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The Internet! It Burns! Kathleen Hale: Anatomy of Insanity

Okay. If you’re a regular person who isn’t writing for a living, it’s possible that you’ve missed the intense kerfuffle that is Kathleen Hale, author, and her step by step descent into stalking.
The original post is HERE. IEdited to add: I hate posting that link. Kathleen Hale has commented in a horrific way in response to the outrage with THIS. I really hate giving her more traffic.) Boiled down, it’s this. She got a 1-star review, the blogger (she claims) followed her, mocked her, talked a lot of crap online about her. Hale felt powerless and everyone told her DO NOT ENGAGE. You know, this blogger will ruin your career kind of talk.
Well, Hale responded by finding out the blogger’s real name, address, work place and going there to “confront her”. The piece is well written with smatterings of “I knew I was nuts” kind of thing. It’s kind of her thing. So, I’d like to show you my rabbit hole experience.
Starting with the original, (which when she got to STGRB I was like “NO NO NO”.) I was then shown THIS LINK. Kathleen Hale once obsessed and assaulted someone she viewed as a destroyer of her family. In this case, the person she assaulted had “lied”. Again, compelling reading, but scary as shit frankly. Again, the story seemed designed to evoke sympathy while depicting an action that would have been condemned immediately when the bare facts are known. Finally, I read her compelling piece about being raped. So I felt like Kathleen Hale’s voice was clear to me. She seemed disturbed and had experienced some horrific things in her life. Nothing I saw in any of her posts indicated she was seeking help or that she recognized her own dangerous tendency. Though she throws out offhand comments about being crazy or knowing it was wrong, in the end, she doesn’t change her behavior.
Let me say this too: I don’t find these kind of personal reveals appropriate online. Her article on her rape isn’t a rally cry to speak out, to share her experience to help others. It really seems, as much of her writing seems, self serving. Okay, I’m judging. I took myself to task for being insensitive.
Twitter meanwhile exploded.
Dear Author posted this article and I began to see it all unravel.
First of all, I saw that all of my opinions about the book blogger that Hale stalked were formed from her account of their relationship. That there was no way to verify the evidence of Hale’s “being bullied”. That there were no screenshots of the constant tweeting and mocking that caused Hale to depict this blogger of being a troll. (I promise you. If someone was being shitty to me like that? SCREEN SHOTS). No one has really answered this question and there is some who say that authors are too afraid to say anything because then THEY’LL be targeted.
Then, some of Hale’s facts in her article began to be revealed as untrue. Hale’s depiction of how she obtained the blogger’s address was different from the version given by the unfortunate person who gave it to her. The depiction of the blogger seemed to be based on nothing, with only a rather questionable website (STGRB) agreeing with Hale’s characterization. The comments on the Guardian piece seem to show that trolls-people who harass others online-should be outed and confronted.
But I couldn’t help thinking: What if the reviewer had been a sixteen year old girl? And where was the evidence that this blogger was a troll? There were tons of screen shots of Kathleen Hale’s insanity. Where was Kathleen’s evidence of trolling? And why was anyone taking Hale’s word for anything at this point when so many were showing (not just saying) how she was not being truthful?
Then, the day after Hale posted her step by step stalking manifesto, this happened.
To me, it showed that this was the new world. That being “mean online” (whatever your perception of that may be) can and will be punished.
There have been several accounts about the whole thing. There’s the Buzzfeed article which shows some authors applauding Hale’s actions. The Salon did a nice run down despite the rather sensationalized title. One of Hale’s friends posted something in her defense.
The book blogger has stated she’s quitting blogging.
The conclusion that I’ve come to is this: Kathleen Hale obtained, through manipulation and dissemination, information about another person who had an alternate online identity. (I want to point out that Hale’s version of events is all we have regarding what the blogger’s response to her was. That the explanations given were only from Hale’s perspective. And she’s not shown to be truthful) She paid money to find her. She double checked it with her publisher. Then, she rented a car, drove to the woman’s house, and called the woman at work. The blogger’s response to this is truly unknown (unless Hale’s version is to be believed).
