We’ll start with the north and south poles—those who read lots of blogs and those who read almost none at all. By their request and my own, we are keeping the names of specific blogs out of it. Enjoy. ***** Ms. 99/41 is my friend Anita Yoder, also a blog writer. She initially commented— I read […]
Confession: After much reflection on this topic of blogging, I have concluded that the only way forward is for me to stop altogether. Thanks to everyone for allowing a good time to be had by all. Sorry. That was my April Foolish attempt at a lame joke. But I trust anyway that you’ll find the
Today is my two-year birthday of blogging! I suppose I should call it an anniversary, but that sounds matrimonial and I’d rather think of Confessions as my kiddo, not my spouse. Go make me proud, little blog. But no, I will not promise to live with thee in peace until death do us part. The
You guys had good thoughts. Thank you! Renee asked an excellent question (“What do you hope Facebook could be for you that it wasn’t before?”) and Cheryl described most clearly the qualms I felt myself when I was in it. Here is why I hated facebook: Competition You can slant yourself any way you like,
Confession: I’m thinking of joining facebook. Or perhaps I should say rejoining facebook. I had an active account for a year or more, and then suddenly realized I hated it and quit cold turkey. (I still have lung damage.) I heard some wise ladies say last summer that instead of standing back from the “river”
What Anita did looked so fun I decided to try it too. Here’s the template if you want to join the party. Based on the beautiful poem “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon. ***** I am from hot suppers and homegrown cabbage and children in and out of doors. I am from the ancient gray
Confession: I am very fond of yellow lights. I mean traffic lights, of course, the ones that come between green and red. I like yellow lights. Red lights are annoying because you have to brake so hard, you know; and green are tricky because you can’t actually look at them as you approach or they’ll
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Confession: I often think it would be fun to comment anonymously on my own blog. Don’t you just really think a lot of bloggers want to do this? And how do you know we don’t?? Maybe I am doing it already and you don’t know it. Maybe I am WelcomeHomeKatya and Not the Boss and
Confession: I can see the inside of my mind. Do you believe me? It’s really true. There’s a little desk where my consciousness sits at the head of the room, facing low double shelves containing rows and rows of manila folders packed with information. There are unseen helpers that manage all the folders under my
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Confession: It’s a good thing I joked about coming off antidepressant meds while I still could—while it was fuzzy and funny. I wasn’t laughing two weeks later. I thought I was losing my mind. But I’d rather not think about that so much now—only say hence, six blog posts in three weeks. I can’t write when