What I’ve learned on Facebook…


When Mama Kat’s Writing Prompts hit my inbox the other day, I immediately knew which one to choose. “10 things you have learned about politics from Facebook.”   Then, once finished, I sat back and thought of how different things were before social media came to pass.  I’m certain that, with this present political event, there would still be divisions of American humanity with opposing sides supporting their particular candidate.  That’s how it’s always been but, between Facebook, Twitter, Instagram…there is open political warfare going on everywhere!


To make my response a tad more interesting, I made a game of sharing my “knowledge” using the word “Politics”….


People.  Many are conflicted.  No, make that constipated with this entire election brouhaha. Friendships are being compromised as posts and silly graphics fly-by on the social media’s website.  Some are fairly witty, others, well, insulting as directed to a specific candidate.  Yes, I’ve shared a few.  Don’t judge me.

Opinions.  One expressed, every five seconds. Or less.  And arguments.  Holy crap!   Someone should check Facebook data on how many un-friending incidents have taken place in recent months.  

Liberals.  Oh yes.  They’re out there.  Thankfully, I’m not one.  Nuff’ said.  However, I firmly believe that politicians, like diapers, should be changed frequently.  And for the same reason.

Idiocy.  That falls into opinions, above.  See my additional rant below about Media behavior. I don’t care what your fav network is, CNN, MSNBC, CBS, FOX….village idiots, one and all.

Trump.  Like him, dislike him.  All in all, the lesser of two evils.  He makes some great points but, oh, that mouth!  I mean, there is a damn good reason why The Donald has made it this far.  Just have been unable to figure that out!

Islam.  Touchy subject.  All religions, and those who follow same, should be respected.  The dark side of Islam as we have sadly come to witness, thrives on an ideology of radicalism and the destruction of all humanity who live outside their beliefs. 

Clinton.  Like her, despise her.  She frightens me.  Considerably.  Lies, deceptive practices and her callous comment at the Benghazi hearings… “What difference does it make?”.utterly reprehensible and unforgivable.  

Sanders.   He put out a valiant effort in seeking the nomination; had some admirable ideas, however Socialist-based they were.   Now, he’s busy, busy, busy launching his new group, “Our Revolution”.   I feel the Bern already.


Two more…

Mainstream Media. Totally biased in their reporting.  Of everything.   Whatever happened to just stating the facts without undue sensationalism added to the mix?    The media is so guilty of stirring the pot of dissention with every tragic incident, downplaying important political issues in favor of one candidate over another and twisting headlines that appeal to those who are easily swayed by tabloid-type innuendo, not fact.

POTUS.  We all know who this is.  Currently.  Not a fan, never have been, never will look back with much praise for the job he was entrusted to perform.  It has absolutely nothing to do with race, don’t even go near putting any type of negative spin on it.   Let’s face it.  Day one, when he walked into the Oval Office, he probably took a deep breath and thought “what the hell have I gotten myself into!”   After almost eight years, he probably cannot wait to pass the turmoil of the position to his successor.   God help us all.  All I can keep thinking of is a line from the Ferris Bueller movie….”I weep for the future.”


And all of this, dear readers who peruse my website, is what I have learned about politics on Facebook.


Mama’s Losin’ It


Work overload…




“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”
― Simone de Beauvoir


This quote sums up where I find myself most of each waking day.  While I am firmly grounded in being a woman, all other thoughts expressed by Simone de Beauvoir could, in fact, be mine.

Work is…beyond work. Period.  Added to the equation, family, relationships and dealing with life, overall.  My passion for writing has become more work and I struggle to regain the pleasure of sharing my creative thoughts.   Juggling my way through the maze of it all, I want only to find some small bit of satisfaction, you know, that feeling of accomplishment?  Does wanting this somehow make me greedy or perhaps an underachiever?  It sure makes me angry as hell and then mad because I allowed that negative emotion to take charge.

That tired old idiom, “One step forward, two steps back” is a flashing neon light over my head.  Constantly.  Well, almost.

Unlike many people today, I can work.  Two jobs, in fact.  Something to be grateful for, especially in this mudslide of an economy.   My brain goes into overtime, usually waking me in the middle of the night to remind me that I left a few stones unturned and I jump out of bed to make necessary corrections.  More gratitude.  At least my brain hasn’t deserted me.  Yet.

Life.  Well, the ups and downs are never-ending.  For all of us, it seems. It takes a fair amount of work to sit in that roller coaster ride of conflict, heartbreak, exhaustion and beyond, just trying to get through one more day.  It’s often work to deal with situations that spiral out of control, orchestrated by people with no real clue on a given situation or motivated by some personal, twisted, vendetta.  And, it’s work to just stand back, count to ten (maybe twenty) and feel empathy for everyone caught in the combative side of life.   Makes you a better person, right?

All in all, work is nothing more than a transfer of energy, mental and physical.  We define its progress, success and failure.  It’s part of life, a necessary evil, at times.

No one ever said it would be easy!



 I couldn’t pass on this inspiration from Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop….”Write a blog post inspired by the word:  work”.  And, I did!



Princely colors…

Like most of us, I’ve grown weary of constant political diatribes and other nonsense on the news of late.  This morning, I tapped through the selection of favorite channels on the screen of my car radio, trying to find some songful distraction until I gave up and started listening to the music on my iPhone.   One of the first songs that came blaring through the speakers (yes, I like my music loud) was Little Red Corvette, by Prince, and the tune was perfect for cruising along the parkway on a sunny Spring morning.   The song finished and I scrolled through the next few songs to Raspberry Beret, thinking to myself about how several of Prince’s songs were wrapped in color.   Oddly enough, after just a few more selections, When Doves Cry came on as I rolled into work, the opening rhythm made me want to dance in my seat so I decided to sit in the parking lot until the song ended, rocking along with Prince’s lyrics.


The usual pile of paperwork was waiting on my desk and I logged onto Facebook to look into the social media window on my world.  Suddenly, a friend posted “Is it true?! Prince?” and I sat, just staring at the screen for a few moments until a few news bulletin alerts started popping-up, stating that this music legend had died.    Sadly, it was all very true and all I could think was that doves were truly crying over his passing.


The first months of this year brought the  loss of David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Patty Duke and more.   Extraordinary people, each who shared their passion and graced us by leaving their talented mark in our lives through their artistry.  And yes, I know, this is all part of life’s cycle as we each face our inevitable mortality.  I was reminded of this in the lyrics from Let’s Go Crazy.….

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life

We’re all excited
But we don’t know why
Maybe it’s ’cause
We’re all gonna die

And when we do 
What’s it all for 
You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door

A comment on the web caught my eye…..“Driving that Little Red Corvette off into the sunset wearing a Raspberry Beret to keep the Purple Rain away.”  

You definitely colored our world with your music, Prince Rogers Nelson.  Two thousand zero zero never turned out to be the Armageddon we feared but we’ll party like it’s 1999 for as long as we can hear the music playing.

 Thank you!



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