I’ve loved lilacs ever since I was a child swinging on our old rusty swing set next to a lilac bush in the back yard. I dreamed of having my own when I grew up. Except, when I did grow up, I moved to Florida where lilac bushes don’t grow.
What if you had information that could save people? What if you took that information to the media, but they switched it around to make it sound like your information was dangerous instead of life-saving? You might ask, why would anyone want to keep away life-saving information from the public? That’s what I’d like to know, too, and it’s why I always research everything I’m told.
Allow me to give an example.
I’m a little bummed and disappointed this week. Well, I should say first that I’m grateful my family and I are well. Also grateful my husband still has his job, but that may be reevaluated if we don’t get back to work by the end of this month. We’ll cross that bridge if we have to.For now, I’ve been introspecting…wondering how I could’ve done something differently.
Do people understand that what they say or do has consequences? Do they get the concept that for every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction?
How many people do you know that are able to humble themselves enough to admit when they’re wrong?
What kinds of situations are there where someone might be wrong?
If you’re old enough, you may remember the Frank Sinatra song, It Was A Very Good Year. I only know it because my dad was a huge Sinatra fan. He used to play his music in the car on 8-track all the time. I remember this was one of the few crooner songs I didn’t mind him playing. The melancholy melody moved me.
Side note: I’m a rocker, so my dad and I clashed when it came to music.
I mention this line of the song, because I’ve been thinking about what it was like to be a teenager. Do you remember? Were you insecure or secure? Were you a rebel? How did you feel inside? Were you confident or unsure? Scared or brave? Naïve or street smart? Happy or lonely?
I’ve noticed lots of people dropping off from blogging lately. Not posting or visiting. During the month of August, my blog has dropped in traffic immensely. Maybe people are out there and active enjoying their last summer month. Maybe they’ve stopped blogging altogether.
Media pushes buttons
Setting tempers ablaze
To remain neutral and kind
Is hard these days
Where are we as a people
Do we really know
Do we want to hurt each other
Or is the vitriol just a show
Am I living in a movie
Where society has gone wrong
Please tell me we’re being fooled
that humans are really caring and strong
by L. Virelli
I recently discovered Twitter. Yeah, I know, I’m late to the party. But boy, I thought Facebook was bad with the vitriol. I found Twitter even worse!
The day after Memorial Day and for the rest of that week, I became scarce online. Do you know why? It was my wedding anniversary and we went to check out a cascade.
Have you ever met anyone online that became a good friend? If you’re a blogger, I’m guessing you probably have.
Blogging is so much better than facebook and twitter, at least for me. I’m not a fan of expressing myself in 140 characters, nor do I care for tons of propaganda on a wall. I like to interact both in person and through some internet venues like this one. I enjoy having people comment and making friends. I especially like having this safe place where we can go without feeling torn apart, but can find things to relate to one another. Continue reading “Making Friends”
I’m pleased to say that I’ve been writing and editing again. So, this isn’t going to be one of my longer, philosophical posts. Well, maybe . . . because I seem to get easily distracted. I don’t have A.D.D. in regular life, so what the heck happens when I’m writing?
Am I the only author that does this?
I don’t make a lot of trips to the mall (not a shopper), but I had to get something there recently. As I sauntered from Panera Bread to JC Penney, I found myself in the land of zombies!
I just crossed my three year blog anniversary over Christmas. When I first started, I was shocked at how much I enjoyed it and became addicted! Over time, many of my wonderful blogging friends took breaks from the blog world (some left altogether). Even though I missed them, I blogged all the more. I rarely can pull myself away from typing out blog drafts and visiting other blogs. I mean, what if I miss something awesome?
When I first started this blog, I did a series in January and February of 2012 about why I don’t fit into society. It turned out to be three different reasons, and three blog posts about why I’m a freak.
Recently, I discovered another reason why I’m a freak, and I know just about everyone will agree.
<(48-year-old me being a freak)
Recently, my writer’s group had a meeting to discuss publishing and marketing. We had one of our cherished members who is an experienced indie author share tips with us. She opened the meeting with what she said was the most important advice to pass along …