EOYR= End of Year Rant Favoritism… is something that should be shown for things like foods, colors, vehicles, cities…NOT children or family! All my years, I’ve seen people show favoritism between family members and even their own kids. Hell, my own mother showed favoritism for my younger brother creating an environment of insecurity and uncertainty. I left home at 17 and even though that was more than 30 years ago…that level of insecurity of not being enough sits on my shoulder as a demon speaking words of doubt into my ears. This was the first cycle I swore to break with my own kids. When asked who my favorite is… I answer Nyx (my dog) because I will NEVER pick a favorite nor show favoritism. Each child was treated differently according to what they needed but not once was one given more than another. As a mom of 3 with 4 bonus children… I do the same today as I
Today, I have a guest post featured on fellow Fantasy and Sci-Fi Author Support Group member, Timothy Bateson, blog. The topic…Dark Spirits. Take a moment and check it out and all the other special posts he will have this month! Click the pic!
I see it way too often. Parents not letting their boys play with dolls or their girls play football for the fear of them “turning” gay. I shake my head in annoyance with them. A doll, kitchen set, doctor set, football, or anything else will not influence the sexuality of a child. If that is your fear then I think you have your priorities all out of sorts. I’d be more concerned that my child would grow up to be a drug dealer, a murderer, a rapists, or a person who commits mass shootings. These are the things you should focus on. The sexuality of a child is NOT influenced by the things they play with. I grew up running the woods. Digging in the dirt. Playing football. Wearing boys clothes. I am very much a straight woman. I know men who grew up playing with dolls and cooking sets…they are very much straight. But I’ve committed crimes and so
I know, I know…summer is barely over for 2019 and I’m over here planning next year already. Ya darn skippy I am. Literary Love Savannah is and will be my yearly convention that I attend. So every July I will go home and enjoy a small vacation of books, readers and other authors. For a few days, you can have one on one time with some favorite authors or new to you ones – meet other readers who loves books as much as you and join into a great big family! Each meal is themed and no one knows who is sponsoring which table – so you pick the theme you want and be surprised!
While. the country mourns for the losses from our most recent mass shootings, I see people sending prayers and thoughts. Here is where the unpopular opinion will come in – prayers and thoughts will do no one any good but the person sending them and usually even then its not done. Prayers and thoughts won’t stop the madness infecting our countrymen who think it’s okay to take out their frustrations by pulling triggers and killing people. Prayers and thoughts won’t bring back a single soul who was taken from this world and sent on their next journey. Prayers and thoughts won’t change the laws or the mindset of our politicians. What we need is civil action – NON VIOLENT responses but in your face responses. Want to make a change – think of solutions. Whether you blog about it, write your politicians, have a sit-in, or a rally – get the attention of those who can make the changes by
All my life I had to be very independent and yet now life makes me very dependent on others. In the last few years, that need has grown exponentially. I’ve started having neurological issues and was diagnosed with peripheral neuropathy of both upper and lower limbs. Before that I had had two ankle surgeries to correct issues that has plagued me since I was a teenager. I’ve had more medical surgeries, tests, and appointments in the last four years that I’ve had all my entire life…forty seven years! My mobility is limited. I’m not allowed to lift more than ten pounds which means technically I should never pick up a single one of many grandchildren. I can’t pull or push things that are too heavy as it strains my back that is now (as the doctor describes) a ‘ticking time bomb’ because in the last year and a half my L5-S1 has gone from minor to severe with issues. I
I’m sure you are wondering why I use such vague titles. Well, the shorter the title the shorter the URL. That’s really why! Plus it intrigues people and then they tend to want to see what I’m up to! In relation to my social media life Then… I was very quite about politics and religion on all social media platforms. Kept to sharing basic emotions and nothing too high on the scale of creating a stir. I always felt religion and politics were fire intensive and didn’t want to kick the hornets nest. Now… I post about everything. The whole point about this blog was for readers to get to know me…the real me. The me behind the pages of my work, behind the closed door of my life. To know me is to know my passions and understand why I write the way I do. I’m temperamental, easily triggered (although not as much as even ten years ago), and
When you are finally allowed to be yourself an get complete acceptance its the most amazing feeling ever. Growing up I was always the ‘black sheep’ along with one of my cousins. Her and I were the two outsiders in our family. We didn’t look like anyone in our families and we got worst of the treatments from many of the elders in the family. As adults we’ve worked hard to break the cycles of accepting the difference in our family members and most our children. Acceptance allows the individual to grow with positive self-esteem and allows them to grow into better adults. Remember to always respect the differences of others and accept them for those. Knowing that I am accepted for who I am without reservation gives me strength to show the world, and not hide behind a facade. The more real a person can be the better that person will be.
A lesson I learned in my life is that through all the pain we must discover why life is still precious. At each stage of my life, I did this. It’s the only thing that kept me going to be quite honest. When I tell people the story of my life they ask, how did you stay sane? I only reply, to be honest I have no idea. Three of my kids know about 80% of what I went through and I think that is one of the reason they respect me so much. I took that pain and turned it into love and determination to do better and be better than those before me. I made sure to break as many cycles as I was able to in order to not pass those onto my children. Pain is different for everyone – whether its inflicted from our parents or friends or the one we love…it happens. It’s what we