Then, she writes and article for the Guardian in which she gives a step by step “How To” on finding out who someone is on the internet.
I’m an erotic romance author. I write books that might offend some. That picture in my header and on my profile? Isn’t me. My real name is not Jennifer Leeland. Am I catfishing people? If I say something offensive and make someone angry, do we now live in a world where the consequences are people can stalk me?
Several commenters were adamant that there should be “repercussions for trolling”. Meaning that people who spew vitriol online should be hunted down and confronted. That “outing” them is justified.
Authors have a bad habit of viewing social media as their platform-their outlet to pimp their shit-their audience. We do. How many of us know other authors who spam us with “BUY MY BOOK”? How many of us know authors who fill up our feed with excerpts and reviews? Of course, that’s our JOB!
But social media is SOCIAL. Goodreads is a reader’s site. It’s not a reviewers site. It’s not an author site. It’s for readers. Book bloggers are hobbyists who love to read. Authors are small businesses who are creating a brand. Book bloggers are your customers. Goodreads is your Yelp/Angie’s List. It’s not equivalent to Consumer Reports.
I have yet to see any evidence that shows the blogger “harassed” Hale. In fact, to my knowledge, none of Hale’s supporters have said they saw it happen. Wouldn’t someone say “Yes! I saw the blogger mocking my favorite author! It was disgusting!” Especially in view of the doubt being cast on Hale’s veracity.
Now, don’t get me wrong. It irritates the hell out of me when people give ratings to a book they’ve never read based on online kerfuffles. It also pisses me off that some publishers are purchasing good ratings. It makes me grind my teeth when reviewers post incorrect information about a book in their reviews. (Sidenote: I once participated in debate over something in a review that was incorrect. It didn’t go well, but I don’t regret it. For that author, I would do it again. I might add that my career did not end and neither did the author’s whom I defended.)
But it is vastly different to get into an online twitter war and finding out someone has two children, lives in suburbia and has a sweatshirt with pink lips on it in their car. Kathleen Hale wanted this blogger to pay. She wanted to “out” her and show her to be a fake. She called the woman’s online identity “catfishing”. Definition: lure (someone) into a relationship by means of a fictional online persona. The blogger didn’t lure Kathleen Hale into a relationship. She didn’t create an online persona for Hale. The blogger hid her identity because it’s the internet. Because someone can label you a troll and publish your personal information.
Because someone can call you at work to discuss a bad review you gave.
I understand that there are mean people online-people who drive others to rash actions like suicide and depression. I understand that we must all be accountable for what we say.
But this is not accountability. To say that the book blogger “had it coming” is the same as saying that a drunk girl at a Frat party deserves to be raped.
Kathleen Hale has no remorse for her actions. She’s convinced (and others have supported her in this) that she is a superhero who outed a horrible monster. To me, she’s the rapist who points at her victim’s whore status and says “She asked for it”. Which is a horrible thing to say about someone who has been a victim. But if she has been a victim, why would she do this to someone? Why would she not only confront them in this manner, but then publicly out them on a website like The Guardian? Why, as a victim of rape, would she EVER think this was okay?
The whole thing is just…insane to me. What’s sad is that Hale’s writing voice and style is compelling. She’s TALENTED. And yet, I can’t do anything but hope no one will read her books and that she will find therapy in her obscurity. That people will stop cosigning her sickness. That she will recognize how much she needs help.
But with so many people patting her on the back and saying “they understand how she feels”, I don’t think she ever will. Worse? The book blogger has walked away and Hale has “won”. With no evidence at all, the blogger is convicted of being a troll. The blogger is gone.
I’m sure she counts it as a victory and I wonder if she can see how hollow that win is.

