Lions Eat Zebras, Unless The Zebras Can Guess Their Names. Or Something Like That. Jerks.

There is no Disney version of Rumpelstiltskin.   Probably it’s because most of the characters are jerks, and the plot is driven mainly by the quandary of who can out-jerk the other jerks. It’s also one of my preschooler’s favorite stories as of late. ...more

I Made Her Because I Love Her

A young lady I once knew gave me this poem.  She was a college student and for various reasons she was going through a particularly rough time....more

For the love of coffee

I had my first cup of coffee when I was probably 13. It was loaded with cream, and had more sugar than should be consumed in a 24 hour period. But it gave me a powerful surge of energy. And it was how I realized that I loved coffee. I experimented with my coffee palate some over my teen years....more

Thank you Denise!more

DAY TWO: Seven Days of Wisdom for Mothers

Susan Cahill writes in the Introduction to her anthology Wise Women: “Perhaps because it has been women’s task throughout history ‘to go on believing in life when there was almost no hope,’ in the words of Margaret Mead, women have sought and cultivated the goods of the spirit out of a practical need for meaning” (1996, p. xv). “The attention of your Soul will wax and wane like the Moon itself,” the Mother assured her Daughter. “Do not disdain one state or the other. To experience both is what is meant by Fullness of Being.”...more

I did it, mama.

She was sitting at the island in the kitchen, the speckled teal formica* even with her collar bone, a sandwich and juice in front of her, a sister on each side. She had called for my attention and so I put the bread knife down and said, “What is it sweetie?” and she looked at me quietly. I smiled, she paused a beat, then smiled....more

Donating My Hair: What Have I Done?

I’m an expert at going against the flow. I will not be one of them. Every other girl at my high school has long, straightened hair. When they walk by, you can smell the crispy, burnt ends. Sort of like a campfire. Not really. Campfires smell good. ...more

I love the honesty and the way your words described that moment. I felt as if I was lying on ...more

You've Got to be Kidding!

Awhile ago a friend related a story that disturbed me a bit.  She told me that her children were always competing and that her son asked her which grandchild she thought was smarter.  Her response to him: "You've got to be kidding!"  At the time I thought it was an appropriate blow-off of a provocative question.  But, most likely, underlying that question were feelings that needed to be explored - and it might have presented an opportunity to do just that....more

I'm in a [I don't work a corporate job] Style Slump

Will someone please nominate me for What Not to Wear?...more

Oh honey, you can still be sexy with curves, you just have to redfine and refine. You body, it ...more

Getting Boring

Tuesday, March 22, 2011 Getting Boring I'm going to try and not write anything about Daddy, hips, or construction on this post.  It is getting boring, even for me, so I choose to write about something else.  Here we go...hmmm, well, this may be hard as that is all my life has been lately. Oh, B&B are celebrating their 3rd wedding anniversary!  ...more

21 Days of Compliments – Day 14

              Today is Day 14 of the 21 Days of Compliments challenge. Day 14! Can you believe I’ve made it this far? I am over half way into this challenge. I have to admit, it is only with the help of everyone around me that I have been able to accomplish this feat....more