While the writing goals I had at the beginning of 2015 kinda went by the wayside, as did my blog here, I had so much to celebrate. Here’s something I shared on FaceBook. 2015 was the BEST year of my life. Why? I was taking care of myself: — Did yoga and got in cardio…
Note to self: Next time, use HANDLE to grab soldering iron. Strike that. Next time, no soldering iron.
Hug your own babies, or grandbabies, or nephews and nieces and consider what a blessing it is that we have our health (mostly), and wonderful people we love in this crazy world.
Be kind. The next time some jerk cuts you off in traffic, consider the possibility that they may be rushing to the bedside of a very sick loved one. If you have a surly teenager in your classroom, consider that she may be in trouble, rather than a troublemaker.
When it comes to rape myths, that battle is already won, or almost won, at least in SoCal. As I walked around downtown LA with my “No Shaming This Slut” Slutwalk sign, people asked about it, and everyone nodded their heads in agreement, that of course no one deserves to be raped because of what they are wearing. (There may be a few troglodytes who still feel differently, but they are also the tinfoil hat kind who believe we faked the Moon landing, so, whatevs.)
Sorry for the long absence, but I’ve been all tied up. Literally. Besides the day job and lotsa doctor appointments to deal with the cancer thing (more on that, below), I’ve been taking workshops and attending events. Bondage and Meditation. Yes, it’s a thing. It has been a sensual, peaceful, wonderful way to connect with…