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Friday
Feb012008

Lucky charms

This is the bracelet commissioned by Di and especially designed just for me by Lisa. I wrote about it earlier this week.

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This package from Granola Grrrl arrived in the mail on my birthday. I love the way she decorated the shipping box with stickers and her own message. I had a small collection of stones in a favorite piece of pottery on my dresser. They are now in a shipping crate crossing the Atlantic. No wonder I haven't felt like myself. I'm sure the movers wondered why they had to wrap and box rocks, but Granola Grrrl understands what it takes to be grounded. 

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This handmade alpaca wool scarf was inside, and warms my heart, not just my neck. It's so soft and so full of goodness that I want to sleep with it. Yeah, I'm a weird grrrl. I'm not blogging drunk, really.

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Finally, I recently discovered this chocolate and it is ME in confectionary form. Yes, it has chili peppers and cherries in it. And it's dark. Spicy, sweet, more than a little noir.  The mix is unexpected and delicious, just like a certain Grrrl.

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Februrary 1, 2008

Monday
Jan282008

Neil Interviews V-Grrrl--World Exclusive!

I'm proud to have inspired Neil to launch The Great Interview Experiment, a project that has bloggers interviewing each other and posting the results. I was fortunate enough to have Neil himself interview me. (Kiss my grits, Wendy!)

I've been reading Neil for about two and a half years now. I knew him when he only had a handful of commenters, y'all, before he built his harem community of female readers and a following of men who liked his thought-provoking posts about sex everyday life, sex marriage, career, sex American culture, sex therapy, blogging, sex and politics. He also writes about the Olive Garden, his mother, Abba, restaurant coupons, his hometown of Queens ,  and life with his wife Sophia, who may or may not be a midget and may or may not remain his wife. 

Did I mention he graduated from a fancy schmancy Ivy League university AND prestigious film school? I bet you already guessed that based on his blog's intellectual subject matter and high-brow attitude.

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Proof that Neil reads V-Grrrl and wears women's panties. He's so embarassing.

Neil is a New Yorker living in LA and one of the most entertaining and original bloggers on the planet. He's been a V-Grrrl in the Middle reader for years now, and I'm thrilled to post his interview with me:

Neil: I've been reading your blog for a long time, and I recently went back to read you first posts. Your blog started out more an exploration of being an expat -- an American in Belgium . More recently, your writing has become personal, even emotional, and less focused on your surroundings. Was this a creative choice form or has something happened in your life during this past year to change something in you?

V-Grrrl: It wasn't a creative choice as much as it was an evolution. When I first became an expat, the changes in my life were all encompassing, and I was focused on dissecting and analyzing everything that was different. After a while, Belgium became home and life felt more ordinary. Being an expat became a smaller part of my identity and less a topic of my writing.

Another reason my writing has become more personal is that over time I've become more comfortable in sharing my emotions and my life on my blog. It makes for more powerful writing. I try to keep my posts authentic, even if it means revealing things I'm not proud of. That takes courage and was stressful at first, but then as the gap between my "public persona" and my private self narrowed, I felt better, more confident in myself and less afraid of what others would think. It's been liberating to share the good, the bad, and the ugly with my readers, to share my humanity with them.

Finally, I think midlife is an introspective time. So much is going on in my life right now as my marriage matures, my kids grow up, and I take stock of my choices and the relationships I have. For me, it's a time of reckoning, and the emotion of that comes through in my writing.

Neil: You are moving as I write this. Are you moving back to America for good? Why are you moving? What will you miss most about Belgium ? The pissing boy fountain? What will you miss the least? Are you nervous about the move? Or happy about the change?

V-Grrrl: Our plan was always to stay in Belgium for three years, though we did consider staying longer. There are practical considerations driving our decision to return now, things related to my husband's career and also the children's education. I love Europe but want my children to launch into the world from America. As a "trailing spouse," I haven't had a work visa or permit or an opportunity to get one here. I'm not ready to retire yet--another reason to head home to America.

Will we stay in America for good? I hope not. My husband and I talk about coming back to Europe as soon as we launch the kids into the world, and I definitely plan to come back and visit friends and family.

What will I miss most about Belgium ? My friends, E's Belgian family, the beautiful architecure, the way it's green year round, the enormous number of parks, and the Belgian sky, which is moody and dramatic. Believe it or not, despite the prevalence of gray skies and horizontal rain, I like the climate here. I have fantasies about moving to the Pacific Northwest now that I've lived in Belgium .

