January 27th, 2018 → 6:45 am
“Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.” – Twelfth Night
The chocolate is on all the shelves and reminders that Valentine’s Day is coming up are everywhere. It’s making me contemplate the nature of the love in my life. We all love differently; we certainly all express it differently. God help us sometimes, for loving too much.
January 19th, 2018 → 6:54 am
“Words are grown so false I am loath to prove reason with them.” – Twelfth Night
You can’t trust what anyone (politicians especially) says anymore.
I mourn the loss of honest words…
Filed under: Blog & Politics/Politicians
January 15th, 2018 → 5:29 am
“The day shall not be up so soon as I
To try the fair adventure of tomorrow.” – King John
A new school semester begins this week. I approach it with eagerness and a sense of adventure!
Filed under: Blog & Other & Self/My Life
January 2nd, 2018 → 5:34 am
“Blessed are the peacemakers on earth.” – Henry VI, Part II
Here’s to a peaceful, happy new year. May we all work to make it one.
December 30th, 2017 → 5:52 am
“Anything that’s mended is but patched.” – Twelfth Night
I have always hated the platitude, “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” It is so patently untrue. If you’re hit by a car and have surgery to your organs, those organs are forever compromised. If you lose a parent when you are young, then you forever lose the bulwark of their protection, guidance, and aid. If you are raped or otherwise abused, you forever-after harbor a fear in the depths of your soul; a crack, that with the right pressure, breaks open and ruins you at the most inconvenient times. You may very well survive your injuries, and, if you are exceptionally lucky, survive without bitterness, but stronger? Never. To believe so is to live beneath a gossamer web of candied ridiculousness. Injuries are patched, often colorfully, even artfully, but definitely patched, mended, bucked up, and held together with but thin layers of hope, prayer, and fortitude. Here’s to my own mosaic wonderfulness!
Filed under: Blog & Other & Self/My Life
December 23rd, 2017 → 12:14 pm
“These clothes are good enough to drink in.” – Twelfth Night
My son’s Black Boys’ Reading Club was over yesterday afternoon. Five boys between the ages of seven and eight all running around my house like crazy children while us mom’s drank wine at the table where the boys were supposed to be reading, and discussed where we get waxed (both geographically, and physically). This morning I woke to discover one remaining bottle of moscato, still nearly full. I looked down at my pajamas, I looked back at the bottle of wine, I looked down at my pajamas again, and then I went to find a clean glass. It’s the holiday season, amiright??
Filed under: Blog & Self/My Life
December 18th, 2017 → 6:51 am
“Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.” – Hamlet
orisons – prayers
It may very well be that the only reason I’m not familiar with the word ‘orison’ is because I am secular. To be honest, I didn’t even really know what ‘fellowship’ was to evangelicals until Kayla Moore used it in describing her ‘Jew’ friends. But I know the word now, and could sure use more of them these days.
December 8th, 2017 → 6:56 pm
“This mortal house I’ll ruin.” – Antony and Cleopatra
I didn’t go to the gym today. I didn’t eat healthy today. I didn’t watch my step.
Sure felt great. 🙂
Filed under: Blog & Self/My Life
December 4th, 2017 → 6:24 am
“Triple-turned whore!” – Antony and Cleopatra
Why is it that when men are mad at women, they call them whores? Antony is supposed to be in love with Cleopatra, and yet still, in a fit of rage, he calls her a whore. Find a better insult already. Get more creative. It’s so dull and exhausting, men always reverting to sex as their go-to form of female disparagement. Can they not think of anything else?
Filed under: Blog & Stupid/Evil People
November 28th, 2017 → 5:55 am
Isabella: “Or with an outstretch’d throat I’ll tell the world aloud what man thou art.”
Angelo: “Who will believe thee, Isabel? My unsoil’d name, the austereness of my life, my vouch against you, and my place i’ the state, will so your accusation overweigh, that you shall stifle in your own report and smell of calumny.” – Measure for Measure
An opinion piece in The New York Times today documents this description of sexual harassment in the play Measure for Measure. Angelo’s little speech ends with, “Say what you can, my false o’erweighs your true.” Ugh. Ick. Blech. Gag. Women have been dealing with this crap for forever. It is truly exhausting.
Filed under: Blog & Other & Stupid/Evil People