Zooey & Katy ... Separated at Birth?

I wondered why I spent the first half of the movie (500) Days of Summer humming the tune, "I Kissed a Girl." Then it hit me. Like a bucket of bricks. They're not the same person, but they could be!

Zooey Deschanel, the actor (who is, I might add, also a singer, which totally confuses things), and Katy Perry, currently atop the pop music charts and the who-would-you-do lists of lesbians everywhere, look like twins. Honestly. Wide eyed stares, long lashes, bad bangs...

And I'm not the only person who thinks so. Google "Katy Perry and Zooey Deschanel" and you'll get about 500 Posts of Something similar to what I'm writing here.

It's a whole lot of whocares. But I couldn't let it slip by without at least a little, "How 'bout that, people?!"

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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.

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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