What will I miss least? The howling wind and the crazy drivers.

As for being nervous about the move--yes I am. When you become an expat, you dwell in a space between your native country and your new country. Expats call that "the third culture." I know I'll never feel fully at home in America again, even though it's "home." The surface of my life looks unchanged but I feel profoundly different. How do I settle this "new person" into my old life? Where does she fit?


Neil: How has living in Europe changed you?

V-Grrrl: When you leave your country behind, you truly start over. Life is stripped of its social infrastructure, family ties, community and cultural touchpoints, EVERYTHING. I shed all my "labels" and everyone's expectations. It was terrifying and liberating at the same time. Disconcerting and grounding. For the first time ever, I devoted significant portions of my time to my personal writing and creative pursuits, including art. Living and traveling in Europe , surrounded by people from different cultures and backgrounds, has been amazing and wonderful and so enriching. I'm more open minded, more liberal. Living in a country where I don't speak the language, where new experiences are a daily occurrence, has also given me confidence in my ability to handle myself.


Neil: I didn't know much about your artistic talent until all of a sudden, you started posting your artwork more frequently. Were you always creating artwork and just being shy about showing it, or is this scrapbooking, etc. a new endeavor? Where would you like to take it?

V-Grrrl: I never took art in high school, but in my last year of university, I took studio art, art history, photography, and a beginning graphic design class. I absolutely loved all four classes and regretted that I was graduating and couldn't pursue more art studies. My dilemma since then has been that I've felt like an artist without a medium. I have a good eye for art and a creative sensibility but lack traditional art skills like painting and sketching. I've always gone to galleries and museums and bought art, and I enrolled my children in private art lessons, but I never did anything artistic or crafty until I moved to Belgium .

My friend Sherry introduced me to rubber stamping and cardmaking, crafts I never thought I'd like but came to love. That fed a growing interest in mixed media art, in collage. Last August, one of my readers sent me a book on art journaling, and that inspired me to dare to claim myself as a mixed media artist. I began an art journal and started posting my pages on the blog. As for where I want to head with it--well I want to advance my skills and use of media. I want to continue to art journal and maybe grow into making pieces for display.


Neil: Can I get personal for a second. I've always pictured you as a classy woman, interested in raising her children with strong morals. So, I was surprised at first that, of all my readers, you seemed to always enjoy my sex gags. After awhile I began to notice that your writing is very sensual itself, not overtly sexual, but filled with sights and sounds. Are you aware of these two parts of your personality -- the upscale expat Christian mother AND the lusty sensualist? Do these two distinct personalities ever get you in trouble, like checking out the Reverend's butt?

V-Grrrl: Ah Neil, you know me so well! I am VERY aware of these two parts of my personality; the dichotomy keeps life interesting. My closest friends appreciate "V the Christian Mum" and "V the Lusty Sensualist" in equal measure. I can't say the same for everyone else.

Does it create problems for me? ALL the time. I have to watch how I present myself because not everyone is accepting of my warped sensibilities. My husband doesn't appreciate sexual humor, innuendo, or comments AT ALL, and it's a rough spot between us. He exhibits a lot of forbearance. And me? Must.Bite.My.Tongue.

Once someone accusingly said, "Doesn't the fact that you're a wife and mother mean anything to you?" The question was meant as a reproach for the "inappropriate" nature of some of my comments. All I could think was, "Hmmm, being a wife involves a lot of sex and I became a mother as a result of that. So where are the great chasms separating marriage, motherhood, and sex?"


I have a great sense of humor; I laugh often and laugh loudly. Sex is a very funny business--I can't stop myself from being a bit "naughty" (as Di likes to say). But hey, I appreciate all kinds of humor.

For the record though: I never check out clergy butts, OK? My clergy read this blog, and I just want to make it clear, I'm NOT that kind of grrrl. I am, however, prone to moments of irreverence, the kind of grrrl who hears the Christmas carol Silent Night and thinks, "This will be the LAST silent night of Mary's life. She's got a boy child now. She and Jesus will both be crying in the morning. Wah! Wah! Wah! No more peace on earth for her."


Neil: Is there something that you bought in Europe that is very precious to you that you are shipping very carefully home?

V-Grrrl: I bought fifteen pieces of framed art and some pottery from Italy , Holland, and Poland . My favorite? A small piece of Modigliani pottery I bought in Rome . I wanted to hand carry it in my suitcase because I didn't want to ship it and be separated from it for eight weeks. I practically kissed it goodbye. (Di loaned me a movie on Modigliani over the weekend, and I'm going to watch it this week.)


