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March 21, 2012
Effects of Aging
I can't be sure, exactly, but I think I suffered the ill-spoken of malady of forty-something year-old women, the unmerciful hot flash. I've always heard that hot flashes can happen at any time, anywhere, and that they are entirely uncomfortable. What I experienced fits those criteria.
It happened when I was walking from my car to the door of the grocery store. I'd been to a DAR meeting and decided to grab a few things before going home. I was wearing a skirt that hits just above the knees, strappy wedges, and a 3/4-sleeve blouse with shirring through the bodice, an outfit I adore.
Dropping my keys into my purse, I looked up to meet eyes with a man in his mid-thirties walking in the opposite direction. I'm not ashamed to say, by the way, that his approving appraisal did a lot for my ego and sent a shiver of I'm-still-pretty down my spine.
Naturally, the shiver caused me to straighten my posture
. . . which unfortunately caused my right foot to errantly step on a stray rock,
. . . which resulted in my right heel slipping off of the tall wedge sandal,
. . . which sent me wobbling through a clumsy adjustment to catch my balance.
The man, very gentlemanly jumped into action. He grabbed me by the elbow to assist me onto the curb, then asked, "Ma'am, are you alright?"
That's when it happened. Sixty seconds prior I was hot, and then - FLASH - I wasn't anymore. I was ma'am to a thirty-something year-old. And very uncomfortable.
It happened when I was walking from my car to the door of the grocery store. I'd been to a DAR meeting and decided to grab a few things before going home. I was wearing a skirt that hits just above the knees, strappy wedges, and a 3/4-sleeve blouse with shirring through the bodice, an outfit I adore.
Dropping my keys into my purse, I looked up to meet eyes with a man in his mid-thirties walking in the opposite direction. I'm not ashamed to say, by the way, that his approving appraisal did a lot for my ego and sent a shiver of I'm-still-pretty down my spine.
Naturally, the shiver caused me to straighten my posture
. . . which unfortunately caused my right foot to errantly step on a stray rock,
. . . which resulted in my right heel slipping off of the tall wedge sandal,
. . . which sent me wobbling through a clumsy adjustment to catch my balance.
The man, very gentlemanly jumped into action. He grabbed me by the elbow to assist me onto the curb, then asked, "Ma'am, are you alright?"
That's when it happened. Sixty seconds prior I was hot, and then - FLASH - I wasn't anymore. I was ma'am to a thirty-something year-old. And very uncomfortable.
March 7, 2012
Enough is As Good As a Feast
So, Monday I was doing the evening Bible reading with my children. The passage we shared was the well-known one about the loaves and fishes. Jesus and his disciples faced the daunting task of feeding the thousands of people who had come to hear Jesus speak, to spend time in His presence. Just like my children and me in our reading of the account, they were seeking truths, understanding, knowledge, guidance.
Anyway, our tradition in what my children have dubbed "Hall Time," because we meet for the activity in the large hallway between our bedrooms, is for each person to take a turn explaining what he or she gained or learned from the Bible reading. On Monday, the kids talked of Jesus performing a miracle, the importance of following Jesus, and the necessity of faith; all excellent commentary on the passage.
When my turn came around, I was hit by a sudden epiphany; a very simple message that I had missed so many times before, but that is quite salient in these lean economic years. And it hinges on what Jesus did before He performed the miracle of feeding the five thousand with only five loaves and two fishes.
He gave thanks. He did not despair in the critical shortage of food, but instead thanked His Father for what little He had. I concentrated on that singular, often overlooked detail. He thanked God, then He fed the masses.
It is when we dwell on all that we are deprived of that we starve, that we feel empty, that we hunger, that we feel want. When we thank God for what we have, we always have enough. And enough is as good as a feast.
Anyway, our tradition in what my children have dubbed "Hall Time," because we meet for the activity in the large hallway between our bedrooms, is for each person to take a turn explaining what he or she gained or learned from the Bible reading. On Monday, the kids talked of Jesus performing a miracle, the importance of following Jesus, and the necessity of faith; all excellent commentary on the passage.
