Just Trying To Overcome Dysfunction, Functionally
Hello! Maybe you remember me? I used to blog here a lot but, lately, have been completely radio silent. My excuse? I have none. Not one good reason to explain why every time that I look at my laptop I openly think, “Ugh, not today.” And “not today” has gone on for weeks now. I…
Read more I just called to say…I don’t know. And I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
Yesterday being what it was in our nation’s history, I thought it would be a good time to bring this little personal factoid about myself to the surface. Yes, I am a proud questioner of all things spoon-fed to me by the mainstream media. Do not confuse this admission with the image that you may…
Read more Confession: I am one of those “crazy” conspiracy theorists.
Yesterday, I wrote a post about how the Freshly Pressed gods have never smiled down upon me. You know, a basic, “Why doesn’t anyone love me?”, whine-fest of self-pity. The outpouring of love and support was unreal. Just one response after another about how people love my blog, love the voice of it, and think…
I have contemplated writing this post on more than one occasion. Though I always stop myself, for reasons of decorum, and decide against it. What could I be speaking of? What would cause me to wrinkle my nose and close my laptop for days every single time that I see it? Freshly Pressed will never…
Lately, my usually average stats have been atypically unreal, Facebook shares have been rampant, and I have been getting shout-outs and back links like crazy pants. Without trying to sound too self-absorbed…I really have been feeling the love in the last few months. Like, A LOT a lot. I feel honored and blessed that people…
Now, I know that I am a low-key, laid-back type of mom. Ridiculously so, even. I have this belief, before all of the downloaded ideals that we have to over-parent the business out of our kids, that we all grew up to be just fine. We played in the neighborhood for hours unattended and ran…
Read more Think you are a control freak parent? Read this and feel better about yourself.
Once upon a time, when I was young and stupid and knew nothing of the world, I used to ask my mother on the weekends, “Why don’t you want to have any friends or go out?” It used to boggle my mind that, while I was getting dressed to go to the mall and cruise…
