That One Time I Had News to Share

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

Hey, y’all! Long time, no blog, yah? I know. What can I say? It’s been a fantastical year. And, as you know I’m fond of quoting Al Jolson, “Honey. You ain’t heard nothin’ yet.”

So, forgive the teasing title of this post. Really I can’t share all the news right now. But because I haven’t blogged in a few months, your email inbox may start to think of me as spam, and while I am a bit of a salty treat, I’m not talking lunch meat.

You’ll also note there are no graphics or links … read the rest. . .

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There’s a Difference

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, now. And I’ve been wanting to write this, but not wanting to ruffle feathers.

The Rolling Stones tell us we can’t always get what we want, and they must be right. So, with a big gulp and a steady voice, I’m going to be uncharacteristically vocal about a hot button news topic.

Now, I know I’m not a superstar. I don’t have celebrity status and my opinion is just that- my opinion. I don’t expect CNN or Newsweek to call me up for an interview and suddenly … read the rest. . .

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I’m glad last week is over!

Just a side note posting, but does anyone else feel the same way?

It seems that last week was just crazy. Personally, I was busier that usual with the extra job searching (NOT complaining, just crossing fingers and praying!); we had seriously bitter cold winds for days; and all the tragic news that kept me glued to the television: TJ Lane, the constant tornadoes and heavy storms, and the death of Davy Jones. There were very few moments when I wasn’t watching news or The Weather Channel.

And to top it off, there’s a stray cat that loves … read the rest. . .

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Why Does Being Politically Correct Mean the Loss of Common Sense?

Remember when we were young and our imaginations let us be anyone, say anything, go anywhere? We held an altruistic view of life. We played Hide-and-Seek. Tag. Used crayons more than pencils. We jumped on the furniture and clung to walls so we wouldn’t get burned by the floor that had become lava in our minds. The only dangers were those we chose to create.

A friend was a friend. We had differences, we disagreed, we even quarreled now and then. But we were still friends. Our families were our safety nets and the place to try out new attitudes … read the rest. . .

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