EDITED TO ADD: And my question is answered. She doesn’t see how hollow it is at all. Her interpretation of the criticism is here.

How disappointing. And how depressingly typical.

Edited to add: So here’s the review that caused the whole thing.
I’m going to say that Hale is, at best, delusional or, at worst, a liar. That review wasn’t mean or personal and certainly not vitriol. With no evidence of Harris’s “bullying” on Twitter, I have to say that Hale is not truthful.

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Thirteen Ingredients In the Chicken Soup I Made Last Night

1. Butter
2. Boneless skinless Chicken breast
3. Garlic
4. Carrots
5. Celery
6. Montreal Steak Seasoning
7. Homemade Chicken Stock from my freezer
8. Mushrooms
9. Water
10. Barley
11. A dash of garlic powder
12. A dash of salt
13. Cilantro (added to the bowl not the pot)

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Thirteen Pictures of Camping In Humboldt County

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1. The Redneck doing a smudge.
2. Right as he was smudging, a Golden Eagle perched on the top of a tree just above our campsite.
3. After about 10 minutes, it took to the air and circled above us for 20 minutes.
4. We walked up river to a spot with a great swimming hole.
5. The most awesome swimming hole. We named it “Dell’s Hollow” since he found it.
6. Train Boy was happy to be out camping.
7. The Redneck cooking dinner in his “Gone Squatchin'” hat.
8. Train Boy helped cook.
9. BACON!!!
10. Dell’s Hollow
11. Demolition Boy jumping
12. Train Boy jumping.
13. The Redneck shaded by a homemade umbrella made of Willow branches and a towel.

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In Rememberance…

Sydney Jeffrey, Army, World War I and World War II
Paul North, Navy, World War II
Charles Ray Patton, U.S. Army Airborn, World War II
Homer McKenzie, Navy, World War II
Lewis Jeffrey, U.S. Marine Corps, Korean War
Dellard “Sarge” Graves, Army, Korean War
Douglas McKenzie, Army, Vietnam War
Frank “Frankie” Toste, First Gulf War

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All you writers out there……

I have a thought. It’s not a deep one, or angsty or anything. It’s just a thought. Is there anything out there that you wish you could write? That you’ve tried and had epic fail?
What prompted this thought was a review on Dear Author featuring “Sumer Lovin'” by Nicole Chardenet.
The excerpt, the concept and the blurb all make the book sound funnier than hell. And after my last serious post about the lack of hope in the world (which I fixed, by the way, with a string of Melissa Blue books), this looked like something that provided an answer. It featured bad guys and good guys and IT guys named Dave. Seriously? It looked like a laugh riot.
And I had the same reaction that I had after I read “Bet Me” by Jennifer Crusie. I can’t write funny. I don’t have that gift. Maybe that’s why I love Melissa Blue and Toni Sue Versteeg who have that knack for cracking me up no matter what. They’ve got snark and wit all rolled in with excellent pacing. Like stand up comedy, writing humor requires great timing.
I always wanted to be Erma Bombeck, the intrepid columnist who made even the most tragic circumstances bring a smile to my face even as it brought tears to my eyes. Writing like that is special.
It’s not that I can’t write. I’ve got my own voice, my own knack for writing what I write. It’s just…not humorous. It always has a happy, feel-good ending, but I can’t make someone laugh out loud the way Crusie, Blue and Versteeg do. That’s not my forte.
But sometimes, I wish I could. I wish I could write that funny story that brought tears of laughter to a reader’s face. Because the world needs more light.
So, tell me. When the world is too heavy, too dark, too MUCH. Do you read something light and fluffy? Something funny? What authors do you gravitate to?
Like I said, I went on a Melissa Blue binge, reading all her books I had (and I’ve got them all). She just has a way of making my step a little lighter and my muscles relax. Tell me who YOU read?

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So, the Redneck and I began a discussion yesterday…..