When my turn came around, I was hit by a sudden epiphany; a very simple message that I had missed so many times before, but that is quite salient in these lean economic years. And it hinges on what Jesus did before He performed the miracle of feeding the five thousand with only five loaves and two fishes.
He gave thanks. He did not despair in the critical shortage of food, but instead thanked His Father for what little He had. I concentrated on that singular, often overlooked detail. He thanked God, then He fed the masses.
It is when we dwell on all that we are deprived of that we starve, that we feel empty, that we hunger, that we feel want. When we thank God for what we have, we always have enough. And enough is as good as a feast.
February 27, 2012
The Living Embalmed
At first I thought maybe the producers were pulling a well-timed Weekend at Bernie's gag for the American public's entertainment. But then I detected Billy Crystal's eyes moving voluntarily. I got up close to my television screen and watched without blinking so I could be sure it wasn't my imagination. And I saw it! His lips move slightly.
Billy Crystal was apparently trapped somewhere inside his own body, only able to project his voice. It was like he was in one those bad dreams where the dreamer tries and tries to take action or yell out but is inexplicably paralyzed. He wanted to make the audience laugh, but he was powerless to move a muscle to match his facial expressions to his punchlines.
I do believe Billy Crystal has gone overboard on the Botox. Maybe he ordered a DIY kit on-line to do some self-administered touch-up before the Academy Awards. Or he got mixed up with one of those Hollywood hucksters promising to preserve youthful appearance. Or he's pre-planned and pre-paid his funeral and decided to go ahead and collect on the embalming.
Billy Crystal was apparently trapped somewhere inside his own body, only able to project his voice. It was like he was in one those bad dreams where the dreamer tries and tries to take action or yell out but is inexplicably paralyzed. He wanted to make the audience laugh, but he was powerless to move a muscle to match his facial expressions to his punchlines.
I do believe Billy Crystal has gone overboard on the Botox. Maybe he ordered a DIY kit on-line to do some self-administered touch-up before the Academy Awards. Or he got mixed up with one of those Hollywood hucksters promising to preserve youthful appearance. Or he's pre-planned and pre-paid his funeral and decided to go ahead and collect on the embalming.
February 22, 2012
The Dream is Over
When a 10 year-old arrives at the breakfast table unable to eat bacon, one of the essential four food groups - the other three being butter, chocolate and spirits - it might be time to quit talking politics. Election years, with constant campaign commercials, poll reports, automated phone intrusions, and solicitations for funds take a toll on us all. The pandering and propaganda exhaust otherwise hardy Americans and beat weaker ones into postures of submission and ignorance. Why should we not expect politics to also affect the innocent bystanders, the children?
And if someone refuses bacon, it's a clear sign that she's in need of an intervention. So I put her through the rigors of intense questioning, beginning with, "If you aren't going to eat your bacon, can I have it?"
But what she told me next was chilling indeed. She had a dream last night. She dreamed the government seized our house and took all of our food. Not bad guys, not the bogey man, not the characters in most kids' worst nightmares, but our government.
Because the government took our house and our food, we all grew very, very hungry, prompting her resourceful father to declare, "We're eating the cat." Despite the child's protestations, impotent as they always are in nightmares, we did. That meal did not satiate us, though; I suppose the cat didn't amount to much meat shared among six people.
In the dream her father's anxiety over our plight escalated to unimaginable proportions. In desperation and fear of starvation, he announced that we had to eat our dog. Naturally, this distressed the child and stimulated thrashing and screaming and vociferous dissent.
We ate the dog anyway; everyone except the dreamer herself who elected to go hungry in opposition.
"It's okay," I comforted her, between bites of her bacon. "The dream is over." Saying the words, however, sent apprehensive tingles down my spine.