Neil: Did you stop working full time when you had your kids? I know you worked as a journalist. What are your plans now as the kids get older? Are you secretly writing a steamy novel?

V-Grrrl: I worked as a news reporter years ago, but right before I had children, I was working as an editor for a small publishing firm. After my son was born, I began working part-time from home as a public relations writer and strategist. It was an ideal situation. I worked through an agency on a project-by-project basis for various corporate clients. I wrote Web copy, marketing materials, advertising sections, white papers, and articles. I did a lot of ghostwriting for executives.

I have a mass communications degree, and I think I'm well suited for PR work. I plan to return to it in the U.S. I'm also considering pursuing some freelance writing gigs. Not a fiction grrrl. No steamy novels in me, but I do like to write poetry and essays.


Neil: You met your husband at 17? Did you get married early?

V-Grrrl: I had one serious boyfriend before I met my husband E the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. E was a college senior, five years older than me--attentive, romantic, warm, sexy, considerate. He just kept getting better the longer we dated. I was engaged at 18, and I married E when I was barely 20, during spring break of my second year of college.

I have regrets about some of the choices I made in my 20s, but I don't regret marrying him. We've made a good life together for almost 26 years now. Sure, there are times when we question whether we're meant to stay together; we have different temperaments and sensibilities, but we've persevered.


Neil: Through your blog, I met Di (at least virtually). She takes such wonderful photos of you. How do you know her?

V-Grrrl: Di is from New Zealand and lives in Belgium . I began blogging about the same time she did and we read each other casually for about a year. In the fall of 2006, she sent me an e-mail and told me she was going to launch a photography business and was trying to build a portfolio--would my family mind being photographed? I'd seen her work on her blog and jumped at the opportunity to "model" for her.

I met Di for the first time during that photography session, and I offered to use my PR experience to create a marketing plan and help her with her Web site. Our friendship grew out of that collaboration, and we're very close now. There's an intensity to our bond that I cherish. Our affection for each other shows in her photographs of me--I'm always smiling and have a certain radiance. She brings out the best in me while accepting the wobbly bits. : )

Neil: Where does most of your family live -- like aunts, uncles, etc. Have you missed a close extended family while out of the country.

V-Grrrl: Most of my extended family is based in NY but my siblings are scattered down the East Coast from Maine to Georgia . I rarely see my extended family, and even when I lived in the States, I often went years without seeing some of my siblings. My parents died 16 years ago, so my siblings and I don't have a central place to gather or parents holding us together anymore. The demands of family and career limited our ability to travel. Most of my nieces and nephews are grown now, and I have more than a dozen great nieces and nephews. Even though we all get along fine, my family is not that close, so living overseas hasn't been that big an issue for me.


Neil: Who are your kids like the most? You? Your husband? No one?

V-Grrrl: My children bear little physical resemblance to me. I have brown eyes and curly dark hair and my kids are very fair, blue-eyed blondes with straight hair like their dad. Thankfully, neither of them got my nose! My son's hands are exactly my hands, and he has some of my temperament--a bit of melancholy with a sly sense of humor. He's reserved. He has his father's mechanical intuition and shares my love of science. My daughter got the best of me and my husband in both her aptitudes and character. She's got the prime DNA in the family.


Neil: I notice you like poetry. Is there one poet that really speaks to you?

V-Grrrl: It changes based on where I am in life and in spirit. I used to be devoted to Emily Dickinson , but lately Mark Strand and Billy Collins have been speaking to me.


Neil: Next week is your birthday. You recently wrote a beautiful post about the passing time. Your son even shaved for the first time. I know that time seems to be speeding up for me as I get older. Do you feel the same?

V-Grrrl: My sister was diagnosed with cancer when I was 16 and she died young, on my 20th birthday. I've always been very aware of the transient quality of my life. I live with a clock ticking in the background, and it gives me a certain intensity and point of view. I have to be sure that the things I spend time on matter to me and that the people I love know that I love them. I have low tolerance for BS. I like to savor my experiences. I'm all about process and less about product. I can't stand to rush around or stuff my schedule full of activities. I don't confuse being busy with living a meaningful life. I refuse to sacrifice my time to the American idea of productivity.


Neil: Are you taking cholesterol medicine yet? For me, getting old is when you have to think before you eat a slice of pizza.