….and I thought I’d share.
Easter was a quiet affair at our house. No fanfare. No stress. We’ve been very sick around here and there’s no energy to really “celebrate”.
But as I was catching up on the latest movie trailers, I noticed something.
There’s no hope.
Seriously. According to Hollywood, we’re a doomed species with little to recommend the future except death and destruction. Oh, and all aliens are hostile and out to kill off humans.
And if we’re not doomed to a grim future of fighting each other and alien hosts, we’re completely drugged and making absolutely no sense whatsoever. In a totally emo hopeless way.
“The Host”, “Oblivion”, “The Colony”, “World War Z”, even the new Star Trek “Into Darkness” all depict a world that’s devoid of hope, empty of human kindness, filled with death. There is no “adventure”, no “quest” anymore. There’s only our own stuttering death knell as we flounder in a future of our own selfish making.
Then, there’s the thrillers. These seem to indicate some serious drug use on the part of filmmakers or as I called them to my husband, mind fucks. “Trance”, “Now You See Me”, “My Brother The Devil”, “The Place Beyond The Pines” and “Disconnect” all seem to have visual images that don’t so much describe a story and mess with my head!
Then, there’s very little romance and the most interesting films in this genre seem to also be made of mind fuck. “Stuck In Love” is filled with “whaaaaaa???”. The most interesting trailer for me was “Fill the Void” which seems to be a love story with a unique twist THAT I UNDERSTAND.
And that’s what the Redneck and I discussed. There seems to be little hope out there for the future. I mean, Keanu Reeves is starring in a movie called “Generation Um….”. WTF??
I’m wondering where all this is coming from. This nihilistic view of the world doesn’t seem to match the facts that the Mayans were wrong. The world didn’t end. Life is thriving. What will we do with this gift of our lives?
Apparently, we don’t know. Apparently, we’re going to be in a never ending “Hunger Games”, facing off against each other for nothing more than death. I don’t get it. It’s like the whole world needs an anti-depressant.
What’s your take? Do you think I missed something? Is there hope in the world and I don’t see it?
Tell me what you think?

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Being Serious For A Moment….

I don’t talk too much about local issues here on this blog (I’d rather entertain) but an issue came up that has plagued our area in various ways that has gotten me thinking.
Kym Kemp posted a blog post about the homeless issue in Humboldt County. I have to say that I was surprised to see the vocal anger against the homeless here.
Kym and I don’t see eye to eye on many issues, but I am always grateful when she posts about things like this.
I commented (it was long too) but felt I needed to blog about it too since the issue was still in my mind.
Until I met The Redneck, I was someone who stood on the sidelines/behind the window/avoided eye contact when it came to those who beg on the streets. I wanted to help. It’s in my nature to want to reach out and give to those who need help. But “wanting” and “doing” are vastly different. Fear of getting involved, fear of being taken advantage of and fear of bodily harm kept me firmly in the “wanting” category. Oh, sometimes I threw money in the direction of some cause and that assuaged some of the guilt, but the truth is I did very little.
Then, The Redneck entered my life. He was definitely in the “doing” category. If he saw someone in need, he did something about it. He’s given sleeping bags and coats to those who looked cold. He’s fed the hungry. He’s reached out to those who would scare the shit out of me. On Thanksgiving last year, he took a cooked turkey and fixings to a group of people under the bridge in Fortuna. I don’t tell you this because The Redneck needs some award, but because I admire him so much for it. He’s changed me from “wanting” to “doing”. We’re on the front lines trying to help those who need it, trying to make the world a brighter place for those who can’t get their head above water.
But those who are angry, frustrated and disgusted with the homeless we see here are also understandable. It is the most difficult thing to be someone who tries desperately to follow the rules, do the best for their kids, make a mortgage/rent payment every month and see others who seem to thumb their nose at those things. (And frankly, it doesn’t matter if they’re homeless or rich.) I imagine that there would be a similar kind of anger toward CEOs who get million dollar bonuses while their employees are laid off.
I think it’s safe to say that there is a lot of anger out there. I don’t know about you, but I feel a bit embattled most of the time. Yet, I can say one thing. I am luckier than most.
Here’s the thing. The guy who gets away with being a slacker, talks other people down and still manages to snow the company into giving him a truck has an alcoholic wife. The chick who routinely bags volunteering for her son’s football team and acts like she’s better than anyone else has no friends that I can see and no one will be there when the shit hits the fan for her.
Karma. It’s all about Karma.
I don’t do nice things for others because I want to “save them”. I do the RIGHT thing because I want to look myself in the mirror at night.
Some of the comments on Kym’s blog were a little scary to me. I understand the anger, the frustration, the seething desperation some of those comments come from. But I pray the emotions behind them don’t boil over into action.
And I wish one commenter would quit speaking of himself in the third person. It’s kind of weird.

