Breaking news. It’s a constant cycle of garbage meant to chain you to drama. While we are fixated on the wrong things, real things are breaking. Morals, humanity, hope, marriages, common sense are a handful to name a few. The breaking news is breaking each and everyone of us and we are allowing it into our lives, inviting it into our homes.

Work on you. Turn your time and attention inward and bring change to the one thing you are capable of changing. It would serve one well to always walk away from the phone and tv and walk outside in nature. Feed your soul and stop feeding into anger and fear. Just a few thoughts on this Wednesday morning.

Selective Sharing


If we sat down and had an hour conversation and I repeated 6 words to sum up what was said, do you think someone would really grasp the depth and context of the conversation if they weren’t present to hear any part of it? It frustrates me that this is how we share information today. Not only is it misleading but if someone does not understand the context of the conversation as a whole, those 6 words could manipulate someone into believing something that is just not true. I do not understand how people can be so irresponsible when it comes to getting information right. It leaves us in a constant state of confusion and then we argue and fight over something that isn’t even accurate or true. It’s time to wake up and be more accountable. We have to stop listening to parts if we want to understand the whole. Stop spreading someone else’s misinterpretation and manipulating take on the things that matter and do enough research to get it right for all of us. We cannot trust or share everything we hear. That keeps us is a constant state of confrontation and does not allow for a single solution. Sometimes we are all on the same page but the words have become twisted in a way we can’t even see it. Please be more accountable when you share. Don’t fall into the trap of sharing the one thing that will cause an uproar while leaving out the other 5 things that would get us all on the same page. It’s dishonest and unfair. Be better.

What In The World?


I just cannot put my finger on what is happening today. I really believe that people feel so insignificant that they become fixated on being seen and heard. Why do people feel so small that they have to take drastic measures to get attention? I’m starting to think the world needs more hugs. Seriously, I think  people are crying out for love and affection ….. Please hug someone today. We desperately need to heal this world. 

What is Truth?


All this talk about truth lately was been weighing heavily on my mind. Who do we believe anymore? Who can we trust? We see news reporters reporting on the same story yet the the stories contradict themselves. How can the same story be told so many different ways? Entirely opposite ways? In art, I could paint one image and manipulate your interpretation of it simply by changing the colors. The first painting could be covered in bright, beautiful colors and the second in drab, dreary ones.  I can purposely paint a happy, positive scene or a dark and negative one and that is most likely how you would interpret it. We are losing the truth, hidden somewhere behind the color. We are being tugged one way or another and it’s not doing anything to help our country heal and come together. Where is the truth? Would we even recognize it anymore because of the way we have been manipulated for so long? What a sad state when news reporting has become more like art and art has become more like truth. Just something to think about. Maybe truth IS a lost art. I just don’t know.

The Badge of Hypocritical Honor


This whole hype over fake news has me pondering something today. Are we so closed off to hearing the truth because we are so dishonest ourselves these days? Would we even recognize it anymore? Our little white lies and need to build a story up to make it seem more exciting reaches far beyond the media. At least  I think so. We love to gossip. We love to break a story that could embarrass or humiliate someone else just for the sake of getting some attention ourselves. We don’t care what the cost is to someone else. If we have the latest scoop, it is our personal duty to tell the rest of the world, isn’t it? You would certainly think so if you went for coffee with the girls or a dinner date with some of the moms from school. They don’t care how much a story might embarrass a family or another kid, they just cannot help but spread the latest story. Even if they don’t even know it’s true. Could it be we are so untrustworthy of others because we are untrustworthy ourselves? Could we question others motives because our intentions are often questionable as well?

What amazes me is we are so quick to accuse and condemn everyone else for the very behavior we are blatantly guilty of performing ourselves. We have designated ourselves the high honor of being judge and jury to everyone and everything while we sit high and mighty on our invisible throne wearing our badge of hypocritical honor. At least we look good doing it. We wear it well.

We Are So Much Better Than This


So I watched the video of the teens in Chicago  torturing a special needs man. I have no words to describe what I felt as I watched the video play out. I was thinking, how in the world could someone be this cruel? To cut and hit and humiliate someone and at the same time have the audacity and fearlessness to post it as a live feed? As a mother of teens myself, it bewilders me how anyone could find something like this funny. Why do people think they can behave any way they want and get away with it? Do they really lack the brain cells to realize the seriousness of a situation like this one? All I can say is if I was the parent of one of these kids, I would send them away to those special schools that strip kids from every single thing and make them earn it back.  A school that teaches humility and discipline, integrity and consequences. I am truly ashamed of the way people behave today. The hostility and lack of compassion in some people’s words and actions are enough to make my heart feel sick. Such cruelty in these times we are living in. When did people become so cold and mean? Not my world, not my people. We are so much better than this.

Can The World Even Recognize a Hero Anymore?


I watched as the news media proclaimed Hillary Clinton a hero. The spin was something out of a Disney fairytale. A woman at that age who can keep up with that kind of schedule even with pneumonia shows she is in a category with Wonder Woman herself. Before you get your nose up in the air, this post is not about Hillary Clinton. In fact it is about ordinary people and how we perceive them.

