I’m the Mom who sees all. No, of course I don’t. But I always loved how my kids thought I could see everything they got into when they were little. And I don’t think they got away with much. There’s a reason for hyper-vigilance when you’re a parent, no matter how old your offspring are. The world is a dangerous place with no room for negligence.
But this is more about what I don’t see, don’t know, don’t understand. It’s a way of dealing with things that make no sense to me, sometimes sharing frustration, sometimes just venting. Do you agree that two people can view the same incident and come away with different impressions? I can’t view a topic through any lens but my own.
Some of what you’ll read here will be my opinions and some of these articles have no basis in reality whatsoever. I love words, I love sharing ideas and opinions, and writing provides a good deal of therapy. I never know where my pen will take me – but in no way can I suggest these thoughts, rants, notions belong to anyone else but me. Please keep that in mind as you roam through my rambling. This is all me.
Since it’s a hot topic, I’ll admit I believe marriage should be between one man and one woman. That said, God loves us all, we all sin, and the same grace that covers me covers you too. I’m a Christian, (you had guessed that, right?) and occasionally that seems to offend some but I’ll make no apologies for it. I’m a wife, mother, grandmother, sister, daughter and voter. We all wear several hats. Lately I’ve been wearing my ‘voter’ ensemble quite a bit – there’s 2016 to think about, you know. The past four presidential elections have left me frustrated and leery. I’m talking about the conservative ticket. I struggle with the word ‘republican’. It’s come to have such a negative connotation. The party has really made a muckery of things. And that’s not a typo. I do mean muckery.
Our candidates should reflect our concerns, be our voice in Congress and at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. This isn’t a new line of thinking. They work for us. Believe me when I tell you they’re not sitting in Washington, MAKING money – not for we, the people, anyway. They’re spending it like they’re 14-year-olds at the mall. Like we (the citizens) will just go make more when they’ve run through what we’ve given them . That’s definitely faulty reasoning.
I want people in office who appreciate the trust we’ve placed in them and are willing to move beyond rhetoric and agenda, are more concerned about our children than their next photo-op. Let’s have less finger-pointing and more willingness to accept responsibility. I want dialogue about immigration, education, pollution, alternative energy, and can we please address hunger and poverty in Miami, Chicago, Los Angeles and Houston…you know, from sea to shining sea. We should be at least as concerned about our own country, our own people as we are about those on the other side of the globe. We have more than enough to keep us busy here at home.
I know this page on a blog is traditionally set up so you can find out more about the author, gain a better understanding of what you can expect to see here where It’s A Dangerous World. Well, this is it. You won’t find many recipes, fashion tips, ideas for home decor. There are plenty of those. I want to consider who we are, individually and collectively. I want to talk about our faults and eccentricities, our joys, sorrows, and fears.
But while we’re discussing the human animal, I’m still naive enough to want peace on earth, honest politicians, a balanced budget, an end to hunger, prejudice, depression, fear and poverty. I want all this in my lifetime, so we gotta get to hoppin’! This country isn’t a perfect place, but it is ours. Our ancestors fought and worked their butts off to make it available to us. And it just happens to be the best place on Earth to call home.
So, that’s who I am. Who are you? What do you care about? Listen, we can clean this place up a bit at a time, it’ll take a while, but it didn’t get this way overnight. So, I’ll start with my doorstep, you start with yours…we can meet somewhere in the middle for coffee. Whaddya say?