Edited to Add: And just as I wrote this, Kym reported this.

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Ready, Set, Stir the pot…….

Normally, I watch online kerfuffles with a jaded eye and let them pass by me. Maybe I’ve had too much time on my hands lately.
But I wanted to comment on this ongoing 2012 issue.
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As you can see from the various links on Dear Author, several discussions about reviews and authors has occurred. I’ve decided to put my two cents in for shits and giggles.
First of all, I was a reader long before I was an author. I remember when I didn’t give one rats ass about which publisher put out a book. I was drawn to the cover, the blurb, the title. I was a peruser who bought books based on a myriad of incomprehensible reasons I couldn’t explain if I tried. I understand that not liking a book isn’t as cut and dried as it seems to be. There were times I read a book and instantly forgot it. Or I read a book and something weird struck me about it and forever ended up in my “That book sucked” category. In short, I was an arbitrary and confusing reader with very little regard for the author’s comfort.
Then, I became a writer focused on publication.
The first thing I noticed was my change in attitude toward publishers. It started to matter who was behind the author. The author’s name made more impression on me than the pretty cover or the scintillating blurb. I started to read reviews. (Yep. As a reader? Didn’t give a shit about reviews).
When I became a published author, my first few books garnered…well…crickets. My comments about reviews, bad or otherwise, would have been an academic discussion. A few of my early books received positive reviews, but mostly they were “meh”.
Recently, however, I’ve graduated to the “getting trashed” category. It was a shock to me to realize reviewers didn’t even want me to say “Thank you”. They wanted no comment from the author at all. Here’s my take.
Authors, once published, are no longer able to be “just a reader”.
Readers are completely arbitrary in what they’ll like and what they won’t.
Reviewers are not “just readers” either.
My opinion is that reviewers–I mean the kind that blog, write, and review consistently–have become something more than a reader. Like authors, they’ve learned a lot about publishers, authors, social media etc.
Reviewers have a huge value for authors. And reviews definitely are for readers. But this adversarial relationship between reviewers and authors is silly.
Look, it isn’t easy to take the criticism directed at my work. Not the valid stuff. I can take that and be grateful for the attention. But when a reviewer calls one of my characters a “cunt”, it’s hard to not let that get inside my head. But that is that person’s opinion. That reviewer HATED my character. That’s what happens because I write character driven books. If a reader hates my character, they’re going to hate my book. Period.
Saying “It’s not personal” isn’t true. Usually, a bad review attacks the editing (implying sloppiness/laziness on the author’s part and sometimes saying it outright.), or the plot (criticizing the author’s imagination) or the character (again, a stab at the author’s imagination). But from my own reviewing experience, I know that bad reviews often come from a place of disappointment or surprise. I once trashed a Nora Roberts book because that book was, for me, a departure from the La Nora stuff that I LOVE LOVE LOVE!
Here’s what I’m arguing today. We authors do need to toughen up. It’s difficult. It’s hard not to “just quit” when someone basically says “You Suck”! But writing isn’t something I do because I’m bored, or looking to be famous. I write because the little voices got too damn loud.
You know, reviewing might be similar. Sharing my opinion about books is something I don’t do so much because I consider myself biased.
It’s all very interesting to me.
Anyway, there’s my shit stirring post of the week.
What’s your take?

