Rose-colored Glass, Cracked – Part 3

(If you haven't read the two posts leading up to this one, you can do so here and here.  If you don't feel like doing it, here's the summary:At the age of 42, I got ready to take a week-long intensive glassblowing class at the Pittsburgh Glass Center after having studied and loved glassblowing since I was 10.  It was going to involve 15-hour days and lots of learning, exhaustion and sweat.  The end.)My week in Pittsburgh at PGC was exactly what I'd expected.  Almost.When I say it was … [Read more...]

Rose-colored Glass, Part 2

I did not cry.  I only teared up once on the car ride...when "Our House" by CSNY came on the iPod, because it's what I sing Leo at bedtime and he loves it.  (Though it hurts my feelings, he likes the CSNY version better than mine.  Rotten kid.  What does HE know?)  Anyhow, it was a really nice ride to Pittsburgh - June, great weather, music, solitude, blah, blah, blah.I wrote about the 30+ years that led up to this June ride in my last post.  In case you haven't read it, or don't want to, her … [Read more...]

Rose-colored Glass

“This is gonna be so much FUN!!!  It’s gonna be like you’re going to COLLEGE again!” said my best friend.  “I KNOW!”  I said back.  “Except it’s gonna be 10 hours of class a day!”“Oooh, I reeeeaaalllly hope you do a blog post on this,” said my editor at Catonsville Patch.  “You KNOW I will!” I said, doing a happy dance in my head.“Better take that Ravens magnet off your car...” warned the more protective ones I told.  “As soon as I cross over the state line...” I laughed.That was back … [Read more...]

Why am I not cheering?

In a stunning reversal on an equally stunning mistake, Susan G. Komen For the Cure has apologized and restored funding to Planned Parenthood for breast exams and screenings.  Why am I not thrilled?  Maybe because despite the evidence of the absolutely mind-boggling power of social media, this whole episode is symptomatic of a much larger societal ill.  And I have many questions, since I by no means think the matter is settled.  There is fall-out with which to contend.1.  How will pro-lifers r … [Read more...]

Et tu, Komen?

Hooooooo boy.  Just when I was gonna take a break from women's issues to write about glassblowing or something.  Now this.  Komen pulls its funding from Planned Parenthood for breast screenings and exams.Unbelievable.  Just unbelievable.  I don't even know where to begin.  It's bad enough there's a war on women's health in this country - but to enlist breast cancer survivors and their families to help wage it?  Unconscionable.Now listen.  I've been accused of being fair to a fault.  In my … [Read more...]

Fake it ’till you Make it

I used to teach 8th grade.  Voluntarily.  Middle school was a perfect match for me - the kids were old enough to get my humor and young enough to appreciate my goofiness.  Also, it confirmed my friends' fear I was insane.  I taught Civics, which was great for flexibility and creativity in teaching.  The kids had no standardized tests at that age in that subject, so I was basically able to assign whatever I felt best would get the information across.  I was DRUNK WITH POWER, I tell you.  This expl … [Read more...]

Ya Got to Have Friends…

Part Eight (and last for a while) of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.”  If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now.  Remember Donkey in "Shrek?"  Now, I don't often look for wisdom out of the mouths of donkeys (insert liberal Democrat joke here...) but when he's singing a Bette Midler song, I tend to take notice.  There's a theory that's been bouncing around in my mind for the last year or so, an … [Read more...]

Pink Legos – Part II

Part Seven of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.”  If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now.  Okay, okay, okay.  When I recommended buying Pink Legos, I was imagining the same sorts of construction sets found in primary colors, only in pastels.  Should have done a little more research.  No, these aren't the same architechtural and vehicle structures as the ones being offered in primary colors - t … [Read more...]

Buy Pink Legos. Please.

Part Six of I-Don’t-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by “Miss Representation.”  If you haven’t seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now.  Mention the phrase, “pink legos” and stand back.  (Did I mention you should have popcorn handy?)I’ve already blogged about my defense of pink.  Readers (in the double digits!  Go, me!) have read about it.  It doesn’t seem to be taking hold across the nation, yet, though.Girl On Saturday,(aka, “Peni … [Read more...]

I’ve Got the Pink Blues. (The Great Pink v. Blue Debate)

Part Five of I-Don't-Know-How-Many in a series of posts inspired by "Miss Representation."  If you haven't seen the trailer for this movie, and you have 8 minutes, please watch it here now.  I used to be afraid to have a boy.Wait.  Allow me to re-phrase.I used to be afraid to give birth to a male child.That’s better.  Yes, the prospect of having a son scared me more than having a daughter.  No matter how many people told me boys were easier (they’re not, by the way...) I was still … [Read more...]


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