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Interconnectedness or Societal Control?

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I had a thought this morning … has society’s unlimited access into each others lives become a source of societal control or a means to tolerance and understanding? What I mean is that we can “ Google ” a name and find out more than we ever wanted to know about a person. News organizations can report non-stop and analyze every detail of a person’s life ad nauseum. Is it a good thing that we are all so connected?

Health Insurance Blues

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Today my boss “forced” me to go to the Emergency Room for an abscess on my foot. You see, I live in SW FL, and we have some nasty little boogers out here. I didn’t know if I was bitten by a bug, had an ingrown hair, or a flesh-eating staph infection. All I know is that my foot went from being a size 7 to a 10 in the past couple of days.

The Weekend Is Never Long Enough!

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I need to find a job that allows me the ultimate freedom to do as I please. I’m thinking something along the lines of parents taking care of me, without the stress of parents’ rules. Or maybe, a kept woman without the expectations. Or a stay at home mom without the kids.

My Walk With God

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I was born to a Catholic mother and a formerly Presbyterian father. Neither parent was particularly religious, though both believed in God.

Heather

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I am the oldest sibling of two. This was a burden that was drilled into me time and again: “Be nice to your sister.” “One day, you will be all that you have.” “Take care of your sister, Kandace. You’re the one in charge.” I vacillated between pride and resentment.

Last Night

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I went to bed last night around 10 pm – the average time for me as a working mom. As I was laying in my bed, waiting for sleep to descend, I heard the wind whistling outside, and suddenly I remembered something I had forgotten for years.

Competition Is the Fire in My Blood

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I come from a long line of competitive people. It doesn’t matter the game: poker, UNO, Monopoly, Scabble, Checkers, Chess. What should be a fun family game night often turned into a bloodbath. You either jumped in and took your shots, or you were quickly side-lined. I remember my dear old grandma would sandbag me in UNO with ill-concealed glee. My Dad would tell me he was building character as I had to draw another 4 cards from the deck. My Aunt would attempt alliances, but all bets were off if it meant coming in second place. I love the tale of my Mom almost stabbing my Dad in the hand with a fork when he gloated just a bit too long after he won. Our family was like living with all of the drama and suspense of a great Shakespearean play. A favorite saying in my family was, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” What I didn’t realize then was just how true that was.