You say tomato I say tomahto

Mike thinks that picture is cute and says "attitude." I'm fairly certain it screams "I am a tired old witch wearing a sombrero because I left my pointy hat at home and feel absolutely naked without it." I am quite certain that anyone that is honest and a true friend will agree with me.

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Jason and Kenna said…

All I'm saying is Sigorny Weaver at her finest!

August 15, 2009 at 12:48 AM

2018 and Another Go!

For almost three years I have been thinking how very sad it is that I hadn't continued to keep a journal of our family activities. No more deployment letters and emails to Mike, no more family blog to keep grandparents and aunts and uncles connected to our family. Nothing but printed off monthly calendars saved in a file somewhere. I guess our family blog died a slow death when we lived in Washington and we were seeing everyone all of the time. It just was not important to keep everyone informed. They were right there with us. I did not stop, in all the chaos, to think how very important the blog might be to me, or to my children. I have often thought of the cute pictures and quotes we had saved on our family blog. I thought of the interviews I did with the kiddos, and how grateful I was that, somewhere, on a dusty webpage, those beautiful faces, those funny antics, still existed. I have checked to make sure the blog still existed fr...

November 7, 2020, My Beautiful and Wise Daughter, Jane. I can breathe again. I won't be going to bed with my stomach in knots and my whole body feeling tight. I won’t be listening to a President who gains momentum by tearing others down. I won’t be going to sleep worrying that my children won’t have clean water to drink or clean air to breathe. I won’t be going to sleep thinking about the horrific experiences of children being torn from their mother’s and father’s arms because they were seeking refuge. I won’t be living in fear of the rapidly-growing racist attitudes and prejudice—that someday harm would come upon my baby that I have now and my future children. That my sister and my cousin and others that I love won’t be stripped of their rights and feel like they are any less of a human being than the rest of us. If this election wasn’t going to change anything for you and if you didn’t see the harm that Trump was causing, that is great and I’m sincerely glad that you have that p...

National Coming Out Day, October 11, 2020

Her hands. That is what I remember most about the night my daughter came out. The twisting, the uncontrolled trembling, the clenching and the unclenching of those long white fingers. My precious, terrified daughter, ashamed, her eyes never quite reaching mine, as she “confessed” to me that she was gay. This, despite never having acted on her feelings. This, knowing how much we loved and supported our nephew, and one of her closest friends. This, because of all she had heard and been taught. This, is where my journey to truly understand began, the sleepless nights, the prayers, the research, the shifting of so much that I thought I knew. Every day I am grateful for this beautiful soul in my life. If my Sadie has to live bravely, every day, to love and to be her true self, as her mother, so do I. What you don’t realize right away, is that at some point parents come out too. What is the message that they give to their chil...

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