And if someone refuses bacon, it's a clear sign that she's in need of an intervention. So I put her through the rigors of intense questioning, beginning with, "If you aren't going to eat your bacon, can I have it?"
But what she told me next was chilling indeed. She had a dream last night. She dreamed the government seized our house and took all of our food. Not bad guys, not the bogey man, not the characters in most kids' worst nightmares, but our government.
Because the government took our house and our food, we all grew very, very hungry, prompting her resourceful father to declare, "We're eating the cat." Despite the child's protestations, impotent as they always are in nightmares, we did. That meal did not satiate us, though; I suppose the cat didn't amount to much meat shared among six people.
In the dream her father's anxiety over our plight escalated to unimaginable proportions. In desperation and fear of starvation, he announced that we had to eat our dog. Naturally, this distressed the child and stimulated thrashing and screaming and vociferous dissent.
We ate the dog anyway; everyone except the dreamer herself who elected to go hungry in opposition.
"It's okay," I comforted her, between bites of her bacon. "The dream is over." Saying the words, however, sent apprehensive tingles down my spine.
February 9, 2012
The Cat Got My Tongue
At a recent speaking engagement, I shared a short excerpt from my book,
If Mama Don't Laugh, It Ain't Funny
. The video camera didn't capture audio well, so turn up your speakers:
February 2, 2012
2012 April A to Z Blog Challenge
Registration for the 2012 April A to Z Blog Challenge opened on January 30th, and as of yesterday when I signed up there were already over 400 bloggers committed to the annual challenge.
The A to Z Challenge is not for the faint of heart. Lots of bloggers dropped by the wayside last year as the month wore on and they realized they'd taken on more than they could do. It's tough. It's rigorous. But it is oh so much fun!
Last year I blogged through an alphabet of literary devices, giving explanations of each, examples from literature, and then my own example. Each day, my own demonstration of the use of the literary device du jour built on a story thread that ran from A to Z. All of this resulted in a Kindle book:
Though I have been pondering the A to Z Challenge, dare I say, since November, I still have not decided how to approach it this year. I've got lots of ideas bumping around upstairs, though, and by March 31st, one will filter down through my fingertips and poise itself to enter the blogosphere.
Meanwhile, I'm stocking up on snacks and survival supplies.
Think you're ready for the challenge? Sign up today!
The A to Z Challenge is not for the faint of heart. Lots of bloggers dropped by the wayside last year as the month wore on and they realized they'd taken on more than they could do. It's tough. It's rigorous. But it is oh so much fun!
Last year I blogged through an alphabet of literary devices, giving explanations of each, examples from literature, and then my own example. Each day, my own demonstration of the use of the literary device du jour built on a story thread that ran from A to Z. All of this resulted in a Kindle book:
Though I have been pondering the A to Z Challenge, dare I say, since November, I still have not decided how to approach it this year. I've got lots of ideas bumping around upstairs, though, and by March 31st, one will filter down through my fingertips and poise itself to enter the blogosphere.
Meanwhile, I'm stocking up on snacks and survival supplies.
Think you're ready for the challenge? Sign up today!
February 1, 2012
Valentine's Day Duress
Okay guys. It's February 1st. Today is the day you start orchestrating the pre-Valentine's Day break-up. It must be complete by February 13th to avoid romantic let-down. Be gentle about it, though, because you're going to want to get back together until the day before her birthday.
For those of you who can stomach neither Valentine's Day nor a garish break-up to avoid the issue, some ideas to help you get it right this year:
1) Chocolates and diamonds never fail to please. Do note the emphasis on and.
2) A self-composed love poem from the heart, included in the box with the chocolates and diamonds, will melt her.
3) A live quartet harmonizing Love Me Tender or The Way You Look Tonight, while you present your precious with the package containing the self-composed poem stashed with the chocolates and diamonds, will really wow her.
If you're not all-in on the chocolates and diamonds, however, it'd be best for you to find a way to "take time off" or "see other people" or "slow things down" or "figure some things out" for Valentine's Day.
