Yet Another Way to Give

Okay, now that I’ve gotten the Johnson Venom (as Woody calls it – funny, because I am probably the only venomous Johnson in my family, and I am only a Johnson by marriage) out of the way for the day, I post this link to The Pioneer Woman’s blog. She is donating ten cents to […]

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Dear Pat Robertson

“I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.” Matthew 25:40 I guess you missed this line. Yes. Yes, i did just bust out the scripture. I saw it on my friend Melanie’s blog, Big Mama, along with a discussion of the […]

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Purple-Haired, Angst-Ridden Dogwood Girl

I so wish this post included a photograph. I just realized that I still get a sick enjoyment out of thinking about the twisted up feeling of being twenty years old and purple-haired, all heartbroken and angry and listening to that guitar in Nirvana’s “Aneurysm.” Not sure what that’s all about. I was just editing […]

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Happy Place

I don’t mind the weather I’ve got scarves and caps and sweaters I’ve got long johns under slacks for blustery days I think that it’s brainless to assume That making changes to your window’s view Will give a new perspective So, yeah, the anxiety is getting me down, and I feel like I’m in a […]

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Anxiety and Other Goings-On

Things we’ve been up to. . . Bad news first: I think I am having anxiety problems. I have no idea what is causing it, other than that I haven’t been working out. This is a new one for me. I bet it will clear up when I get more exercise. Anyone else have this […]

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Peace and Joy and Stinky Polyester Santa Suits

One of the great things about being an adult at Christmas is seeing pictures like this one of my nephew. Pictures of babies bawling on Santa’s lap.  Nothing says, “Peace and Joy” like children terrified of creepy guys in smelly old polyester santa suits!?? I didn’t have time to fool around with resizing the photo […]

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My Brain Hurts

What has been keeping me up at night . . . You swear to uphold something, or stand by someone, or support something. It turns out that the thing or person is not at all what it/he/she purported itself to be. You are at the end of your rope, physically and mentally, but you promised, […]

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A Real and Present Parent

I often beat myself up as a parent. I don’t have the patience, or I raise my voice. I don’t deal with a crisis in the best manner, and I do it in front of my children. I feed them something easy instead of something healthy. I feed them fast food twice in one week. […]

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Because It Makes Me Feel Better

So, my sister married a Gator. I have not really forgiven her, but I have moved past the pain. Florida beat Georgia again. Did I say I moved past the pain? I lied. That is why, when my nephew comes over, wearing a damn Florida blue outfit with Gator orange socks, (which, incidentally, is the […]

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Pussy Parenting

This is a great read from The New Yorker. Too many experts instruct adults to act like a piano whose soft pedal is permanently pressed down. It’s possible to find something sinister in the effort to hide half your emotional spectrum from your children. Sometimes it might be a good thing for a kid to […]

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