You’ve caught me. I admit it. I’m the person that waits until the day after Valentine’s day to do all of my chocolate shopping. It makes me downright giddy to get the major discou…
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Chocolate without the Calories
Happy Valentine’s Day!! I was in LA this weekend and that usually means chocolate from my favorite chocolatier, Diane Krön. However, I’m still on a diet – The remnants of my New Y…
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Chocolate Sparks Joy Amid Clutter
I’d do anything to declutter my condo, just don’t ask me to do that… Recently, I jumped on the Marie Kondo bandwagon and took a major whack at my tchotchkes. I had a mind-boggling…
The Discovery of Chocolate
When you think of chocolate, what comes to your mind? Perhaps one of the top chocolate brands in the world as listed by Global Brands magazine including the countries that produce them: F…
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New Beginnings and a Month of Chocolate
Romance on the Rocks 1st quarter Happy Hour – L to R – J.T. Bock, Lori Ann Bailey, Zina Mackland, Michele Sandiford, G.G. Gabriel, & J. Keely Thrall Romance on the Rocks Update Yes&…
Love in the 21st Century
By: Liana
We moved across country again. We got a job offer we couldn’t turn down and it came at a very opportune time in our lives and, so, we packed up our stuff and moved across country again. Back to where we came from. Alaska.
Meshing two lives can be hard.
But way back in the beginning of our careers, a sacrifice was made so that one of the two could shine. And now, way at the end of our first careers- I think everyone should have a couple or at least some serious hobbies- that first sacrifice can be honored by allowing the moves and the travel. Flexibility in work helps a great deal in upward mobility and finding positions which are satisfying and worthwhile. He made the reverse sacrifice for me. How could I not for him? And this circles back to saying yes to everything your significant other wants, which isn’t illegal and is within one’s means. Say yes to every attempt at attaining a dream. It might take a hundred frogs to get to the Prince. Failure isn’t bad. Loss of faith, however, can be severely detrimental. Always be the cheerleader of the person you love and who matters to you. Always. Let others in the world be a discouraging voice. Let yours be ever encouraging.
Back in Alaska, though. I wasn’t sure it would happen. But it did. And it’s not a bad thing. And it might help my writing, which would be a good thing. Alaska is a majestic state. I hope I can fashion some stories to treat her with care and love.
Thanksgiving, Love, and Green Bean Casserole
About 30 years ago, I got married. Now, it’s been a while since I’ve been a Newlywed. But some memories will never fade. Like how much I love green bean casserole. I have since a friend…
#MeToo
There is another thing happening on social media about women facing harassment or sexual assault. And as always the first couple of days are filled with solidarity and kumbiya moments. Further, as the days wear on, another group shows up.
This group is the THAT’S NOT ENOUGH group.
Without much effort, they tell the women who have been sharing their hash tagged MeToo that they aren’t doing enough. Just by speaking up.
It’s not enough that they bare their wounds to the world in open daylight.
Some how, again, they aren’t enough. Their response isn’t enough.
Which is what their attackers made them feel, of course. That they wren’t enough to be treated with human decency. That they weren’t enough to be given consideration to feel secure in the physical safety. That they weren’t enough of a human even to treat with basic decency. That they weren’t enough and everything they had could be taken without asking and without impunity.
At some point, they come forward. And join in a moment to show just how prevalent sexual assault is. Then they get told that they aren’t enough. They aren’t saying enough. They aren’t doing enough. They aren’t enough.
Fuck you and your enough bullshit.
By: Motab Bin Buty
Listen, the first step to fixing a problem is identifying it. I really wish these never enough bitches had taken some basic and rudimentary science classes, wherein they might’ve learned that they hypothesis is JUST AS IMPORTANT as the experiment. Sometimes, it’s the key. Because asking the right questions gets you to the answer faster. While wrong questions gets you more hypothesis and more testing and revisions and more work.
If every woman who has been sexually assaulted says me, too out loud, that is all that is needed to highlight the pervasiveness of sexual assault. It happens everyday to every women everywhere.
Because there are people- in positions of power, positions of trust, position to help- who don’t know. Who don’t understand just how all encompassing this shit is.
Once we can get everyone on the page with this shit happens everyday and maybe we should do something about, then and only then should the next step be asked about. The what have you done for it lately crowd gets to get in the spotlight. Until then, #metoo.
It’s Been Thirty Years
This coming Monday. It will be my 30 year wedding anniversary. We eloped. And got married in a little blue church. And on Monday those vows will have been in existence for thirty years. It’s …
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30 Year Anniversary
Yes, someone married me.
And yes, we’ve been married for 30 years this year. October 16, to be exact. He deserves to be canonized. Seriously. He’s a saint. But then again, so am I.
Our marriage has matured with the both of us. I can’t remember a time he wasn’t in my life. We’ve been married for all of our adult lives. Which is pretty cool. And presents a problem or two.
He got to watch me grow up. With all the growing pains that entails. Sometimes, I feel jealous of couples who significant other only saw them mature or at their best. Mine got to see me at my worst, as I figured things out, as I matured into my adult self. And I got to see that for him as well.
Has it been easy? Umm, yeah no.
Our relationship was maturing along with us. Going through it’s own growing pains. The ups. The downs. Figuring things out. Forming the marriage into something good and beneficial for us both.
Am I grateful? So much.
By: Wheelz24
I couldn’t imagine going through cancer with another human being. He’s been a rock. And so supportive he gives it new meaning. My recovery from cancer and the treatments that kill cancer- and me- has been smooth because of his unwavering support. Plus, he loves me and my new body. He loved me and my old body. He just loves me.
You can’t know what it means to hit 30 years with the man I have. It’s exciting, comforting, and so fucking awesome. He’s so fucking awesome.
And no matter what, it’s still the two of us against the world.
Here’s to 30 more. If my body is willing! I’d love 30 more.
