integrated city. It’s one of the most insightful pieces I’ve seen on this subject. I’m reposting here as a public service, with permission.

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When Beth Fry and I started the SEL Experience Project blog our goal was to highlight all the positive outcomes and stories from the South Euclid Lyndhurst School District and to have an “honest” conversation about the rumors and negative perceptions that have resulted in an erosion of support for our schools. The “honest” part is the hard part. It’s hard to talk about race and social class. I don’t feel qualified myself. I’m uncomfortable doing it, yet someone has to try. I’ll start by sharing my family’s story and do my best from there.

In 2001 we moved into our home on South Belvoir in South Euclid. Before long we were hearing negative stories about the schools. We were told that we “couldn’t use the schools”.  At the time our school district had excellent ratings, yet there was so much negative neighbor-to-neighbor talk. Frankly, I didn’t think much about it since our extended family had a long-standing tradition of Catholic education. We just enrolled our son in Catholic school and that was that.

It wasn’t until 2008 when I became South Euclid’s Housing Manager that I began to fully grasp what a high price we were paying as a community because of these negative perceptions. To be sure, our city like many others, was hit hard by the housing crisis. Almost 20% of our housing stock has been in foreclosure. Much of that was a result of predatory lending, but compounding that and predating that, there has been a long and disturbing trend of families moving away in search of “better schools”. During the crisis this occasionally showed up in the form of “strategic defaults”—people who could pay, but decided to stop paying on a mortgage. In some cases, these people purchased other homes elsewhere, then walked away from their South Euclid home. While strategic defaults weren’t widespread, I saw cases I could tie directly to negative school perceptions. In meeting with Realtors, I heard over and over again that the poor reputation of our schools was creating a problem with property sales.

Our homes are selling to young professionals, single folks, and empty nesters, but not to as many families with children. As a result we are seeing a trend of smaller household sizes. Rental properties have increased in South Euclid and other inner-ring suburbs as a result of the glut of bank-owned properties that were sold to investors and because of homeowners who have moved and rented out their homes. Many of these homes are now occupied by lower-income families who use the schools.

As we lost middle class families and more lower income folks began using the schools, we saw a shift in the demographics of our school district. In 12 years, our schools went from being predominantly white to predominantly black. Our school poverty rate increased over 2,400 percent and we became a Title 1 school district, which means that more than 40% of our school population is on free and reduced lunch and our district is eligible for special federal subsidies.

The schools no longer match the demographics of either community they serve. Both South Euclid and Lyndhurst remain predominately white and middle class, although the level of diversity in both cities continues to increase. As a result of the increased poverty levels of the schools, our test scores and state rankings have decreased. It was a self-fulfilling prophesy—as residents convinced each other that the schools were no good and decided to flee, it became clear, based on the ratings, that they had indeed become far worse. Except that they haven’t, and that’s where this gets complicated.

When our son Chris was in eighth grade he announced that he did not want to remain in private school for high school. This came as a shock to my husband and I and I’m embarrassed to admit that we fought him on it. In the end his stubbornness won out and he was enrolled at Brush High School. Little by little we realized that in spite of everything we’d heard, there was absolutely no truth to the negative rumors. Chris loved Brush and received a great education. When he graduated in 2014 he got an impressive scholarship and is now a sophomore at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. The dedicated faculty and outstanding programs continue to exceed our expectations. Our daughter Sarah is now a freshman at Brush after spending eight years in private school. She loves the school, especially the fact that the other students are kind and accepting, something that wasn’t always the case at her former school. On her first day at Brush, the first group of girls she encountered in the cafeteria immediately waved her over and invited her to sit with them for lunch.

Not much has fundamentally changed about the curriculum at the district since it had excellent ratings. District wide, there are over 30 AP and Honors classes, scores of extracurricular offerings, a STEM program, opportunities to earn free college credit while in high school, 58 sports teams, including a gorgeous stadium, and world-class music and art instruction. There’s even a farm to fork program that brings local produce to our cafeterias, and the impressive Excel Tech program, that allows students real world training in over 22 vocations. It’s not a stretch to say that if all of our residents decided to start sending their kids to the district, our rankings would quickly be back to where they were 12 years ago. That’s the frustrating part. Now, we’ve come to the hardest part.

