Spring is springing, even though here in Iowa we are in the ugliest time of the entire year. I got stuck behind a street sweeper yesterday, and could not believe the amount of dirt, salt, grime and blech it was throwing into the air. Winter sure looks pretty with it’s pristine white blankie, but underneath […]
My patience is waning for women who side with the Patriarchy when it comes to equal pay and rape culture. “Why do we have a women’s day? When is men’s day?” Well, if you are white and male every frickin’ day, really, but officially it’s November 19th. “If women want equal pay then they should
I keep meeting kids that have these labels, you know the ones: bi-polar, social anxiety, ADHD, autism, depression, schizophrenia, PTSD, and all of the blendings and flavors around and between. In fact, nearly every person under 35 that I have met in as long as I can remember has been diagnosed with some version of
I’ve been drawing the Temperance card in practically all of my morning Tarot check-ins. Oh, sure, I’ve been a big believer in moderation being for monks, and sometimes you have to have too much to know where enough really is and all that rot – and it hasn’t really served me all that well, to
My heart broke again a few days ago when I saw the news about yet another school shooting. And then I got extremely pissed when I saw a chart showing one of my state’s senators as having accepted over $3 million in money from the NRA. My teeth are clenching right now. I am doubly
I had a really interesting chat with a friend recently, who brought up the idea that sometimes, self-destructive things can push you past being stuck where you don’t want to be. Not necessarily in the “you have to hit rock bottom before you can start to climb up” kind of way, though sadly there are
Creativity is frequently a lonely proposition. Many of us tend to slip away in order to have time to ourselves to be who we most truly are. Few people get to share this part of us. In my life, there have been a mere handful of people who ever got to witness or participate in
As children, we spend a lot of time pretending to be other people. It’s how we figure out how the world works. We start by pretending to be mommy or daddy. Then we expand to the grocer, the doctor, firefighters, police, nurses, veterinarians, schoolteachers, and rockstars. As we get older, our worldview expands, and we include more
My house is a fekkin disaster area. Pretty much all the time. And apparently I like it that way, because if I didn’t I would do something about it. I have a lot of interests, and not quite enough house for them all to fit into nicely. It has ever been thus. Michael also has
Several people around me are writing songs, composing music, writing poetry, much of it seemingly spontaneous, and I’m . . . not. A wee little part of me leftover from decades ago is just a bit rattled, because creativity is part of my identity, part of who I believe I am. If I’m not creating,
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