Tag Archives: Reblog

Advice For Young Men – 8 Tips for Not Behaving Like a Sexual Predator

This advice to young men by Norm deserves to go viral. Please spread the word, but remember to give credit to him!!

Norm 2.0

For my newer followers my Advice for Young Men series usually pokes fun at the differences between men and women. You can read some previous installments here and here.

I’m overdue for a good rant though, so today’s post isn’t very funny. Then again, neither is the subject: sexual harassment and inappropriate sexual behavior by men.

Warning: If foul language offends you then I suggest you skip this post.

For everyone else, settle in for this listicle – 8 Tips for Not Behaving Like a Sexual Predator – sarcastically written specifically for guys who still don’t get it.

1. Learn how to hold your liquor.

Alcohol is often referred to as a great social lubricant. Yes it’s good for getting conversations flowing, but as someone who in his younger days once woke up with his winter boots and a parka on in a someone’s bathtub, I can confirm…

View original post 1,187 more words

The Stories Held by Things

These bracelets, which I have on today, brought to mind this poem from two years ago that deals with (or at the very least, makes use of) today’s prompt word of “dubious.” I lived and traveled for many years abroad..a number of those years spent in Africa or traveling through Indonesia and this poem always reminds me of the thousands of artisans I met during those years, not knowing that later I would become an artisan myself.

lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

IMG_9078

The Stories Held by Things

Niata and Solchi sit in the shade of a baobob,
coils of bright plastic between them,
bright green, pink, white, black, green.
Blue. Yellow.
They do not touch the yellow.
They are afraid of it, perhaps,
or dubious. Yellow is the color of the water
that carried their sister away
as she called out to them,
helpless on the bank––
the color
of the skin of their brother
who was surrendered to the water
to be carried away as well.

Yellow is not in their
creative vocabulary
as they wind, wind the plastic cord
into bracelets, forming designs
of checkerboards and crosses,
stripes like the stripes in candy canes
given in December by the missionaries.
Now a band of blue, then back to white lines
on black backgrounds.

 They fantasize about
who would wear these bracelets.
A penny each, they are given for their efforts.

View original post 492 more words

Scissors, Tissue Paper and General MacArthur

Before I leave to get busy with paper, scissors and glue at Campamento Estrella today, I want to share this crafty tradition passed on by my mother.  It was my favorite family tradition.

The Daily Post prompt was traditional.

lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

DSC08186DSC08162  DSC08184 DSC08180l

Every year, my mom helped us make May baskets to fill with candy and leave on the doorsteps of our friends. As mentioned in an earlier post, we’d ring the doorbell and run. If the recipient caught us, they could kiss or pinch us—their choice.

Some years we bought fancy handled nut cups from the dime store and used them, but I liked best to make my own. One year, my mother showed us something special to use for May baskets. Her family knew how to make these incredible tissue-paper ornaments that, with a cupcake liner filled with candy glued into the bottom, hung down in a web-like form. We’d pin them at the top and when you held them up they would fall down in a lacy accordion effect so they were a foot or two high. The only way you could really get the effect…

View original post 418 more words

“On Doing What’s Normal When Things Turn to Shit” (Red’s Wrap reblog)

“Normal has an extraordinary glow of comfort when things are turning to shit. Normal is your mother’s hand on your cheek. Normal is the blanket of your youth pulled up to your neck, your head deep in billowy pillows that only this morning seemed due for replacement. Normal is precious, rich, unique, a reward for suffering long or short.

When something terrible happens, we want normal. It might be just one fine thing that is normal while all around cascades terrible, freakish, unbelievable things but if this one normal thing can occur, then we can settle down, rest, and stop careening around, a BB in a bare room.

This morning’s paper detailed the criticism aimed at President Obama for going about his normal schedule in light of the plane shot down over Ukraine and the ever-ratcheted up conflict between Israel and Palestine. He should be at the White House, act like a Commander in Chief…”

This is an excerpt from an excellent excellent piece about how to combat the manifold ills of the world by stubbornly exercising normalcy.  Will Durant has made the same argument, but this modern day consideration of the matter is succinctly and intelligently written by Jan Wilberg, as is the norm in her award-winning blog, Red’s Wrap.  To read the entire essay, go HERE.  While you are there, you might as well “follow” her.  You won’t be sorry.

 

In Praise of Photography

I love this poem by kStan(ly)’s blog.  Here are the first few lines:

Magnified Magnificence

you picture takers
photo kings
who share with us
who give us wings
who brave the world
to play with light
i’ve become
your acolyte

If you’d like to read the entire poem, go here:
https://kstanlyksays.wordpress.com/2016/08/03/magnified-magnificence/

Reblog of “What Did You Weigh?” (Something for you to think about as Mother’s Day approaches.)

If you haven’t already done so, do not miss reading this Mother’s Day blog by Lydia:

“Is it ironic that you find yourself here, at my quasi bitter woman/mom blog on the eve of this much revered holiday, the holiday we anticipate while clutching bouquets of fragrant buds, and boxes of expensive truffles, the holiday in which we always seem to fall short, even with the help of Hallmark writers, of […]”

(Click here to read the rest of this piece.) What Did You Weigh? — A lot from Lydia