The unspoken but prevailing narrative is that if you’re black and low income, the schools are just fine for you, but if you’re white or middle class, the schools aren’t good enough. There are plenty of code words and phrases that people use to say it, like “the schools have changed”, but what is really being said is that since the schools are predominantly attended by minority students, they must be inferior. I like to think that we’ve come a long way in terms of equality and acceptance in our little community, but this is still a chasm that sometimes feels insurmountable.

Worst of all, the students are aware of the negative things that are being said—they read all those nasty remarks on social media and Cleveland.com. Sarah was told by her former school peers that if she went to Brush she would probably be stabbed and have no friends; that it’s a “ghetto school.” I never thought that something as simple as sending my children to a neighborhood school could be considered an act of defiance, but in way it is. Another private school mother who sent her children to Brush told me her story. She explained that she and her kids took a lot of abuse for using the public school, but that she felt it was the best thing she has ever done for them in terms of preparing them to live in the wider world. Academically, her children have excelled. They received impressive college scholarships and have gone on to seek advanced degrees.

After having worked on our storytelling project for the better part of a year, I can say that one of the most surprising things I have discovered is that our graduates tend to be highly motivated by social justice and by and large want to go out and make the world a better place. Many already have, and we love to tell those stories.   But all this negativity has taken a toll on the morale of our students, faculty, and the community at large. It needs to stop. By far, our school district is one of the largest pieces of our municipal infrastructure. It’s not disposable and neither are our communities.Beth & Sally B&W

Our city is recovering. Due to a lot of hard work and innovation on the part of city staff, we’ve seen over $100 million in residential and commercial investment in our city since 2010. New homes are being built and values are increasing. Unfortunately, our residents are limiting our success. By saying negative things and continuing to feed the destructive narrative about our schools, we are undermining our own property values and perpetuating a cycle that is harming us all and further dividing us. The only way this is going to be solved is the same way it began—by changing our everyday conversations over the backyard fence, at the grocery store, and on social media. Our kids are worth it and our neighborhoods are worth it.

–Sally Martin

Some Thoughts On Being A Christian

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In case you aren’t aware, I became a proud Episcopalian in December. I am also an unabashed intellectual and, in case you hadn’t noticed, a liberal. As such, I often get sometimes good-natured (and other times, not-so-good natured) grief for what some of my friends call “believing in fairy tales.”

I can understand why they feel this way. There are a lot of people who call themselves Christian who sometimes don’t appear to be following the teachings of the man they claim are at the center of their lives.

My good friend, Peter Faass, gave a wonderful sermon on the subject this past weekend. I have reprinted it here with permission. I hope it makes you think — it sure as heck made me think.

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Lent I Sermon

“The Devil Laughs!” 

Sunday, February 14, 2016

The Rev. Peter Faass, Rector

Christ Church, Shaker Heights

Luke 4:1-13

“After his baptism, Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil.”

When we 21st Century Christians hear this story of Jesus’ temptation by the devil in the wilderness, it most likely evokes one of two responses in us.

The first one is to roll our eyes at the mention of the devil, as we conjure up images of a little red man in tights with horns and a pitchfork.  “Other than children, who believes that silliness?” we think dismissively.

The second is to think, “Well sure, Jesus could resist all those highly seductive offers of power, money and worldly dominion because he was the Son of God. But me, well, I’m a mere mortal, weak and subject to temptation. I don’t have his capacity to resist.”

Both thoughts are folly, and both are evidence of just how wily and seductive the power of evil truly is in the world.

Evil – which for the purpose of our understanding is what Satan and the devil represent in the scripture – is an insidious, seductive, relentless force in our lives. Evil is a force that will stop at nothing to gain entry into the hearts and minds of each and every one of us in whatever ways it can muster.  Even Jesus’ success at resisting the devils’ temptations in the wilderness did not deter the devil.  Our passage today closes with these ominous words, “When the devil had finished every test, he departed from him until an opportune time.”  The devil may have failed this first go-around, but he will go back to the drawing board and devise another plan, until he finds the one that works to break us down and make us his.