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Blog? What Blog? Ooooh THAT blog.

Okay. I always hate those posts that whine about why someone hasn’t blogged….or written….or showered……
But I do need to update everyone (all six of you) who might want to know why it’s been pretty quiet in this corner of the internet.

The Evil Day Job
This has been my nemesis. Just to recap: I took this job five years ago as extra income filling in for the secretary who had worked there twenty-five years. She taught me very little except how much she hated her job. All I wanted to do was write. But the Redneck, in one of the rare areas he’s been a first class asshole, has viewed my writing for the last six years as a “hobby” at best and a nuisance at worst. So, when the secretary retired and the job came up, he insisted, manipulated and bitched until I took it full time. Since then, the job has gotten as shitty as any job could get. The boss that hired me full time was awesome, but the job itself was a pain in the ass. Fine. Learn the fucking job. Do my best. I can do that. About the time I thought I had my shit together, my boss ended up in the ICU with heart problems and three months later was gone on sick leave never to return. That’s when life got really interesting. They hired an agent (that they’d let go only two months earlier) who is a great guy and good at his job. But they didn’t replace my boss. At least, not a boss that worked here. They farmed out the office to this guy in Rhonert Park who is….well….weird. Not weird in a good way. Weird in the way that I never know what the fuck he’s going to get pissy about and whether our interactions will be awkward, warm or fucking off the chart annoying. Then, in September, they cut my hours. That blindside was one of the reasons my new boss will never have my trust. Ever. The cut hours didn’t bug me as much as getting NO heads up whatsoever. I was a deer in the headlights on that one. So, new boss=asshole. Job=frustrating. I won’t even talk about the memo obsessed bullshit that seems to go on every day. If you want to know how it feels to work in my job, watch the scene in Office Space where three bosses all ask him about his TPO report. Then, add in the joy of guys calling up to bitch about the lack of work out there and you’ve pretty much got the picture. In short, I really find my job stressful and it gets in the way of the one thing I’d really like to focus on. WRITING.
Which is next on my shit list.
Writing
The advent of self-publishing and the insanity of the economy has combined to do the one thing I can’t afford. It eroded my self-confidence. I’m as oversensitive as the next writer and I found myself staring down the barrel of the old “What the fuck do I do” conundrum. I abandoned books that were too hard for me or dragged me out of my comfort zone. I refused to accept plot bunnies that didn’t fit into the box I was starting to store my writing in. I’ve NEVER been an author to take the easy route….until last year. So, when the new year began, I made a goal to tackle the tough work, nose to the grindstone, and head out of the marketing bullshit that just confused me. Write the book. Write the fucking book. Sounds easy. And it is. Unless, of course, it isn’t. But I haven’t stopped. I may be going slowly, but I’m not going to stop. As a result (and because one of my author friends loves to torment me) I’ve got a bite on my historical (totally out of my comfort zone) werewolf (WAY out of my comfort zone) who may actually see the light of day. I focused on my BDSM contemporaries which have always been more difficult for me to write. It’s been slow, but better than spinning helplessly and taking the easy way out. Four releases (all erotic science fiction) last year and another one coming from Ellora’s Cave this month on January 27th means I’m still getting the job done.
Scouting
This part of my life sucks time away from the writing but also makes the EDJ tolerable. I’m no more organized than when I started and have even less understanding of the paperwork. But I haven’t changed my mind. It’s still the one way that I can give back, be a part of the community and change the world…or at least my corner of it. I’ve defied several Scouting traditions mainly because I believe there are things that don’t make sense. Boy Scouts is its own worst enemy, choosing to exclude rather than include. I don’t think every girl should join Boy Scouts. Just like I don’t think every kid with autism should join Boy Scouts. Or, shit, every BOY should join Boy Scouts. I think Scouts is for a certain kind of kid. Some kids are going to love learning about the flag, about pocket knives and about being a good citizen. Some kids won’t. Why can’t we treat Scouting like football? Everyone can join, but not everyone should. And kids decide football isn’t for them every year. So, I have two girls in my pack. Why? Because both of them are girls who want the skills Boy Scouts offer. Girl Scouts does NOT emphasize the outdoors or basic skills required to be a Scout. I know because I was a Girl Scout and I hated it. I wanted to be a Boy Scout. I wanted to learn to tie knots, set up a tent, cook over a fire. Girl Scouts, or at least the Troop I was in, seemed more about horses and rainbows. And that’s great for most girls. Anyway, I’m probably going to get booted out of Scouting for my attitude and I’m sure many folks think I should. But Boy Scouts wasn’t created to exclude or make a private club for elitist heterosexual boys. It was created because the skills normally taught to boys was being lost because an entire generation of young men had been killed in war. Baden-Powell was trying to address an issue of HIS day. I’m trying to address an issue in mine. Just as fathers were absent in Baden-Powell’s day, fathers are absent due to divorce and other social pressures. The United States is the only country that has Scouting that excludes girls. I hope it won’t last much longer. The twelve core values of Scouting–honest, perseverance, citizenship, compassion, resourcefulness, respect, responsibility, positive attitude, health and fitness, cooperation, courage and faith–are human qualities. Human. Not just male. Not just heterosexual. Human. Maybe we should add one more: Tolerance. But that said, I’m hoping we can fly under the radar. The two girls we have are there (God willing) until they turn 14 and can enter into a Crew in Boy Scouts. We’ll see how that goes. As you can see, I have a lot of passion for it and sometimes it all keeps me working my ass off and not writing. I wouldn’t have it any other way, though.
The Redneck, Unemployment and winter
At Christmas, the Redneck got laid off and had to apply for unemployment. It took a month to get paid. Meanwhile, the finances went to hell. We have hope he’ll go back to work, but meanwhile he’s home….all the time….I go to work to get some peace and quiet. The rain is keeping him out of work. We’ll see what happens.

