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I was called a racist today


I liked a video tutorial  (see photo above and click link here for the tut ) https://www.instagram.com/p/BC0lfAPvcZC/ which resulted in a dialogue with another Instagram user. It ended by her calling me a racist if I adopted this look.  You can see it all in the comments if you go to the post (if they are not deleted by now). I have always loved and admired super curly hair ever since I laid eyes on Diana Ross as a kid. (I actually have been collecting some pics of Diana Ross and there’s a post coming soon about her.) I am white and my hair is naturally straight. I mean SUPER straight. I don’t have to flat iron it to achieve that look. It doesn’t even have the slightest hint of a wave. No body to it, flat-against-my-head straight.  Not even a cowlick. I don’t hate it. It has its advantages too. I love that is is super soft and silky.  I love that it rarely frizzes. I love that,  when I have the right cut,  I …

Peacock Feathers for Margaret


This is Margaret.  Margaret is one of my hospice patients. Margaret loves to chat about her past life as an “desert rat.”  She talks about how her dad would collect snakes to sell.  A rattle snake was worth 20 dollars.  She talked about a dress she made that she was very proud of and said her mother was the best in the world.  Margaret has multiple middle names.  One of her names means “sewer.”  She has dementia so carrying on a conversation can be interesting but she does love visitors and socializing.  She also loves to listen to the radio.  One day I started singing a nursery rhyme and she happily joined right in.  It was a wonderful discovery that I could say/sing something she could relate to or remember.  Margaret said she couldn’t go to school but her friend brought her books back from school and lent them to her.  She loved books and dreamed of being a librarian.  She’s blind now so I read her “Daily Bread” to her that is delivered from her church.  She really enjoys …

Don’t Give Up


Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush Oh my goodness I love this song.  I could listen to it over and over.  Kate Bush’s voice is soothing and comforting.  Her words of hope are so sweet. Interestingly, this song was written as the British coal miners strike entered its second year. It describes the utter destruction of the mining industry by Thatcher, the desolate impact on once macho workers and the increasing importance of the women who managed by hook or by crook to keep families and whole communities ticking over.   It can certainly have all sorts of meanings since it is a general message of hope in a time of despair.   “in this proud land we grew up strong we were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail”   Today is not like the Great Depression of the 1930s, but it is a depression. It is a depression in employment, in our economy and in our lives.  It is definitely depressing for the person …

The library


  I love libraries.  I can spend hours and hours there and feel like no time has passed at all.  I love the smell of the books; the older the better, the cozy chairs in quiet corners, people whispering.  I love knowing that I have the world at my fingertips in books.  I can go anywhere in the world, learn anything I want, feel anything I want to feel by picking up the right books.  I love that I can do all of this for free- anytime I want.  One of the simple pleasures of the world I truly enjoy.  I especially enjoy going with my hubby.  We can both pick out our own books and just sit there together experiencing something together but separately without having to say a word.  There’s no place like it. via