Being dismissive of the devil and his relentlessness in gaining entry into our souls is folly.  Writing him off as a quaint Halloween caricature is equally as foolish. In both instances, when we do so, he laughs!

As for the “Jesus is God’s Son and I’m not” argument. Well, I would argue that the Jesus we get at this point of his life and ministry is the all too human one. In the Incarnation, Jesus takes on our humanity, which means he is tempted and tested like all of us.  He did this for the sake of knowing, deeply, intimately, that this is what it means to be human.   He did not have some sort of Divine shield that went up – like the shields of the Starship Enterprise when enemies’ approach – to protect him from the temptations being proffered.  In the Letter to the Philippians we are told that Jesus, “who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death.” (Phil. 2:6-8) In other words, yes Jesus was God, but in becoming human he emptied himself of his Divinity so that he was fully human.

So the truth is Jesus was subject to the temptations of the world and of the devil, just as any one of us is.

The key difference is that, as the text tells us, right after his baptism he was “full of the Holy Spirit.” It was the presence of God’s Holy Spirit in him that allowed Jesus to resist the devils’ temptations. But being filled with the Holy Spirit is not unique to Jesus. It’s not a holy inoculation.  Just as the Holy Spirit filled him at his baptism, so she also fills each and every one of us at our baptism.  It isn’t just Jesus who gets the Divine advantage with the fullness of the Spirit, we all do.

Our problem is we forget that . . . or ignore it. In either event when we do forget or ignore the presence of the Spirit already in us, we loose our ability to resist and be protected from the “deceits of the world, flesh and the devil” as we prayed in The Great Litany.

This past week I read a great Blog post by a minster named John Pavlovitz.  His writing offers a profound example of how when we are dismissive of the reality of evil and forget we have the divine presence of the Spirit in us, Satan not only gains hold but is able to wreak great havoc in our lives.  The title of the Blog piece is “Christian, the Reason So Many People are Losing Faith—May Be You.”

The premise of Pavlovitz’s article is that the growing millions of people who have given up on the Christian faith and have become part of those legions of folks who call themselves spiritual but not religious or Nones – people with no specific religious identity – is that we, who call ourselves Christian, have stolen their religion from them.  Pavolitz writes, “They’ve looked at our body of work and found it far less than convincing. For all our loud, flowery talk of a God who is Love, we’ve repeatedly proven ourselves incapable of a worthy demonstration in close proximity—and so away they walk.”

“Far too often, people are abandoning Christianity because they are looking closely at believers like you and me and finding very little light worth moving toward. They are rubbing up against our specific, individual lives, and instead of coming away with the sense that God is real and worth seeking, they are determining that God must be dead or at best irrelevant—and we probably shouldn’t be the least bit surprised.”

“We haven’t arrived here overnight and there are lots of reasons for it, but in America especially, I think we’ve gradually evolved into a nearly Jesus-free Christianity; one that allows us to claim Christ while not being saddled with the annoying burden of living like him in any meaningful way. We get God’s cachet and we get our way, which is how we like it: cheap religion without the costly personal transformation.

If we’re honest, in the course of a given day out there most of us are usually far more interested and invested in winning arguments, proving points, garnering Retweets, and throwing shade than we are reflecting the compassion and humility and dignity of Christ to people in our path. We have so strayed from the plot and so made God in our own nasty image, that we’ve convinced ourselves the best answer to the question, “What Would Jesus Do?”—is be a jackass.”

What delight evil must take in seeing the decline of the Christian faith being caused by those very people who claim to be Christian, as they create a Jesus-free faith! All because we have caved in to Satan’s temptations. What laughter must this evoke when the devil can have us be far more interested in the egoistic, self-serving, mean-spirited endeavors of winning arguments, proving points, garnering Retweets, and throwing shade, rather than emulating the humility and compassion of Jesus, as we ignore the Spirit who dwells within us. How much fuel do we throw on the fires of hell that desire to consume us, when the best answer we can give to “What would Jesus do?” is to be a jackass.

