Miley Cyrus became the talk of America for her “twerking”” at the MTV awards last year. I did not watch the show, and yet have seen the oh so famous jig, simply because of the in your face, everywhere publicity it immediately gained. The more provocative, the more attention you will win it seems. I recently read… Continue reading Bindi Irwin, Please Fight For My Daughter
I still remember the very first boy crush who was so bold as to grab my hand. His was sweaty, clammy, and a bit bony, but I was okay with that. Crush after crush I found, hand after hand I touched, and yet never has one been so perfect as yours. To hold your hand… Continue reading Someone Much Bigger to Hold My Hand
Life: it seems it has become a race car way of living. We go from this place to that, run this errand and that one, this project, this job, this volunteer stop, this function, this class, this sporting event. . . Even in the moments of actually sitting, my children are playing, and there I… Continue reading Rebelling Against the Busy, iPhone-y Way of Living
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