Putting Things in Context

My life is constantly bombarded with headline news, vast amounts of social information that’s hard to process, my own embedded perceptions from personal life experience, and books and art I can’t often comprehend. There’s so much information coming at me all the time it’s hard to determine what I should let in and what I should throw in the crapper. As a chronic over thinker, this vast amount of information lands in my head, filling it with  simple and complex thoughts and ideas I rarely understand how to navigate. For the most part, I store the ideas, pulling them out...

Divorce – It’s What I Know

Divorce is a hard to talk and write about. I’ve tried – many times. Then I let it go and give up. Then I come back to it as writing about the experience helps me navigate the why’s,  what if’s, and what went wrong’s. Then I let it go again as I move on with my life. But I always come back to this topic. Unfortunately, it’s what I know. I’ve unsuccessfully tried to write about divorce in fun and humorous ways. I’ve learned that humorous divorces are far and few between. I’ve looked for happy divorce blogs and while...

Politics of Immigration

I was raised by Ronald Reagan Republicans, whatever that means. I don’t remember specific political conversations until I was in college but the demeanor of my parents spoke more words than their language. If you slept in, you were lazy. Saturday chores weren’t an option. When you’re old enough to work, get a job and there are copious amounts of chores around the house. There’s no point in spending good money on frivolous clothes or cars. Don’t sit in front of the Boob Tube, your brain will melt, go outside and play. In my family, we worked. College wasn’t an...

Loving to Hate My Body

Like many people, I’ve had a love hate relationship with my body most of my life. As a child, my body was a mode of transportation, its movement synchronized to the demands of my immature mind. I didn’t give my body any thought as it efficiently and effectively carried my head and limbs to soccer, dance, school and wherever else my parents insisted I go. My teen years were filled with sports and copious amounts of time spent outdoors. My body a vessel, propelling me to experience all life had to offer. It wasn’t until I started high school that...

What to do When you Fight with a Friend.

My daughter texted me the other day to tell me she was sad. “Why? Life?” I texted back. “I feel like I don’t have a best friend” she replied.  The problem was, that over the past year, she and her best friend had some disagreements on matters of boys and life. I’m not exactly sure what happened. Probably the same stuff that most of us experience with friends. The ups and downs of getting to know someone. As we age/grow, we change. All of us do unless there is a boulder on our heads and we live underground. In this...

Weaving A Life

Weaving, like life, is a process. The complexities and interconnectedness of the yarn mirroring the path we choose to take through life. When young our ideas spring from the thoughts of our parents. But as we age, ideas become our own, initially grounded in the beliefs of our teachers. Sometimes ideas are vague and swirl in our heads with no concrete visions or ways to accomplish them. Often these ideas stay in our heads, fear of failure or confusion about enacting the idea never allowing this idea to come to fruition. Some ideas can be intricate, full of detail and...

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