Long ago I decided to openly share my political leanings on my blog and business website. Mainly because […]
Anti-Semitism is on the rise. The series of attacks and incidents taking place almost daily over the last […]
A post on the Facebook group Pantsuit Nation made me cry this morning. It was by a young […]
When I tell the story of my career path I often use the image of a mosaic. I […]
I am privileged to have some really smart friends who often write things I wish I had said […]
As Women’s History month drifts to a close I feel like we are running in place with once […]
The power to define yourself rather than allowing society to define you by your gender or sexuality is […]
Many years ago when I was studying Ancient Greek we used a primer about a farmer and his […]
Labels are important. They tell you whats inside the can, they list the ingredients and they warn about […]
There has been a lot of discussion lately about poverty in the US both because of the 50th […]
I was rummaging around in envelopes of old photos when I came across one of me ironing when […]
When I was a kid there was a cartoon called “Hillbilly Bears.” One character, instead of swearing, would say something like “Fricka fracka, mika mack!” That how I feel about Gov. Kasich’s Medicare expansion shenanigans.
It seems like whenever I wonder what they are teaching my daughter in school I activate some cosmic response that makes sure I know. The lesson she learned last week was a refresher from previous years. It is called Random Acts of Authority.
Random Acts of Authority is an essential part of the core curriculum that prepares your child for life in the “real world.” It works like this. A teacher, security guard, office worker, lunch aide – anyone who is not a student – chooses a rule that is rarely if ever enforced and slaps it down on a kid. It has to be random, and for no discernible reason, or the lesson is useless and has to be administered again at a later date.
July is turning into a brutally hard month for blog writing. Too many competing writing projects means ranting stays (mostly) in my head rather than in my blog.
I overheard something last night that is driving me to my keyboard. At my exercise class – Fit! Fusion! Fun! – one woman was telling another about how she might treat her headache. Helpful woman was going on about neti pots and herbal supplements and how Dr. Oz just had this on his show last week. The headache woman asked ‘Who is Dr. Oz?’.
Once again I am behind the curve with current events. I recently listened to a show interviewing a […]