Monday, November 15, 2010  Gentle ripping and kind repair  "I
got plenty of nuthin', And nuthin's plenty for me. I got the
sun, got the stars, Got the deep blue sea. . . "  Someone  ran
off with all my stuff.   Losing valuables is like losing a piece
of one's heart.      Then it happened.  Like a wash of white
light, I stopped caring.    I cannot forget.  But I no longer
care.       Thursday, November 11, 2010  Not sweating the little
things and other lies  I know. It's been a tough month.  The Tea
Party mopped up.  Sara P. seems in charge.  Obama and the boys
want to play nicey-nicey and the other team is insane.  And
everywhere we turn the message is the same.  The recession is
over, good times are coming, and the unemployment rate is the
highest since the Great Depression.  Crazy, huh?  So, what's a
mother to do?  I'm trying to keep my eyes on the prize.  In
times like this, my sanity is my first priority.  When I was a
younger woman, easily swayed by the tides of political
prejudiced, I was often discoura