Women. You glorious, gorgeous complex beings of humanity. Lately, when I think about [W]omen & [w]omen, and to a large extent, Feminism & Womanism — altho’ as much as I am able to read Feminist and Womanist texts, and pieces of journalism from women who don’t identify as such — I don’t always compartmentalize my readings thusly. When I do think about the aforementioned ‘categories,’ I think about an inexhaustible subject that is never without seeming controversy. There is controversy, if you will, largely because I identify as a Woman, but also because women folk are everywhere—in colour, in size,…. [ Read More ]
As evidenced in my [many] un/sent letters to Oprah, President Obama, the makers of Lays Potato Chips, both print and online newspapers, in addition to the comment section of the various blogs I fancy, let’s just say for argument’s sake, that I am prone to rather large pronouncements. If I “love” you, I love you with my whole heart, if I simply “like” you, I like the best about you, and if through my extra-sensory scorpion receptors, I “sense” that you don’t “like” me [we Scorps are extra-feely, extra passion-y types], well then, I feel no ways about reciprocating that…. [ Read More ]
I LOVE reading a good read. For me it goes without saying, except that I’m gonna say it. What constitues a good read for me is something that is well-written, engaging, informative and beautifully executed in a way that speaks to my sensibilities and inclinations. Since joining the Blogosphere, albeit somewhat “late” in the game, I’ve had the great fortune to find a few gems that have captured and retained my interest in ways that I had not previously imagined. I think that when you are busy in your own world trying to make relevance of your own life, you…. [ Read More ]
Embrace the Chaos Or Become a Mom Who Blogs. There’s a party in my head and I need to turn down the music except I can’t find the remote. Mostly it’s due to the cluster of fascinating guests, party favours and delicious eats and drinks that seem to hold sway over and above the desire to leave the festivities at a reasonable hour. Thing is, I am TIRED, y’all. And hallejulah it’s Wednesday. Which really means nothing in the grand scheming schwing of my current life, but I do recall a time when Wednesday meant “hump-day,” and a few short…. [ Read More ]
Find Your [Housewife] Bliss. As I write this I am utterly and desperately OVERWHELMED. I am also prone to a bit of hyperbole, so this feeling is nothing newish. There is so much I want to write about, but I can’t seem to give myself the breathing space in which to do it. There are changes that I want to make to the navigational aspect of my blog, but I can’t seem to find the breathing space in which to do it. And there are important discussions of which I’d like to be a part, but I can’t seem to…. [ Read More ]
