MUTILATING MY EMOTIONS
I am constantly mutilating my emotions. I pick them apart as if they are on trial for a heinous murder. Many times I sit looking at their remains and think… ok now that I know where you came from I can do better. Sometimes I will look at all the pieces staring up at me…
TO THE WELL-INTENTIONED BUT IGNORANT PARENTS OF TEENAGERS
My guest blogger today posted this several weeks ago when I was looking for people to help me with this educational series on Social Media. I would like to expand the audience of this post to the parents of tweens as well. Social media is already part of the curriculum for many 4th and 5th…
LEAVE IT TO BEAVER KILLED THE MAGIC
It was bound to happen eventually. “Mom?” I was getting ready for a party when my 9 year old sauntered in slowly trying not to smile as if she had a secret. “I know you don’t want me to grow up so fast but…” she said as she tried to contain what seemed like embarrassment. …
A E I O U & …
My husband texted me the following sentence this morning,”You’re having punctuation issues lately. Even in some of your blog posts (yes, I actually look at most of them).” First, I was surprised he read my blog posts but then offended he noticed errors in a blog and didn’t let me know. I am admittedly…
AN EMOTIONAL PLAYGROUND
When all my emotions have been shared I usually sit and mourn their loss. Many times I sit with the negative emotions far longer than is healthy. I never learned the art of emotional stability. Our emotions are hard enough to categorize much less convey with the mere use of words. Often the words just…
HASTYWORDS 