Looking over this, I realize it sounds pretty depressing, but actually, it’s been pretty awesome. For every frustration there’s been some fantastic stuff too. Well, except for the EDJ. There’s nothing redeemable about that.

I think I take everything one day, one event at a time. And now the Redneck is demanding my attention. So, I’ll be back soon. I hope.

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Christmas Reflection

For those of you who follow this blog, here’s a little Christmas card of music. It’s not a Christmas song and it’s not my usual fare, but I’ve always loved it and it’s always made me feel good.

“It’s hope beyond what we can see.”
I just found out yesterday that someone who I had known in the program, someone the Redneck had fished for years ago, took his own life. He’d been very sick and depressed. There had been many who reached out to him, offering him love, offering him a place to rest his worries, to lay them down. But he couldn’t let himself be a part of it, couldn’t seem to connect with the beauty, the breath of glory.
If we look, if we seek it, everywhere there is evidence of love. I have always struggled with faith. Not belief. I believe. But I struggle to have faith that it will all be okay, that I can rely on something more powerful than me rather than my own strength.
This time of year, I see more than any other time, the way people give, they love. Of course, the opposite is true too. I can see selfishness and fear. But that’s why I love this song by “First Call”. Because the evidence of love is everywhere.
Yet, it is so hard to see especially this time of year filled with “busy” and stress. I heard another song that actually spoke to me and I share it with you along with this wish.
May you see the joy of Christmas, the light in a child’s eyes, the laughter in your spouse’s, the bright twinkle of love that this season represents. May your burdens-even for a moment-be lighter. May your heart be given a reprieve from the human concerns that trouble all of us. Just a moment of peace. That’s what I wish for you.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

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