I keep writing posts that I don’t finish and don’t post. I really need to get them done but,  I’ve been busy being a mom, working, living life. 

In fact, this past weekend I went to New York city. I had a wonderful time seeing the sights and visiting friends. I strongly suggest visiting the 9/11 memorial. It is powerful and had me in tears but at the same time a now peaceful place where once there was massive destruction. I loved seeing the survivor tree and sharing with my friend that I learned they give a sapling from the survivor tree to 3 communities a year who suffer a major tragedy. That’s pretty cool. I also liked seeing the memorials in Central Park and battery park. History should not be forgotten. It’s why it bothers mee tearing down of the civil war statues. Sure I don’t agree with their beliefs but it’s a reminder not to make those mistakes. 

 And I may not be a Yankees fan but seeing Babe Ruth’s jersey and all the signed baseballs in the museum at the stadium was neat. 

I also attended my first ever Pride in Brooklyn. It was fascinating. Though I want to discuss a little altercation I saw. This man holding a Bible in the air and shouting hateful things at the people gathered there…. That is so wrong. The Bible I’ve read talks about love. You will reach more people with a few  words of love then with any number of hate. One of my friends and I discussed instead of sending hate back or arguing or listening to this drivel, surround them with love and silence. I would love to hear someone play Sound of Silence by Disturbed as they do this but, that is my sense of humor showing. 

Well, now that I feel accomplished for sharing thoughts, feelings, and a little of what I’ve been up to I’m going to sign off for now. Don’t worry I’ll pop back in again soon. Promise. 



I have numerous  Christian friends. I even on occasion attend Christian churches and read the Bible (I do that more than I attend church).
One friend on Facebook has a picture that says:
I am a Christian.
You can ridicule me.
You can torture me.
You can kill me.
But you cannot change my mind.

That’s great…. Yet I see him ridicule nonbelievers and push at them to change their minds.
I hate that.
I grew up in a Christian school and church lifestyle where everyone had to believe exactly the same. There was one road and they were the ones who were on it. But if someone questioned their beliefs no reasonable reason for why they believed that were forthcoming.
I have a belief. I don’t have a religion. In fact I shy away from being called Christian. I believe God is bigger than one religion. I believe that there are many paths to reach Him… Especially when everyone has their own path.
I have seen too many hypocritical Christians. I have seen a few good Christians.
Follow your own beliefs. Read the ‘holy books’. Learn from a vast majority of religions and find your own path. No one else can walk it but you.
And those are my thoughts on that.

Dear Mother, I have feelings

Dear Mother,
I have feelings. They are my feelings. I don’t care if you disagree with my feelings… You are more than welcome to feel that way. However, they are still my feelings. You can not change the fact that my feelings are my own.
If I tell you that I feel you could have done things differently, don’t get all pissed off at me. Take the time to listen to why I feel that way. This might help you understand me better.
Also, don’t take my thoughts or feelings and because you disagree with them tell me that someone else is convincing me to think or feel this way. Once again, if you listen to my reasoning you might understand me better and you will also realize that these are my thoughts and feelings and no one else’s. I could almost understand you thinking that when I was a child (as most children are impressionable) but I am an adult now.
I just wish sometimes that you would listen and understand how I feel. I hate trying to explain and ending up in a fight because I want to express myself. You are my mother. I know that I can be confusing but I wish you would take a little more time to get to know and understand me so I’m not as confusing to you.
You are my mother. I love you unconditionally but, like most parents do to their children, you exasperate me too.
I know my own daughter is confusing to me. However I know what she likes and what she enjoys and why  even if I, myself, don’t understand it. I know I’m not a perfect parent but I know if my children come to me with their feelings that I will listen. I hope someday you will too.