Adam Needs a Hug

Lane Brown wrote this week’s So you don’t know me, but… letter.  You guys should go check his blog out at The Writerly Blog of Lane William Brown when you get a chance.  🙂
Dear Adam,
I want to give you such a hug. Most people don’t realize how much you need one. Most people don’t even know what your name is. They think it’s Frankenstein. Sometimes they know that Frankenstein was actually the name of the mad scientist, but even most people who know that think your name is Frankenstein’s Monster. I dunno which is worse, calling you by the name of that jerkface who made you and then abandoned you, or defining you solely as his monster. I suppose that isn’t too unexpected, though. You are only referred to as “Adam” in the book a couple of times and they could be interpreted as metaphors, but I still feel like it’s clear that you think of yourself as an Adam, so as far as I’m concerned, that’s your name.
But anyway I love you, and what I love most about you is how badly you wanted to be better. I read about how, after Frankenstein abandoned you, you made friends with an old blind man who taught you, not only how to speak, but reading, literature… basically you got the classical education. And most of it you got it by eavesdropping on him teaching other people. You learned by witnessing others get the nurturing, loving education that you were denied. Then you had a glimmer of a chance of a friendship with this old blind tutor, but when his sighted children saw you, and told him how you looked, you were cast out.
I wouldn’t have cast you out. I might have been a bit squicked out and awkward at first, I’m sure, but I would have tried to cover up and been polite. After time, I’m sure, I would grow used to how you look and not even be bothered by it. I would have happily talked literature with you all day. (more…)

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Note to Self: Must watch more TV in order to understand your life.

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I think I’ve mentioned it before, but we don’t have cable… we also don’t have a whole lot of time.
Our evenings are filled with a lot of running around like chickens with their heads off cut, homework, headless chicken mimicking,  me pretending I’m a taxi driver, and sometimes…  headless chicken mimicking (no offense intended to headless chickens). (more…)

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Blogger Recognition Award

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1. Cathy Lynn Brooks nominated me for the Blogger Recognition Award.  Thanks so much, Cathy!!!  🙂 (more…)

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You've been on this planet how many years?!?!?! Are you sure?

Tomorrow is my youngest’s birthday.  And I’m sitting here staring at my computer thinking…  how the heck did eleven years go by so fast???  It just doesn’t seem like she’s been here that long.
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My oldest daughter is turning 16 next month.  This should be causing a panic attack of massive proportions.  But is it?  Nooooooooo….
(I’m not positive, but this could be due to a bit of denial on my part – I’ll have to get back to you on that.) (more…)

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How Can I Keep My Sanity and Enjoy My Life? By A Power Outside of My Own.

Warning:  Today’s post is not going to be funny or upbeat.  I’m about to be serious (for once).

Mauerbauertraurigkeit – n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
I saw this word on my Twitter feed today.
My husband and I were sitting at the table this morning talking about this problem I have.  He went downstairs, I checked Twitter, and there it was.
I had no idea that this word existed…. But I should have. (I also wasn’t sure it was a real word when I read it, so I looked it up here.)
When I was in the 8th grade, a close friend died.  Almost every year thereafter, until I was in my late 20’s, I lost another friend.  At one point, I attended a funeral every month for 5 months… none of which were for anyone over the age of 24. (more…)

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Hate Mail to Chapter 2

So You Don’t Know Me, But…
Dear Chapter 2,
I have lived with you for a couple of months now.  You have haunted my dreams (nightmares, really) and kept me up at night.  I basically HATE You!
I think it was somewhere around the writing of Chapter 15 that I started to realize you may not “fit.”  But I kept writing…  I continued to force myself to ignore your presence until I typed “The End” at the completion of my first draft.  I told myself that I would take care of you then.
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