It’s an unfortunate reality that mental illness and neuro-developmental conditions are often much less respected and validated than physical illnesses for the simple reason that they can’t be seen or diagnosed with a screening or a blood test. However, what many people don’t realize is that these “invisible” disabilities can be as debilitating as physical […]
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Yesterday, I published an essay titled “Asimov’s Empire, Asimov’s Wall” on the website Public Books, in which I discuss Isaac Asimov’s history of groping and engaging in other forms of unwanted touching with women at conventions, in the workplace, and in private over the course of many decades. It’s a piece that I’ve had in […]
I work the afternoon shift at our local hospital and don’t usually go to sleep until around 3am. My husband of 1 year, on the other hand, is usually in bed by 9pm. I awoke this morning at the barely tolerable time of 10:30 am, shuffled downstairs to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal. My husband, who had been up for several hours by now, was singing made-up songs to our cats like freaking Snow White and exercising with his kettle bell. “Want to go for a walk?” he asked, all chipper. I squinted at him through the hair hanging in my face, clutching the gallon of milk. “What did I tell you about asking me to do stuff when I’ve just woke up?” He looked at me like he was a puppy I had just kicked and wandered off into the living room. I instantly felt guilty for talking to him like that, but, dammit, I am not a morning person! Just two days earlier I had, once I was ready for coherent speech, gently explained to him that he needs to let me wake up and adjust to full conciousness before asking me to do things, otherwise the answer is going to be no. I never feel like doing anything when I first wake up. So, he HAD been warned. He spent the next hour tiptoeing around me, muttering comments about being fearful of a stabbing. *eyeroll* I ate my cereal in front of the TV, watching those damn energetic Olympians doing their thing, then wandered upstairs to get dressed for a walk.
By the way, this was my husband’s Facebook status earlier:
“Would you like to go for a walk on this beautiful, warm, sunny February day in in Ohio”
“Ask me a question like that again before I’ve been out of bed for two hours and I will feast on your soul and the souls of your ancestors.!”
“Ok , I guess that means no.”
Damn right!
This morning, as I was perusing through my Facebook timeline, I happened upon an article that a lovely friend shared. It was entitled “24 Things Women Should Stop Wearing After Age 30”, and it triggered Maximum Eye-Rolling from everyone who took the time out to read it.
Written by Kallie Provencher for RantChic.com, this “article” (I use the term loosely) highlighted things such as “leopard print”, “graphic tees”, and “short dresses” (because “By this age, women should know it’s always better to leave something to the imagination”). Kallie, it seems, has a number of opinions on what women over 30 should and shouldn’t be doing, having also penned “30 Things Women Over 30 Shouldn’t Own” and “20 Pictures Women Over 30 Need To Stop Posting Online”. (What is this magical post-30 land where women are suddenly not allowed to do or own so many things?!)
Motivated by Kallie’s “article”, I decided…
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One tiny action can make such a difference in another person’s life.
People really can make a difference. Here are just a few examples:
The man who gave the shoes off his feet to this homeless girl.
Source: oddstuffmagazine.com
This motorist that stopped to help an old man pass safely.
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This barber, who offers haircuts for the price of a single hug.
Source: boredomtherapy.com
This police officer who handcuffed himself to a woman to make sure she knew she’d have to take him with her.
Source: boredomtherapy.com
The many people who helped make this boy’s dream come true.
This dog owner who mourned by giving.
Source: boredomtherapy.com
This store employee who gives extra service.
Source: boredomtherapy.com
The person who decided to put new tires on a stranger’s car just because he needed it.
Source: fb-troublemakers.com
The crowd who decided a fan should be able to watch the show, no matter what.
Source: boredomtherapy.com
This dry cleaning place that helps the…
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The Jane Yellowrock series by Faith Hunter is one of my favorite urban fantasy series of all time; right up there with Jim Butcher‘s Harry Dresden and Patricia Brigg’s Mercy Thompson books. The latest book, Black Arts, is scheduled for release January 7, 2014. *squee!*
Below is the author’s sneak peek at Jane’s newest adventure.
Jane Yellowrock is a shape-shifting skinwalker who always takes care of her own—no matter the cost….
When Evan Trueblood blows into town looking for his wife, Molly, he’s convinced that she came to see her best friend, Jane. But it seems like the witch made it to New Orleans and then disappeared without a trace.
Jane is ready to do whatever it takes to find her friend. Her desperate search leads her deep into a web of black magic and betrayal and into the dark history between vampires and witches. But the closer she draws to Molly, the closer she draws to a new enemy—one who is stranger and more powerful than any she has ever faced
Although I still think Star Trek has always been pretty demeaning in it’s portrayal of women, (miniskirts in space- really??) I agree with the author that we have lost much of the morality and intellect of the original series. The latest movie in the franchise, Into Darkness, seemed more like a video game than a movie in spots. I certainly hope they get a different director, add some depth to the characters and improve the storyline for the next movie. That being said, I have always been a Trekkie and will continue to be one until the franchise has lost all semblance of the values and creativity of the original series.
Brain freeze from homemade, hand-churned ice cream is the best kind of brain freeze. 🙂
It’s sad when you find out that the love you thought was “it” was nothing but a temporary thing and you are left feeling like 1/2 of a mismatched pair of socks, with no sense of belonging or purpose in being together.
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