“It’s good that he is quiet, because that means he is thinking. When smart people aren’t ruled or overpowered by their emotions, they can think, and they can solve the problem. That’s a good thing, unless you’re the problem.” While he’s thinking, she’s remembering. When they’re raging, the problems that “can’t be solved” multiply. Inspired... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
In the face of death and tragedy, it is normal to cling to the idea of life, joy, and happiness. The problem arises, though, because most people do not want to accept that none of these things can be held on to. It is an awful and sobering reality to see people merely going to... Continue Reading →
So I can listen to the crickets better on a chilly night. So I can stop listening to the rumination that is as effective and draining as punching water to smooth it. So I can remind myself that I have yet to think my way out of a single problem So I can appreciate the... Continue Reading →
Continued from Yesterday... Depending on your answer on how you parent yourself, I have determined I am a hypocrite and I am objectively logical in raising my children, and subjectively irrational to myself. 1 of the complex types refuses to follow any rules. I've always been that stubborn, "I'll do it my way". I don't... Continue Reading →
Admittedly, I had started yoga on a journey to grow my ass. I am surrounded by friends who have luscious ba-donk-a-donks, and I am "cursed!" with a pancake ass. One day, I realized, though, that my ass is a muscle. Were I to work on that muscle, I would grow my butt. I have photographs... Continue Reading →