There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal. -- Toni Morrison This quote by Toni Morrison, one of my favorite, popped up in my Instagram timeline this morning. When I read it, tears … Continue reading I have no words… so I write
In my Humble Opinion
Authentic Voice Project: B is for Belief
The Authentic Voice Project: Week 2 I was near tears already. Angry-sad tears at the current state of affairs in our country and world. So it wasn't with the most gracious heart that I took in the message on the frame around the license plate of the SUV parked in front me: "If you are … Continue reading Authentic Voice Project: B is for Belief
Gaslighting, not just for women anymore
That's not what you saw! That's not what you heard! That is not what I said! Sound familiar, America? Yes, we residents of the United States are being subjected to what is known in the psychological world as gaslighting. Gaslighting is a form of manipulation through persistent denial, misdirection, contradiction, and lying in an attempt … Continue reading Gaslighting, not just for women anymore
This is not a political post, it is a processing of grief
This morning I woke to find that the nightmare developing when I finally went to bed at 1AM, the one where the map turned increasingly red, was real. I immediately broke down sobbing. I haven't really stopped since. My children have never seen me like this; it scared them. I tried to gain control of … Continue reading This is not a political post, it is a processing of grief
Why did the rabbit cross the road?
This is a post written a long time ago. OK, only seven years, but it feels like a lifetime ago that my kids were watching these types of cartoons. My now-almost-3rd grader was just a baby! I'm re-posting because I'm reminding myself that before I wrote for a living I used to write for fun … Continue reading Why did the rabbit cross the road?
Not in Kansas… er, Vermont, Anymore
Ironically, I write so much these days that I don't have time to write. What I mean is, as a freelancer my work hours are taken up with writing for someone else, for money (which is fantastic--a dream come true!). Writing blog posts for fun have had to take a back-burner. But a few years … Continue reading Not in Kansas… er, Vermont, Anymore
Hallelujah!
It would be a stretch to say that all Christmas music is beautiful. Every year when turkey-leftover soup is still very much on the menu and I find myself in a store singing along with some ear-gnawing song, I cringe with self-derision. But the Christmas carols, the ones I have heard and sung since birth, … Continue reading Hallelujah!
Fry-daddies and other down-right scary things
This post is off topic but a necessary rant for me (thanks for listening). I'm not one to promote TV shows or popular culture issues or to insert highly Google-able words just to get readership. If I was in this for high stats I would change my focus - "journaling" isn't exactly a hot SEO. … Continue reading Fry-daddies and other down-right scary things
Driving ourselves to debt (pt 2)
Hello, my name is Joanna, and I am a Shopper.OK, I admit, I'm a shoe whore. I also like to be surrounded by pretty things. I love matching dishes and coordinating bedrooms. I prefer to have the perfect weight jacket for the temperature and the most appropriate mode of transportation for my baby (i.e. sling, … Continue reading Driving ourselves to debt (pt 2)
It’s like, gag me
It's the smell of skunk spray immediately after ejection - sickly sweet.What is that word?Smarmy. "Revealing or marked by a smug, ingratiating, or false earnestness...."Yay, that's it.The videos at the Democratic and Republican National Conventions are just plain smarmy. Obama's was OK, but Clinton's? Lord. I didn't see Palin's, but McCain's was out of control. … Continue reading It’s like, gag me
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