Dear Mom-in-Fred-Meyers today. This is an open letter to you, and all moms (and dads) who think it's okay to teach your kids hate and judgment at a young age. Those who teach bullying, and discrimination because of looks. This is to you and your hateful, spiteful selves. You should be ASHAMED! You're the cause of most of the pain in the world. When I took my boys into the ladies bathroom to go potty before they went to Playland, and my 5-year-old complimented your daughter's teddy bear and she sneered at him. Not even a thank you. But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst of it came when my boys were trying to wash their hands and your 3-4 yr old son pushed my 5-year-old aside, and in perfect Toddler-esque English told my son, "You can't be a real boy if you wear that on your hands. Boys don't do that." Excuse the FUCK outta me? Did I seriously just hear gender shaming from a 4 yr old? You know damn well that didn't come of his own v
A few months ago (okay, longer than that...) I wrote about the brown-ness of where I grew up. Now I need to be clear, I grew up on and around farmland, but very little GREEN grew there. It was brown (potatoes), brown (wheat), brown-sage (mint), and brown-yellow (alfalfa). You can't find berry bushes or more than a few handfuls of tomato plants in my home desert. (Photos courtesy of DD Ranch [My dad's neighbors] Terrebonne, OR) When I moved a couple years ago (renewing our 3rd lease) I realized how much GREEN we could have. I love the hustle and bustle of the city. I loved the fast-paced, everything within a few min drive...but as time has worn on, I miss dirt therapy. (Buckman Community Garden) I miss the animals, and the smell of rich compost (because you can't plant straight to soil in the desert) I miss the idea of the country, if not the actual country I grew up in. Images Courtesy of Croakers Crossing Farm I've felt an intense pull to
It's been more than a little while since I posted, and it's not because I've been lazy. Okay, maybe a little lax, but it's because I've had so much happening over the last 6 months, that writing for my blog isn't the first thing on my mind. But I want to make it happen more. No one dictates what I write, so maybe it's time to diversify. (Affiliate links provided) I've been working full time on my Real Estate business after we moved to Portland, OR in March. It's been stressful and expensive, but it's been totally worth it. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can see that this is going places, and will help us live a happier more fulfilled life, once we get our feet under us. Aside from the move, the boys each received a family membership to local entertainment venues. Connor got an Oregon Museum of Science and Industry ( OMSI ) membership, and Cohen got an Oregon Zoo membership. They've had so much fun getting out of the h
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