It would be very easy to point at any number of politicians who invoke God and then preach hate, to make this point. But the reality is it’s not just the high profile media hounds that engage in this behavior. It’s to one degree or another, all of us. We are all too quick with snark, all to willing to bully people who disagree, ever thinking of rhetorical touches and comeuppances, all too subject to let partisanship over-rule the Gospel, all too facile in gossip and character assassination.

And with the devil having such power over us, people look at us and say, “If this is Christianity, then I don’t want it.” And Satan laughs.

Pavlovitz states, “’I’ve always contended that the best evangelism is simply to tell people that you’re a Christian and then not be a complete jerk. I believe in faith-sharing through the sermon of a life resembling Jesus.”

It is Lent. This is a time of self-reflection and repentance; a time to make a right beginning of re-newel in our lives to follow Jesus. I invite you in this Holy season to meditate and pray on these questions:

Is the life I am living worth aspiring to; my countenance, my manner, my default condition?

In any significant way, does my faith in Jesus make me different than those without it?

Is my life a witness to the presence of the indwelling Holy Spirit within me?

Do I exhibit – to the best of my ability – the kindness, compassion, forgiveness and love of Jesus, or am I a tool of Satan that has caved, hook, line and sinker into Satan’s seductive temptations?

Am I diligently trying to be a follower of Jesus or have I defaulted to evil’s wiles?

This Lent let’s take a hard look at ourselves in the mirror and ask these questions. And where we are wanting – and we are, all of us – may we pray for God’s guidance that leads to an amendment of life, so that the testimonies of our lives may give witness to the salvation and love of Jesus, to all people.

Only then will Satan be beaten down under our feet.

Only then will this Christian faith of ours become the Jesus Movement that will redeem us, and the world.

Amen.

What Words to Avoid in Your Writing

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by K. Ross

Writing is tricky. Trying to express your meaning clearly can be hard enough, but also making it engaging can be quite the balancing act. As a writer, I’m still working on it, but as an editor, ill-considered or lazy writing jumps off the page at me like a facehugger from Aliens. While much of any writer’s voice is a product of their individual choices, there are a few words everyone needs to be wary of.

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This Post Should Have An Impact On Your Writing

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I’m ashamed to say I forgot one of my favorite books on writing in this post. Patricia T. O’Conner, former editor of The New York Times Book Review wrote a superb book called Woe Is I.

She and I share many of the same pet peeves, and using the word “impact” as a verb is one that’s at the top of my list.

It grates on my nerves that what started as a lazy way for TV sportscasters to pretend they were smarter than they were has become acceptable in everyday speech. Impact is not a verb. Impact is a noun (no matter what Merriam-Webster tries to tell you — shame on you, formerly venerable M-W). The wisdom teeth above are impacted. Impacted wisdom teeth will have an impact on the jaw shape of the poor unfortunate adolescent who allowed his X-rays to be used on Wikipedia under wisdom teeth.

Merriam-Webster compounds its error with this nonsense:

None of those are words, either. Every time I hear someone use “impactful,” it makes me want to scream. I’ve never heard anyone use “impactive,” but it makes my eyes bug out just reading it.

In casual writing, you should use the word “affect” (not “effect,” which is also a noun. My first editor told me I might get to The New York Times, someday, but not until I learned the difference between the two. I’ll address the difference in another post.).

But if “affect” doesn’t meet your needs, try any of these on for size:

Or these:

Or even these:

Just don’t use “impact.” As the incomparable O’Conner, in her own brilliant way, described it:

The kind of person who uses language as a sledgehammer is likely to use “impact” as a verb meaning “affect.” … If you don’t want to give the rest of the world a headache, use “impact” only as a noun.

What I’m Listening To This Morning

My sophomore and junior years in college, I hosted a rock-and-roll morning show under the name “Fast Frankie A.” In honor of those long-gone days, I’ve decided to share, each Friday, what I’m listening to while I walk my dog, do my work or anything else I decide to do. So here’s the first one.

 

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