Thank you everyone for your thoughts on the issue of password-protection. You all asked questions that help me.
Crystal D, I don’t know if the stalker is still trying to read. I don’t know, and more important, I realize I don’t care about her level of maturity. I would hope that [...]

Eleven days to election day. It’s been very busy, and next week starts with a bang on Monday.
I have a question to ask all of you.
Should I keep my blog password-protected?

So I’m going to keep blogging. Five years. I can’t stop now.
I think it may be time for a new look. We’ll see if I find something I like more than what I currently have as a template. The blog may be weird when I decide to install a new [...]

Five years of blogging.
Time for a break?

My sister took this photo. Click on it to enlarge.

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I may have spent a greater part of this year in my own version of “damsel in distress” mode, some of my own making, some not; some leftovers from last year, some not. Thankfully the cost was not too high and I’ve regained my bearings.
My damsel-in-distress is gone and I am back, [...]

I’ve found something I hate more than I hate yard signs…
Phone banking.
I’d rather drive around for hours on end putting up yard signs or hanging literature on mailboxes rather than making phone calls for a political poll.
I did it last year for favcan. I did it this year. I’ll do it when I [...]

Meet Johann Philipp Palm, one of my ancestors.
Johann was born on December 18, 1766 in Schorndorf, Germany. He was a bookseller and publisher, a husband to Anna and father of two daughters and a son.
In 1806, he published and sold a pamphlet, Deutschland in seiner tiefsten Erniedrigung (Germany in its [...]

Jackets defeat the Ducks, defending Stanley Cup champions!
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This is the first picture I’ve seen that gives the true scope of the protests by Buddhist monks against the military junta that rules Burma (the junta calls it the Union of Myanmar).
MandoMama posted about this yesterday. I’ve been so caught up in my own life that I’ve lost track of my sense of outrage. [...]

Grief sneaks up on me. I can be washing my face in the evening or reading the comics at breakfast and suddenly I am crying. The tears come quickly and fiercely. I have trouble catching my breath. I feel myself start to tremble and shake. As it builds, I feel [...]