What’s Happening To Our Kids & Who’s To Blame? — Uggg, Millenials, right? Those kids, those young people born between 1981 and 1996. Entitled, self-important, whiny, and preachy without ever having had a hard day in their precious lives. Shut up already! Except….no. We need to look at the generation that came after Gen X (the greatest generation ever!) …

Silent Cries, Ignored And I’m Pissed! — One thing I’ve never been is a whiner. I’ve also never let fear rule me. However, that’s been changing. It changed slowly at first, but recently, it’s become full-on fear. I live in a city filled with natural beauty. There are a plethora of parks, nature conservation areas, walking and…

Go Away Already, You’re Not Fooling Anyone! — So there seems to be a new thing happening on Medium. it goes like this, you take your time to read and comment on a writer’s work. Then you get a notification like this:

The Older I Get, The More I Like Them — I’ve recently developed a love for hats. Strange considering I was raised at a time when hats were considered old-fashioned and totally not cool. Well, except for that 5 minutes in 88/89 when berets were cool. I got one. It was burgundy (a Raspberry Beret, get it?): I wore…

And I Look Super Cute In Them — So, Keeley Schroder wants to know if I have an adult onesie and when I wear it: May Mania: Another Month of Writing Prompts for Those Crazy Enough To Accept The Challenge It’s not just writing, it’s communitymedium.com Short answer, yes. I have two, the unicorn pictured above and a Snoopy one:

Because Normal’s For Suckers! — What kind of person plays Trivial Pursuit with her husband, and in the process of kicking his ass tells him he needs to put his thinking cap on? Most people probably. It’s a common phrase. How many people go to the kitchen drawer, grab the tin foil, and quickly fashion…

Celebrating Birth, Adoption & Acceptance — I’m not the type to want a fuss made over me. I myself am uncomfortable with gifts and ostentatious displays of affection or esteem. This Mother’s Day, I got exactly what I wanted. A kind acknowledgment from my boys who are spread all across the country.

Depression+C-PTSD+ Autism+Insomnia = Bad Friend — Another beautiful sunny day. I should be thrilled. I’m not. I feel like shit. I made plans with friends. We were going to take our dogs out on a hike to a trail about 90 minutes away. Our dogs are brothers, actual littermates. They play together every week.

Because I Can — The other day, well, more like a week ago, I went shopping with my son. We enjoy browsing around the thrift and second-hand shops together for books, board games, clothing, whatever. He’s inherited my thrifty gene. …