I wrote a piece for the second year in a row, for The Great Spank Out. This is literally the only blog carnival I’ve participated in – it’s one I have a lot of respect for in large part due to Zoie’s intentions and commitment to right speech (my words).
You can comment at my piece itself, and if you’re interested, please read the others in the carnival. And don’t be a jerk in my blogspace. I so don’t want to wake up tomorrow and pour my coffee, come to the computer and find assery. So far y’all are awesome on that account.
I love you readers very much and hope you are finding safety, health, happiness, and peace.
I’m glad you chimed in and I hope you got some good sleeping in after the typing.
Thanks, Kate! Yes, I slept very ewll. I am reading the other posts. The one by Zoie, the blog carnival organizer is one of my favorites so far.
Thank you for sharing that link – I enjoyed reading it. I think my comment may have been swallowed up by the internets but such is life at times.
BTW, I think we’ve got a hotel room for LiG — now to fund car repairs — am continuing in hopeful anticipation of attending and seeing you and so many other dear internet friends!
Great article, as usual. I hope you have a fabulous time at the conference!
Im not finger wagging know-it-all (or am i so deluded?) and I’ve yelled, particularly in my binge drinking days of post natal depression and PTSD, quite ferociously, at my children, sometimes is still raise my voice, but I try not to these days. I don’t hit, and my coping mechanisms are not alcohol related any more, thank….myself I guess. I overcame it alone. So if I’m not a finger wagging know it all, am I really just incredibly stupid? I never did understand how violence could teach anyone anything. To me, it seems so obvious, but so many people I know hit their kids, in private, in public, in any situation they cannot control. I just don’t see how it is any sort of effective tool, if you will. I think it’s parents taking out their frustrations on their kids. I get frustration, I get anger, I get grief, I get the myriad ways in which it is fucking hard to be a reasonable person all the time. I can’t do it. I can’t hit either. I am thankful.