I called my senators today.
I called them about a few acts that are coming before Congress, and a part of the president-elect’s cabinet I think is bad for our nation. It’s the first time I ever called an elected official, and I feel pretty good about it.
Continue reading “Let Me Clear My Throat”
Shortly before Wee One was born, I learned something about my family, about a great great grandfather I didn’t know I had. I don’t know a lot about my family history, so this was cool to learn.
Continue reading “A Piece of Recently Found Family (History)”
When I was in junior high, a Guns n’ Roses song came out that had strings in it, so it was high brow rock n’ roll. November Rain.
Continue reading “Nothing Lasts Forever. Even Cold November Rain.”
Get a beer for this one, friends, ’cause it’s got some stories to it. In 2004, I worked for the Missouri PIRGs (a left wing political action group) and that was a hell of a summer in Sahara’s life. I’m glad I had it, but I’m glad I’ll never have to learn those lessons again.
But, when I left, I made a mix CD for myself and some of my friends from some music we had all shared that touched on some of the warmer memories of that year, and even when I listen to it now, I still remember. I wrote about one of these songs a few weeks ago, but I want to tell you about the rest.
Won’t you come see the melodious highlight memory reel??? /insert wavy back in time lines/
Continue reading “Mixed CD Stories”
Shortly after undergrad, I worked for the Missouri Public Interest Research Group – MO-PIRG. It’s a left wing political action group, and I was a door canvasser. That was in ’04, and since it was an election year, I also did some voter registration.
I was livin’ life, man.
Continue reading “Volunteers (of America)”
I have long known this meme and thought it was amusing, but lately, while watching Wee One, I’ve wanted there to be another one.
Continue reading “Bad Day Meme”
Yesterday. I really seriously did.
My friend spotted him first, and I saw the back of a man carrying a curly haired cherub on his shoulders. I figured my friend was off and just saw his doppelgänger, but she and our other friend were determined to find the truth.
We went into the Sahara section of the zoo (Ooh – is that significant? The Sahara section. I’m Sahara, and met JVDB. Coincidence?) because there he was.
Continue reading “I Met James Van Der Beek”
I have written before about the expression “lumpy sock,” one that my family uses to refer to a newborn. I thought it was just a cute and affectionate way to refer to a baby or something small and precious.
Continue reading “Deeper History For A “Lumpy Sock””
In order to better understand what makes me, I would want to study Greg, my birth father’s, family. I don’t feel like i know that side at all. Most of the information I have is either second-hand or form half-faded memories of a child. I want to understand, as an adult, what I came from. Continue reading “Just Digging for Roots in the Ol’ Family Tree”
I am a Midwestern woman, born in Chicago and raised in St. Louis, now living back in Illinois, across the river from St. Louis. I am doing a Pinterest board on St. Louis, about different things and places I love about this city. Though I don’t have any personal allegiance to this, I think I would be remiss in NOT including something about baseball because it permeates so much of the city.
As a child of St. Louis, I am aware…. of the Cardinals.
Continue reading “Accidentally in a Cardinal Nation”