I established eye contact with him, like a substitute teacher would with a classroom bully, and said with no particular enthusiasm, “Hey, uh, see those people behind you? They were in line first.” Keep reading!
Activism is defined as the effort to promote, impede, or direct social, political, economic, or environmental change, or stasis. I’ve only ever touched on the notion of activism as it pertains to family politics. You know, picketing my own living room to break up the injustice of one child dominating the television show selection process for “like, FOREVER, mom!” or passing out flyers in front Keep reading!
Aftermath of the Ferguson protests two weeks later Even though our school started two weeks ago, I have already signed up for parent/teacher conferences for my twin 5th Graders. My, how time flies. The children of Ferguson finally started school today because the unrest in their neighborhood made it unsafe to do so. I remember the desperation as a single parent scrambling Keep reading!
Ferguson protests: A view from the street I was anxious all day knowing that I would drive to the Ferguson protests with my 10 YO son after he got out of school yesterday. Devlin remembers when we got up very early one cold day in February 2012 to face off with the Westboro Baptist Church’s protest of the acceptance of Keep reading!
Despite the fact that I spent the weekend in St. Louis, I was figuratively as far away from the happenings in Ferguson as one could get. A long-time friend was visiting and she treated me to a ridiculously indulgent spa day at the Four Seasons in downtown St. Louis. I would be hard-pressed to have been at a venue more divergent Keep reading!
Dear Guy at the gym who asked me if I had a boob job: I’m barely awake. Did you really just ask me that? What? Why, yes, the carpet does match the drapes. I can’t believe I just answered that question. I guess I was so stunned that I rewarded your unbelievably rude question with a response that didn’t involve me Keep reading!
Sometimes I use bad grammar. I can barely tolerate the shame. I put myself out there on The Internets, and The Internets have spoken. The Grammar Nazi has proclaimed, “NO SOUP FOR YOU!” Is it coincidence (or is it irony? I think it’s irony! I’m so paranoid to hit publish post I could scream!) that I have violated Weird Al Keep reading!
Holy crap! I just got an email from a friend from high school I barely know who needs my help! She needs me to SEND MONEY NOW! No matter that I wouldn’t know her if she spit on me right now, but old ties are deep, even from people you wouldn’t recognize if your life depended on it. Turns out Keep reading!
What do you write a blog post about when you can’t think of anything you want to write? Completely uninspired. Bored with my normal topics. I’m not sure what the problem is. I mean other than the obvious writer’s block. I’m not feeling lazy. In fact, I’m hellbent to publish a post today, just to spite myself, or maybe to Keep reading!
Tweaked-out Meth Head Have you seen the video of the tweaked-out meth head at Wal-mart? More to the point, have you seen yourself in the video of the tweaked-out meth head? Have you have ever yelled at the cell phone ringing in your pocket when you knew who was calling and you didn’t have the right answer they wanted to Keep reading!