Day 25 -- Lookee, lookee at me!

10 things I've done or said that I'm proud of

I, first off, would like to apologize for this ridonkulous "Me" fest that the 31 days of random-blog-post-prompt-generator-ness seems to have turned into. I guess I could figure out a way to turn all these "me, myself, and I" prompts into something more worldly. Instead, I will shun all thoughts of world peace or curing cancer or human rights or whatnot and continue to say, "Hey world, it's really all about me. I'm so awesome. I'm too sexy for this blog..."

I'm proud of:
1. Being a bleeding-heart liberal
2. Being a parent (I waver between proud and terrified)
3. Supporting the March of Dimes
4. My former journalism career
5. My marriage -- I think we work hard at it
6. My ability to make sushi and gourmet pizza
7. The annual holiday family newsletter
8. Purposefully doing something fun for myself every day
9. Blogging (not so sure about the last 24 days or so)
10. Teaching myself to knit socks

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So, I Changed My Mind

More than four years ago, the blog and I parted ways. I needed a change. A whole lot happened in my world since then. I switched jobs a couple times. My kid went from an elementary school tween to a teenage high schooler. We built a new house and moved. Both my parents and my sister have passed. The world around me changed as well. Mass shootings, racism, the #metoo movement, a misogynistic bigoted narcissist in the White House ... go ahead, add to the list. Toss your woes into this dumpster fire we call 2019. I appreciate my previous sentiment, that I was no longer wandering. But let's be honest, we're all trying to find our way through this mess. I decided to reboot the blog to give myself a creative outlet, a way to sort through the confusion and frustration and attempt to make sense of it all. I have a voice, and I'm not keen to silence it anymore. Guess what? I'm back, bitches.

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

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In memoriam...

I remember the first time I heard the name "Les Anderson." A bunch of Wichita State University communication majors were sitting around on campus, talking about classes they planned to take. Several people warned me: watch out for Les Anderson. He was tough. He had a murderous grading scale. It was nearly impossible to get an A. They weren't kidding. But he wasn't tough just to be a tyrant. From his teaching sprang a fleet of incredible, successful journalists, writers, editors, broadcasters, public relations experts, advertisers, non-profit professionals...I could go on and on. Most importantly, he created a legion of people who wanted to make a difference in the world. The greatest gift Les gave to them all? He believed in them, cared about them for their own personal stories as well as the stories they told for class assignments or in the pages of his hometown newspaper. Les was my teacher. My boss. My mentor. My conscience. My champion. My friend. When I started c...

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