Life In Pleasantville
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2016 did not feel like a great year, let’s be honest. It felt like the hits just kept coming, and Facebook was littered with epithets against 2016, asking how much more we were expected to take. As it turned out, a lot. Leonard Cohen, Prince, David Bowie, Muhammad Ali, to name just a few of …
Clicking through the news today I came across this article titled Gangs of Clowns Terrorize Drivers. What fresh hell is this I wondered and clicked on the link. LIKE AN IDIOT. Oh well, misery loves company and I hate being alone, so welcome. Let’s discuss this nightmare of clowns scaring people shall we? It would appear that …
I was eleven when I tried my first cigarette. Eleven. My youngest is eleven now and every time I look at her I can’t imagine a cigarette dangling between her lips. I can only imagine how absurd I must have looked, all 80 lbs of me, lighting up a cigarette. That one act, led to …
My girls love competitive cheerleading. L-O-V-E it. They love the hard work, the dance, the tumbling, the camaraderie and the competition. I love seeing them happy. As a mom, I want them to have a physical activity they love pursuing. Also, as we enter the teen years, I’m happy to keep them busy because there …
When I became a mother I knew the role would require me to fulfill certain tasks, but I never realized how it would be a full-time job keeping my children satiated. Children everywhere around me appeared to be hungry at all times and it was a given that I should prevent my kids from understanding …
Yesterday, when the news came through that explosions had rocked the Boston Marathon, I immediately turned to Twitter to get updates. After all, if you want the news fast and often in first person, Twitter is where you need to be. I read and absorbed as much as I could emotionally handle, sent out a …
One month before she committed suicide, Rehtaeh Parsons posted a picture of herself on Facebook with a quote from Martin Luther King captioning it as such: “In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” And in the end that is exactly what happened for Rehtaeh. …
We live in a society where most of us are attached to our phones. I am guilty of this myself with my hand often holding it for no other reason but to feel the comfort of knowing it’s there I guess. It’s become my fourth appendage, never far, always charged and ready to connect me …