For those of you who can stomach neither Valentine's Day nor a garish break-up to avoid the issue, some ideas to help you get it right this year:
1) Chocolates and diamonds never fail to please. Do note the emphasis on and.
2) A self-composed love poem from the heart, included in the box with the chocolates and diamonds, will melt her.
3) A live quartet harmonizing Love Me Tender or The Way You Look Tonight, while you present your precious with the package containing the self-composed poem stashed with the chocolates and diamonds, will really wow her.
If you're not all-in on the chocolates and diamonds, however, it'd be best for you to find a way to "take time off" or "see other people" or "slow things down" or "figure some things out" for Valentine's Day.
January 31, 2012
A to Z Blog Challenge 2011
Thank you to everyone who visited my blog, left comments, gave encouragement and/or helped implement the 2011 A to Z Blog Challenge. It tapped my creativity. It became a mental obstacle course. I loved every minute of it and I've already been pondering how I'll approach it this year.
The A to Z Challenge is a great way to make connections across the web. And my first year of participation resulted in a book: ABC Book of Literary Devices . The Kindle version is up and running. The print version is in the proofing process.
For a very affordable price ($0.99 for the digital version, $5.95 for the print version, which provides workbook space), it guides users to becoming a better writer in 26 days. Not only that, but they also have a short story to show for their efforts at the end. For each letter of the alphabet, a literary device is presented with a definition in simple terms, an example from published literature and an author example. Plus space is provided for the reader/writer to practice.
The ABC Book of Literary Devices is an excellent tool for individual writers looking to improve their craft or for classroom language arts/English teachers to use with students.
Thank you to all of the 2011 A to Zers. I couldn't have done it without you.
The A to Z Challenge is a great way to make connections across the web. And my first year of participation resulted in a book: ABC Book of Literary Devices . The Kindle version is up and running. The print version is in the proofing process.
For a very affordable price ($0.99 for the digital version, $5.95 for the print version, which provides workbook space), it guides users to becoming a better writer in 26 days. Not only that, but they also have a short story to show for their efforts at the end. For each letter of the alphabet, a literary device is presented with a definition in simple terms, an example from published literature and an author example. Plus space is provided for the reader/writer to practice.
The ABC Book of Literary Devices is an excellent tool for individual writers looking to improve their craft or for classroom language arts/English teachers to use with students.
Thank you to all of the 2011 A to Zers. I couldn't have done it without you.
January 30, 2012
The Meat Department
Have you ever visited the meat department in a rural grocery store? In this video from a recent speaking engagement, I share a story from my book,
If Mama Don't Laugh, It Ain't Funny
, about my husband and his fascination with the IGA meat selection.
January 27, 2012
It Lives!
She exhales her last warm breath and alas I am alone in the cold. Lost. Shivering. Unable to type due to the stiffness fearlessly arresting my fingers. It's hard being the one left behind.
Rest in peace, dear friend. I shall never know a constant companion more faithful than thee my sweet space heater.
Lo, what is this? My eldest child, finding her prostrate on the floor, hath restored warm breath to her lungs and by all accounts resuscitated her. Were he not of my own flesh, I would cry sorcery. But I know he hath no knowledge of potions and spells; otherwise he would have a better grade in Spanish. Thus, it can only be said that he performeth a miracle today.
Wouldst thou, dear child, feel free to perform a miracle in Spanish?
Rest in peace, dear friend. I shall never know a constant companion more faithful than thee my sweet space heater.
Lo, what is this? My eldest child, finding her prostrate on the floor, hath restored warm breath to her lungs and by all accounts resuscitated her. Were he not of my own flesh, I would cry sorcery. But I know he hath no knowledge of potions and spells; otherwise he would have a better grade in Spanish. Thus, it can only be said that he performeth a miracle today.
Wouldst thou, dear child, feel free to perform a miracle in Spanish?