I’m not sure when we started to accept the mindset that we should work until we collapse. I don’t know when that kind of behavior became glorified but the stories I lived and learned about women who were my heroes look much different than the ones woman are identifying with today. Through the years I recognized my importance in the roll of my family and keeping it connected and running smoothly. As a woman, I recognize that I am the battery that makes the clock tick and without me that clock would at the very least slow down and get off track and maybe even stop functioning altogether. I realized several years ago that the only way to do my job and do it well was by taking care of myself first. As a young mom with a husband who traveled and absolutely no family around to help, I realized that if I didn’t care for myself first,  I would be in no position to care for anyone else. I couldn’t push myself to utter collapse because who would take care of my babies and keep them safe? I had to learn that my biggest strength would come by recognizing my limitations and admitting when it was time to step back for a moment and take a break. It’s necessary to know your mind and body well enough to nurture it when it needs nurturing and to push it when it needs motivation. But to not have the comman sense or instinct to know when to say when is alarming not only for oneself but for everyone around you. So what does a hero really look like? A woman who pushes herself until she literally collapses or one who knows when to take care of herself? Who is better suited to run the world, her household, her business? I guess we all have to decide for ourselves.

An Eye For an Eye


We pile people into boxes. We sort and divide a few of them in our mind and then we stuff everyone like them in the same place, labeling them with out sharpie pen. We write labels like black, white, racist, cop, democrat, republican. People are more complex then the superficial label we put on them. We have to stop looking at one small part of them and and assume that is all they are. We also have to stop identifying ohrselves as this or that. We are all individuals. Our thoughts, our experiences and our actions separate us from everyone else. This anger, this tit for tat and eye for an eye mentality is poisoning humanity one person at a time. Right has to start here. Right now. We can’t go back and right every wrong but we can sure as hell stop another one from happening. We have to stand together, side by side, hand in hand but our anger keeps us worlds apart. Anger breeds hate and hate breeds pain. What more is there to say? How many more years can we survive as what we are slowly becoming? How do we change it? How do we stop the madness? Do not become part of the problem. Be an example of peace, forgiveness, love. Don’t make excuses for anyone in any situation at any level. Right has to be right and wrong has to be punished every single time. Whether you are the Secretary of State, a police officer or a common criminal, wrong has to be treated as wrong and we need to make an example of wrong by punishing actions every single time. No exceptions. No get out of jail free card no matter who you are, what job you hold or the color of your skin. No giving a pass because of something in the past that was handled wrong or a situation that wasn’t handled at all. Can we do that? Will we do that? It doesn’t seem so at this point in time. I don’t think we want it bad enough. We are more focused on power and retribution than we are making this world a better place. It starts with you and me. One person, one day at a time, one decision at a time.

Only Love Today


I read an article recently where the writer challenged the readers to follow these simple words. Only love today. That will be my mantra as I pick and choose what I will hold onto and what I will let blow right through. These are some steps you can take today to turn this concept into reality.

1) Don’t join any argument you are invited to. Simply move on and spend your time on something worthwhile.

2) Pass over negative comments and posts on social media and limit the time you spend there.

3) Just for today,turn off the news.

4) Think of at least one thing you can do today to make a positive difference for each person in your house.

5) Speak and think only loving thoughts. Keep the rest to yourself.

6) Look for flowers, not the weeds. It’s easy to notice things that are wrong about people, today look for the things that are right.

7) Repeat this mantra at least once an hour.

8) Believe that your attitude and behavior can change the world for the better.

9) Don’t react. Use your head and respond respectfully.

10) Be patient with yourself. Change doesn’t come overnight. 

Only love today and that includes how you think about and treat yourself.

Who’s in? Be the change.

We Are Getting So Good At Pointing Fingers


I fight every single day to look for a reason to believe in people. I search for even an ounce of kindness, support, encouragement, and compassion. I just can’t believe the direction we have taken lately. I have seen so many opinionated comments going back and forth on Facebook over this horrific zoo story. As a mother myself, who I admit has lost my children from time to time, I sympathize with this mother. I am nowhere close to being a perfect parent or a perfect person. I am a human being wrapped in flaws and continuing to make ongoing mistakes. I am hard enough on myself so how dare anyone else point a finger at me when I already have one pointed at myself. My point is, a gorilla died. It is tragic and unfortunate but I can only imagine how terrified and devastated this mother was as this scene unfolded. If it wasn’t horrific enough, now we join together as one voice to sign a petition in hopes of bringing criminal charges or some type of investigation against the parent who never imagined her day at the zoo would turn out like this. Were those 15 minutes of hell not punishment enough? Who do we think we are that we have to criticize, blame and punish…yes punish someone from making a mistake. We will make her pay. Seriously? Will that bring the gorilla back? Will it undo the unfortunate fall that little child had to endure. Maybe we should beat the child. Yes, I actually saw comments that if the child had the fear of God or knew he’d get a beaten then he never would have wandered off in the first place. Are you kidding me? Can these people making these comments actually have kids? God only knows I have taken my eyes off of my children before. Damn I’m not proud but seriously, don’t we all have moments when we screw up or make an honest mistake? I want to hug this poor mother because I’ve felt the fear of losing a child. I shudder as I remember even though it is years in the past. Guess what? I even had people blame me for my daughter having a 30 minute seizure. I’ve been that parent who didn’t realize my child had a high fever. It still hurts to remember. I drove 3 hours to a hospital not knowing if my child was dead or alive because they took her by helicopter to another hospital. That was the longest, scariest ride of my entire life and I’ve never been the same. Being a parent is an endless, exhausting job and we do the best we can can Guess what? Shit happens and beating ourselves up or getting beat up by someone else about it does not change a single thing. These people who judge, are they better? Are they perfection disguised in a human body? I just cannot believe that we have a more critical crowd than a compassionate one. Can’t we for one small, single second put ourselves in someone’s shoes and maybe feel a little tug on our hearts instead of our mouths and egos. Why do we have to blame anyone at all? Isn’t the situation devastating enough?