Some People Are Hard To Love

Some people are hard to love. Some people’s choices differ from ours. Their actions don’t make sense to us. Their beliefs are foreign to us. Some people are hard to love. It doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to love them anyway. It doesn’t mean they don’t deserve our love, our time, our compassion. When my…

Twas The Night Before Blogging…

‘Twas the night before Fabulous Blogging, when all through the HomeOnDeranged Every bloppy was blogging, even time-zoned Lizzi (not that she’s deranged) Pen Paper Pad laid on the desk with care In hopes that Hasty Words would soon be there Carrie Anne Foster and TwinDaddy nestled all snug in their beds (not together) While visions of Enchanted Seashells…

Why Did The Blogger Cross The Road?

The streets of San Jose are expansive lanes of cars zipping this way and that, each rushing to their individual destination. Standing on the corner, a bit intimidated by this new city, I watched from the safety of the sidewalk as drivers travelled their path. I wondered what their journey entailed on a Friday morning in…

Message in a Blogger

Last week I published a post that posed the question, “Blogging: Work or Hobby?” where bloggers and non bloggers (well, mostly bloggers) voted and shared their take on how they see blogging. I was hoping to come away with a clear message on which category holds the most bloggers. Why?  Initially, I was focused on…

Blogging: Work or Hobby?

If you don’t get paid to write is it still considered work or does it fall into the category of hobby? Here are a few things to consider: For bloggers, writing is a passion that they have pursued because they need the outlet. Blogs are a great platform to do that. Not only do you…

Identify Your “Training Wheels” And Smile!

We’ve all met at least one person who treads a little lighter than the rest of us, who grabs life with both hands, experiences it to the fullest. It’s not that they are irresponsible adults. It’s just that their approach to life in general is different from most grown ups. They don’t allow themselves to…