Worth Reading — 10.26.16

A random collection of articles, blog posts, books, and other things I think are worth sharing.

Well….looks like we got a “bitches” theme going on here today, eh?

The New York Times: Learning from Dogs As they Sniff Out Their World

Washington Post: Nasty Women Have So Much Work to Do  (LOL! Creative & fun read, especially for Halloween season)

Outside Magazine: How Dogs Laugh With You, Not At You (Love this! I was a big cat person (I still am) and not much of a dog person…until we got Sam…and now I get it).

“Dogs exult in the world itself. No matter if your neighborhood is interesting or not, your dog will want to go out in it. This is a godsend for human beings, most of whom would otherwise vanish into their screens.”

The Daily Beast: Trump Finally Pissed Off the Wrong Woman. All of Them.

“Women voting for Hillary Clinton don’t f$%^ing care if you like it. They don’t care if men like Trump think they’re such nasty women. In the booth, removed from what shards of sexism remain in the modern world, women are allowed to be indifferent to Trump’s standards as they please.

On November 8, there’s nothing men like Donald Trump can do about the fact that women don’t care what men think nearly as much as men think they should. To women who are just realizing this, the feeling must be intoxicating. To men like Trump, it must be terrifying.”

Three things — 10.20.16

Things I’m loving this week

Canada. Oh, Canada…we love you, too. Thank god for friendly neighbors, eh? I hate hugging, but…I would hug all of Canada right now if I could. I think I should move there. They are my people. If only it weren’t so damn cold there.  (Side note: it just occurred to me that Canada may prove my theory that heat makes people mean.)


Peak leaf season. My photo doesn’t even begin to do this landscape justice. A storm was rolling in (hence the “blah” sky) and I shot it from my car as I was driving 45 m.p.h., so… But…suffice to say we are absolutely surrounded by amazing scenery right now. Look up…look around….appreciate it because it doesn’t last long.


Supermoon. The sun and trees get all the glory in autumn, but the moon’s been putting on quite a big show this week, too.

Things I’m not loving this week


Campfires. I swear it doesn’t matter where I sit, smoke from any fire follows me and burns my eyes, throat and forces me to shower at 10 p.m. at night. Also, there’s not enough light to read, so….booooorrringggg.

Shorter days. It’s dark by, like, 7:15 p.m., which cuts deeply into my ability to get anything done outside after work….like gardening, or decorating for Halloween (pfft…forget it now), or walking the dog without risking our lives.





Worth Reading — 10.19.16

A random collection of articles, blog posts, books, and other things I think are worth sharing.

Outside Magazine: What Todd Orr’s Mauling Teaches Us About Bear Attacks (Um….holy crap. If you’re the queasy type, maybe don’t click on the video link…egads).

Little things: Chilling 1800s House Was Built By Ghosts And Contains Doors That Lead To Nowhere (Fascinating…and a little sad, too.)

New York Times: The Perpetual Panic of American Parenthood

“While Nordic citizens often don’t realize how good they have it, Americans seem not to realize how terribly they are being treated.”

Daily Beast: The Women of America Thank You Donald.

“Trump’s public statements and behavior show that some men really do view women as objects for personal pleasure or derision, nothing in between. In this world view, women are sexy or useless, objects of lust or disgust, Melanias or Rosie O’Donnells. Softened versions of this tragic dichotomy confront women every day of their lives. Here it is, guys. Here is exactly the thing women complain about, and it’s running for president on a major party ticket. It has the support of 40 percent of the electorate, give or take. Do you believe sexism exists now?”

Laurenisms: Wasted

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A little set-up: I recently upgraded Lauren’s texting phone from Verizon (paying $40 a month fora texting phone) to a Smartphone at Cricket (Free phone, $30 a month unlimited everything), but I’ve yet to give her the phone because she’s missing a lot of homework assignments. So, yeah, I’m holding the phone hostage ….or dangling it like a carrot…whatever….a mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do.

Anyway…occasionally, I let her play with it for an hour or so in evenings, hoping it might motivate her to get her work done so she can have the phone. Nope…it’s not really working. She may never get the phone, but…anyway…this morning:

Lauren: Mom, what do do with my phone that’s in your work bag all day?

Me: Nothing. I  just leave it in there.

Lauren: You should take it out and play Pokemon Go on it.

Me: I’m working at work.

Lauren: You can’t tell me you never take breaks.

Me: I don’t even know what Pokemon is.

Lauren: A smartphone is kinda wasted on you, mom.



Just Write 145 ~ Here’s your sign, ladies

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I have to drive down a busy rural road every weekday after work to pick up my 15-year-old daughter at XC practice. Week by week, day by day, more and more Trump signs have appeared. Gigantic billboard-like Trump signs (don’t we have ordinances about the size of political signs?) are everywhere and every time I see another one, I die a little more inside.

I was certain some of those signs would disappear after last Friday’s release of the disgusting and vile comments Donald made about sexually assaulting women.  Surely there are women living in those houses. Surely some of those people have daughters. Surely some of those people are outraged enough at his behavior. Surely there are Christians in some of those houses.

To my utter dismay and terror, even more signs appeared.

My own neighbor has one. I liked them. They have a daughter — a recent college graduate tall and beautiful — just the kind of girl that Donald would feel entitled to fondle without her consent. And, yet, that sign is still there…in their yard…showing their support for a xenophobic, tax-evading, draft-dodging, racist, misogynistic, sexual predator.

These signs I’m surrounded by have forced me to realized a brutal truth: There is more than an undercurrent of misogyny and racism in this country, there’s a whole deep, dirty sea of it.

And it’s been there all this time…right under our noses, brewing and hiding in people we know, people who live right next door to us, people whose businesses we support, people who are nice to our faces, people who’ve been to our houses, people who go to church every single Sunday and sit there….listening to message of love and forgiveness and compassion. The hypocrisy is maddening. What would their Jesus think?

As I drive, I try to ignore the signs. Because that’s what we women always do — ignore the signs. I try to shut them out of my peripheral vision. I try to narrow my focus to only the car immediately in front of me. I keep my head up and try to appreciate the clouds and blue sky and the landscape rich with autumn color.

But I know the signs are there. I know hatred is all around me. And, I don’t have a clue what to do about it or how to protect myself or my daughters from a country that reduces us down to nothing but a body. Flesh and bones. Breasts and butts. Hair and teeth.

It’s humiliating and it’s hurtful and it’s deeply disturbing.

My cheeks are red and burning as I write this.

I could go on, but I can’t possibly say it any better than Michelle Obama did in 28 minutes in New Hampshire:

“It doesn’t matter what party you belong to — Democrat, Republican, independent — no woman deserves to be treated this way. None of us deserves this kind of abuse.”


About Just Write: Just Write is my adaptation of free writing, a technique in which a person writes continuously and quickly without little regard for spelling, grammar, or topic. It helps writers overcome blocks of apathy and explore everything from meaningful topics to mundane observations with the same effort and without the pressure of crafting perfect prose. I just start writing.

“What ends up revealing itself when free writing is that everything has meaning. That is a magnificent gift of writing. If we write from a free heart-gut place, our souls start speaking.”