This past week, I was sicker than I’ve been in years! Thus, not a lot of posting action, I know. Here’s hoping for much better health in the coming weeks! In the meantime: It’s been weeks since I read it, but I am still processing my thoughts on this article about girls who shoplift for…
I complained to my dad about something the other week, and he snapped at me: “to whom much is given, much is expected.” He was telling me, basically, to shove it. He reminded me, in so few words, that I can spend my life complaining that I haven’t been given more, or I can actually…
Lots of people – lots of non-black, well-intentioned people – are heartbroken by recent news for Louisiana, Minnesota, and Texas. They think about racism and police brutality and how awful and senseless the deaths of young men like Philando Castile and Alton Sterling are. Their deaths were senseless, but if you really want to help,…
The other day, a guy I know made a comment. He’d been at the beach (one of the regular, public beaches here) and there were some ladies sunbathing topless. “I was happy they were comfortable.” he explained for my benefit, as though he hadn’t ogled. So generous of him, right? I stopped myself from gagging:…
Years ago, I received some excellent advice. Like any can-do young person, I’d taken all the odd jobs that came my way. If I saw something at work that needed doing, I’d do it – no complaints. I worked long hours, I held down the fort. I made improvements, I took on extra tasks. I…
I get frustrated, a lot. And easily. Someone told me recently that maturity – real, true maturity – is a combination of three aspects. Truthfully, I think this is oversimplified, but for the purposes of this post, it will do. The aspects: 1. Ability to formulate and achieve goals (Delayed Satisfaction) 2. Impulse Control 3. Acceptance…
My husband and his mother were standing next to each other the other day, and something in their stances, their proportions: it hit me. “Oh, that’s where he gets that from.” I see this in my own family, in babies. That six-month-old has her father’s eyes, my sister has my mother’s mouth, another sister has…
Welcome to British Columbia Domestic violence as a precusor to mass shootings. The link is strong. On marital weight gain: “Forget the “Fasting Diet.” It sounds like the “Maybe We Should Constantly Be Threatening Each Other With Divorce Diet” really does the trick.” Made me laugh: when your dad decides enough, it’s time for you…
Yesterday, I read a story by Junot Diaz in the New Yorker – the line: “The half-life of love is forever” caught me. Beautiful, right? It made me think about how grief lingers, what it’s like to lose your lover, or someone else. How years later, it’s still with you. The story was also published in…
Earlier tonight, a song I liked came on the radio while I parked the car. I sat and listened until it finished. That doesn’t happen to me very often, but when it does, I think it’s one of life’s great pleasures – when you can sit alone somewhere and listen to a whole song, in…
