Sarah Kovac wrote a very interesting article for allparenting.com concerining Fetal Alcohol Syndrome entitled, Dads Can Also Cause Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. In it she writes,
“The researchers said the incidence of developmental abnormalities by alcohol use was ‘statistically significant,’” according to examiner.com. “They concluded that paternal alcohol exposure prior to conception causes developmental defects in the next generation. Transgenerational toxicity — a health effect that occurs when a pollutant or toxic substance passes from a parent to an offspring — caused by paternal alcohol exposure ‘is possibly mediated through alcohol-induced changes in sperm’ at the DNA level.” Continue reading Fetal Alcohol Syndrome – It’s Not All on Mom
Isn’t that the truth … how many people take their freedom of speech to mean they get to talk and say whatever they want but the minute someone opens their mouth and says something that contradicts or is in opposition to what they say – they turn it to “you have offended me.”
They use the freedom of speech as a two edged sword to benefit themselves. THEY have a right to express their opinions on anything but when someone else with a different point of view tries to do the same, then they are not also exercising their freedom of speech – they are accused to trying to take away the other persons freedom of speech. Continue reading Let’s be Offended
I woke early this morning to discover that a whale had beached itself next to the pool.
After I stopped screaming and beating my chest, ripping my jammies from my chest, shaking my fist at the heavens and demanding of God, “Why? How could you let this happen to such a beautiful creature,” I calmed down. Mainly because I realized that no-one else was up yet and no-one was filming me for You-Tube.
That is kind of how I live my life now. I save emotions and funny lines. I only use them if I can tell that the record button is flashing. I don’t give away anything for free anymore. I have been over reacting for years and did not realize I was sitting on a gold mine. That shit is marketable!! I need advertisers in order to be me. Continue reading I Single Handily Saved A Beach Whale.
So many things seemed so important at the time and with the passing of the years, they aren’t and never were. I wish I had taken the energy I expended on pushing my children to comply with being good students so they could fit in and to be able to “compete” in the world, more into the moments.
I am sitting here this morning, drinking my coffee and looking out across the most beautiful landscape that is the backyard of my home. I have a full life time of experiences, some of them would fill you with awe and admiration, some of them would make you weep. I have made colossal mistakes that still pull me to the edge to revisit them years later. Those highs and lows are not my constant companions. This morning I can only remember my youngest son and the way he smelled in my arms when he would stop whatever he was doing and would rush to me, urgent in his need to climb into my lap and to hug me.
He did not want or need anything. He did not hurry away. He ran to be with me and sit there with love being the unspoken bond between us. Continue reading Did I Teach My Children How To Love?
Noah’s story is ongoing with some sad set backs but also some valiant steps forward. What impresses me most is his incredible spirit and his desire to do everything he has the power to dream of. He cries with the pain, and yet picks himself up and goes forward. Can we hope for anything more? Can we ask for anything more?
But, his brother, Elijah, who remains in the same school responsible for the original bullying with Noah, has had his own incident. In this situation, a group of boys sharing a racial ethnicity, have become the bullies of the soccer field. They refuse to be broken up to play on separate teams and together they wreak havoc with each game. In this instance they bullied Elijah and threatened to kill his friend. Now we have bullying that has racial overtones and a much more serious threat. This happened in a school that advocates “zero tolerance” for bullying.
I have no idea why the police were not called in. Continue reading Bullying – Be Careful What Message Our Response Sends.
Don’t hate me for this but my hubby bought me a special “gift.”
He bought if for me after he tried to kill me one night in bed by handing me a hot water bottle that ruptured.
Thank God I was wearing a thermo heat control wet suit at the time . . . with goggles
Don’t ask questions, this is not a blog post about that kind of thing. We were very resilient and versatile, we just got changed into our doctor and nurse outfits, grabbed the aloe vera, smeared it everywhere and carried on … with the stuff we are not going to discuss . . . after I stopped screaming from the pain.
The next morning he offered to pick me up a new hot water bottle.
I thought about giving him instructions but then I thought, come on, he has been an adult for a long long time, he can do this. The hot water bottle section is one space on the pharmacists shelf. The choice is usually red or some other colour and who cares what colour it is. Continue reading The Supercalifragiamazing Gift.
I think I ate a bug . . and I might die.
I was home alone, calmly eating an apple. I am allowed to do things like that alone … at home .. . unattended …. on my own. And I bit into the apple and took a big bite. Then I chewed and chewed and swallowed and then the phone rang or something – I can’t remember all the exact details because I am suffering with PTSD from the whole thing and my therapist said that I have probably blocked some of it to prevent myself from being triggered and losing it all over innocent people’s heads.
When I got back to my work and the half eaten apple lying on the desk, I almost died. I had bitten through to the core and what was clearly a grotesque, rotten, slimy mess, black and orange and grossly grotesque, that had been created by some kind of bug/worm … thing. (I had to type and retype “thing” 473 times just now because my hands are shaking so bad from the memory) Continue reading One Bad Apple and I May Die
How long does it take a heart to give up
I was sitting yesterday watching the baby rabbits play and remembered that I had a brother. It was the strangest thing.
I said it to myself and kept repeating, “I have a brother.” I think I was waiting for there to be some emotional response. Sadness? Curiousity? Anger?
I tried to feel something … anything.
I have a brother. I have a blue dress. I have a guitar. The grass is green. 2 + 2 = 4 . Facts that mean nothing. Continue reading I Used To Have A Brother
We have truly slipped over the edge and the fact people are sitting there, conducting their business with their serious faces on, is damn scary. Remember when you were a kid and something happened and you started to laugh hysterically at how absurd it was and then you realized that no-one else was laughing? You stop and then try to taper off the laughter looking into the faces of everyone else who is not only NOT laughing, they are looking at you like you are crazy? Remember that?
That was my reaction to all of this.
We have jumped from individuals who are unwilling to take personal responsibility for their own lives by deflecting and focusing on what is wrong with everyone else and what they should be doing, to entire groups doing it to one another, to now world wide legislation. People we are talking about controlling our speech and our very thoughts here. This may seem helpful or some awesome movement to some idiot somewhere but the greater long term cost is going to be immeasurably damaging. Continue reading Our “Not All Women Have Vaginas,” World.