Going, going…but wait…

Memories…and letting things go. Both kind of go hand-in-hand.

Think about it.

We have those boxes up in the attic, full of items we once used, might use again, or just refuse to part with because, you know, someone might want them? And there’s the underlying valuation of something vintage which just might come into the “highly collectible” arena so, better hold onto it!

I do have my days of standing back and taking a really hard look at “stuff”, deciding that its time has come to move out of my life and memories. Maybe pass things along to a family member who might enjoy having them or, more likely, curse me out for bestowing my misguided generosity on them.

Mostly, I’ve been putting off dealing with focusing on and categorizing items into things worth keeping or cutting emotional cords with objects whose time, and usefulness, has long passed.

For starters…

Christmas items. For me, the most difficult to let go because…okay, I’m passing on this one. For now.

Baby clothes. Each outfit, tiny pair of baby shoes, receiving blankets, Onesies…all bring back memories of when they were worn and what my children were like at that time. And wishing I could live that experience again. We all wish for “do overs”. Don’t deny it!

Kitchen goods. Oh please…copper molds, utensils, cake pans, Pyrex galore, glassware. Time to pack it up and send it out!

Books, school reports, toys. Difficult issue because most should be passed along but first, I’ll spend hours going over the memories behind each one.

Let’s face it, there is no easy way, no satisfactory solution with letting most things make an exit from our lives. The older we get, the more we grasp the memories represented by our belongings, our collections. And, I’ve written several times before on how I hope my family will hold onto much of what I leave behind.

Or curse my existence into eternity.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post about something that makes you feel nostalgic. Tell us about something you have been putting off.


We’re just Mothers…

Hats Off to all mothers…especially those of us who are far from perfect! 

Yes…admit it! 

When we became pregnant, well, not all of us followed the rules during those nine months. Some of us smoked (not me), drank coffee (me) and ate everything which didn’t eat us first. And, when those labor pains started their assault, if there had been a Lamaze book close by, we would have hurled it in our husband’s direction. 

When our baby finally arrived, we were scared and wondered just how in hell we would be able to be a good mother. Trust me, Dr. Spock didn’t help all that much. Neither did the non-stop “advice” from family members which just added to the confusion. Remember when you let your baby cry itself to sleep, and the awful guilt you felt afterwards, especially when a friend criticized you for it? 

Yes, we took shortcuts, often, during the daily battle of getting our kids ready for school. Like believing them when they said they brushed their teeth. And didn’t. Life was just much too hectic to argue as we put them in the car, already running ten minutes late. 

Bedtime. The times it couldn’t come soon enough. Sometimes, you changed the time on the clock, to just speed the process along. 

We ignored the screams from another room while we were on the phone. Admit it, you did! If no one came running towards you, gushing blood or missing a tooth, it was all good. 

And, that Halloween candy that you were going to “check” for safety? You ate it, didn’t you!  

We aren’t perfect, not by a longshot. We’ve lost our patience, yelled and absolutely lost our tempers. And we’ve been ashamed of that.  

How about the teenage years? Times when there were aliens living under your roof and you silently prayed to Scotty to “beam me up”…to anywhere but where you were!  

And the times we’ve let our kids down. Our best intentions fell by the wayside and the memories are permanently stored on our guilt list. We’ve been wrong and learned to be sorry. Hopefully, we’ve learned from our many mistakes. 

If we’ve managed to preserve our sanity and accomplish a great deal, good for us! Frankly, there are no truly perfect mothers. We’re human and destined to screw-up. Each of us mothers in our own special way, not always “by the book” but…it’s done with love, tears and determination.

Hats Off to you, me, and our imperfections! 

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about a memorable Mother’s Day.
I found it hard to focus on just one day, focusing instead on motherhood itself…from my perspective.

Hear me roar…

strong woman


Here we are, doing our best to exist in the 21st century. From where I’m sitting, it’s a shit show and I refuse to apologize for this, or any of the commentary which follows. As I like to remind those who read what I write, here on my internet domain, if you don’t like it, or disagree with it, just move along. Please. 

Still here? Great. I’ll start with current events focused on the Supreme Court confirmation hearing involving Ketanji Brown Jackson, touted as a radical, left-wing activist by some, but the woman does bring extensive credentials to the governmental table. Except for two things, one which is getting beaten to death and is a point of annoyance to many, myself included. The second….is… and should be of tremendous concern to everyone. 

As she sat in the proverbial “hot seat”, Jackson was asked to define “woman”. She would not, possibly could not, but it was most likely an artful dodge of her “left ideology” refusal to acknowledge what a woman truly is. You know, I know, we all know, that a woman is an adult female person who belongs to a particular category (as by birth, residence, membership or occupation) ….at least Merriam-Webster thinks so. In fact, so do I but the underlying issue here is the political drama behind any response given by either side of the political coin.

What I find insulting is that any individual slated to take a seat on the high court of our country who professes such an asinine and ambiguous attitude when asked a damn elementary-level question… should not get away with it.  Whatever. In the order of things so much more important, this little episode will be nothing other than fodder for social media babble for an extended period…or until Facebook or Instagram deletes posts and those who share same. 

But…Jackson’s ambivalent attitude and censurable judicial performance toward mandating due process to individuals convicted of being pedophiles is far worse and unforgivable. At no point, ever, should a “soft on crime” attitude and likewise mandated incarceration period be minimized when any child is victimized, or worse, by some degenerate who should not roam free in society. Any future decisions on crimes such as this when Jackson sits on the Supreme Court should be focused on the children, not federal guidelines which, in many cases, are not followed, as stated by Douglas Berman, an Ohio State law professor… “federal sentencing guidelines for child sexual abuse imagery “are widely recognized as dysfunctional and unduly severe” and that “federal judges nationwide rarely follow them.” “If and when we properly contextualize Judge Jackson’s sentencing record in federal child porn cases, it looks pretty mainstream,” he wrote.  

Mainstream, eh? Minimizing the trauma and damage suffered by children at the hands of those who are deemed “less serious offenders” or “socially inadequate people” is deplorable. Why is there almost an element of acceptance when lenient sentences are given to sex offenders? Data shows there is further evidence of the systematic protection of sexual predators in this country, both by judges and prosecutors. This is more than evident with Ketanji Jackson’s judicial track record. 

Sadly, as we’ve all witnessed, too many political decisions are based solely on party preference with little or no thought given to how these individuals will properly represent the citizens of our country. Yes, yes, this is voting and… the entire process has taken a significant nosedive. Our country stands almost in a state of Limbo, lacking any true guidance while the threat of a devastating war looks over the world’s shoulder. 

But, aside from Ketanji Jackson, most of us know what a woman is….and aren’t hesitant to share the definition.  Especially me.  Hear me roar.