As Hubby and I start sorting through an accumulation of 30-some years’ worth of stuff, certain personal artifacts make an appearance that bring back delightful memories. Here’s one of those artifacts: This pizza box with the words “Love Ya 2 Pizzas!” and several hearts drawn on it was created and given to me by Erik, my then-boyfriend and now-husband of thirty-some years. He’s a very romantic guy. 🙂 While we were courting, he would periodically…
I returned home a couple of days ago from spending a glorious week-and-a-half with my new grandbaby. He’s still considered to be in the newborn phase and does lots of sleeping. I, happily, did lots of holding while he was sleeping. (There’s no such thing as spoiling a baby by constantly holding one this young … a myth that circulated heavily when I was raising my kids. I ignored it then; I ignore it now.)…
I belong to the flood of women in the world that have a #MeToo story. In a continuum from sexism to sexual harassment to rape and other forms of violence, I think we’d be hard-pressed to find a woman anywhere who hasn’t got a #MeToo story. And when you include sexist policies baked into the governance of many cultures, we’re all affected to varying degrees. Because sexual harassment is so pervasive, it seems easy to…