Wednesday Wisdom
Sometimes I feel like the set of World Book encyclopedias in my basement – and no, not blue with gold edges. I’m a font of useful information I’m unable to share. At least with the people in my circle. Such is the lot of the parent. Such is the lot of the middle-aged woman. Few want to hear what we have to say. Grammarly asks … Continue reading Wednesday Wisdom
The pub at the end of the week, an off-the-cuff joint.
I have two kiddos in care living in my home right now. My life has suddenly become one of busy schedules and outside demands. I talked about fostering a lot with my counsellor before I committed. We talked about television dreams and reality. On television and in the movies, the terror, trauma, grief, and distress of the children in care are minimized or absent. Imagine … Continue reading The pub at the end of the week, an off-the-cuff joint.
We Judge. We Opine. We Gel.
Is there a difference between judgment and opinion? They seem the same, yet our response to being on the receiving end varies greatly. Nobody loves judgment. We’re not that fond of opinion either, but at least there, we can debate. Judgement rarely offers up a chance for defence. It is presented as a fact carved in stone. Unless you’re sitting in the docket at court. … Continue reading We Judge. We Opine. We Gel.
I hate losing things.
I hate losing things. Even games, though that’s not what this is about. Perhaps all loss is verboten in my brain? I ordered a few things from Amazon the other day. Evil, I know, but it’s so convenient. Hypocrisy will be the death of us. That, and our tendency towards inertia. But I digress. Among the purchases was a Burt’s Bees Lip Crayon. I’ve started … Continue reading I hate losing things.
From Famine to Feast 