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Control, or Lack Thereof
I’ve taken some classes in the past two years. If my family is reading this they are rolling their eyes because I refer to something in those classes about every 2.7 minutes. In the most recent course Professor Dan Green explained that when we are fearful we often try to control because controlling (or the illusion of it) soothes our inner self. Our insides are chaotic so we try to control the outside.
In addition to people, places and things, I have tried to control God. When things were chaotic and I couldn’t fix them, I tried that disciple-in-the-boat-in-a-storm thing and woke up who seemed to me like a sleeping God. “Can’t you see I’m dying here? Do whatever You do in Your God way to change this. I’m freaking out and You’re chilling out.” What I love about this scenario is, 1. That
…Intervention Mention
Intervention: action taken to improve a situation, especially a medical disorder.
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink… but you can salt his food.
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Wrap Your Head Around It
PRESCRIPTION PAINKILLERS. AFTER THE PAIN, THEY’RE JUST KILLERS. – DoseofRealityWI.Gov
Drug take-back day is this Saturday, April 29th. Click here for drop-off locations: Here for Wisconsin.
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Saks, SWAP, and Sunsets
Ted and I went to New York again last spring because it’s our happy place. My husband would rather light his hair on fire than go to New York on purpose. “You two go and have fun!” he chirps. Walking down 5th Avenue one night I made Te
d stop at the street level Saks windows. Each of the ten sections represented a fragrance line with a different floral theme, all made out of a hard paper. I lingered in astonishment as long as a mom could.
“How does this HAPPEN?” I exclaim to Ted. “How do people think of these things and then do this? The creativity of human beings is jarringly beautiful.”
New York City is awash in human creativity from the Brooklyn Bridge to Williamsburg wall graffiti to our play’s set decoration to the funky outfit combos darling New York girls throw together. When…
Read moreLiar
I have character defects, but lying is not one of them — not intentionally anyway. My mother vetted our toddler-to-teen suspect statements with the very wierd question which she posed with life-and-death seriousness, “Honor bright?” she’d say. I have no idea where that lie detector came from but it said that I would not live to see another day if I broke confidence by my honor not being bright. As hard as I tried I could not take my fib past that guard post. So I didn’t latch on to lying. I can’t do it. 
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