V-Grrrl: I was a vegetarian, distance runner, and vitamin popper in my 20s, and health conscious through my 30s. I always exercised and did the right thing. Around the time I turned 40, I developed an idiopathic cardiac problem. God has such a sense of humor. Last time it was checked, my cholesterol was only 155, my blood pressure was that of a 14-year-old, and yet my life includes regular visits to a cardiologist and daily medication. Sometimes my heart fatigues me, and I have to plop on the sofa. It's humbling.


Neil: Are you a good cook? What does everyone ooh and aah over when you make it?

V-Grrrl: I wouldn't call myself a "good cook" because I reserve that label for people who put far more time and effort into cooking than I do. When I bake, I bake from scratch, and I like to make soups. I love garlic. Di thinks everything I cook for her is fabulous. My husband always thanks me for preparing meals. My kids? They're not so impressed and complain a lot. I hate preparing food for my family. I guess that makes me a bad mother.

Neil: You say that you sometimes get prone to depression. I notice a lot of bloggers have this problem. Do you think writers/artists are more prone to depression than more "normal" folk? What snaps you out of your moods?

V-Grrrl: I've dealt with episodes of depression since I was a teenager. At first it was seasonal. As I aged, the episodes got longer, the remission shorter, and the recovery from them was less than complete. I was losing ground. I was encouraged by a friend to get medical treatment about five years ago and it changed my life. Really, it saved my life.

While I do think artists/writers are more empathetic and sensitive to life than others, I don't think they're necessarily more prone to depression; they just express their angst more openly.

What snaps me out of it? I need medication keep my depression under control. Music helps me shift moods, and getting outdoors and taking long walks lift my spirits. The love of family and friends keeps me plugging along through the dark moments, and anyone who makes me laugh out loud is part of my depression cure.


Neil: and lastly... I just had to ask this --
If I asked for a photo of you in a bathing suit , would you send it to me?

V-Grrrl: If Di took the photo, I just might, not because I look great in a bathing suit but because I accept the body I have now better than the one that used to rock a bikini. Watch the mail, Neil. You never know what it will bring. : )

January 28, 2008

Saturday
Nov172007

Things we might have said...

“Wait a minute, you’re telling me you won’t swallow pills but you’ve chewed and eaten tripe, adrenal glands, beef tongue, and brain?”

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While sharing physical symptoms: “I wouldn’t worry. You’re just a freak of nature and a medical abnormality. You could be a subject for experiments! A medical breakthrough!”

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Comparing our unshaved legs: “Why be ashamed? There’s a lesbian somewhere who would find our hairy legs VERY sexy.”

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About Belgian cuisine: “I don’t know where the reputation for fine food comes from. In my experience, every dish they do, another culture does better.”

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About speaking the truth: “So I was being interviewed by a Flemish university student for a project she was doing, and she asked, ‘Who holds the power in your country?’ And I told her ‘White men in dark suits.'

Di, thanks for the memories.

November 17, 2007

Friday
Nov162007

Swamp cake

The first night Di was here, I received an e-mail from K, sending a recipe for a unique chocolate cake, "just in case you and Di are in the mood" for something chocolatey.  Well, K, let me say this,  no matter what you've heard to the contrary, real women are ALWAYS in the mood--for something chocolatey. Chef.

The recipe for Chocolate Eclipse cake came from Mollie Katzen's Web site and defies all the normal cake baking conventions. No eggs, just a wee bit of butter, and a magical process where the cake creates its own fudge sauce during the baking process. It has unsweetened chocolate, semi-sweet chocolate chips, and cocoa in it. Don't drool on your keyboard.

There was a line in the recipe that I loved: "Pour on the boiling water. It will look terrible, and you will not believe you are actually doing this, but try to persevere."

Those words said so much to me on so many levels. I couldn't get them out of my head. I saw making this cake as a challenge AND a life lesson. But yes, Mollie Katzen wasn't exagerrating--it looks like a disaster!

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My daughter took one look at this and said, "That's not Eclipse Cake, it's Swamp Cake!"

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Yes, it is Swamp Cake. Look at the eerie mist lingering above the pan.

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Hmmm, after it's baked, it looks like cracked earth.

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Cut the cake and flip the slices over to see the "sauce."  My son said the spongy, fudgy texture was mud-like. So it's official, K. From now on, we're calling it Swamp Cake at Chez V.

November 16, 2007

Thursday
Nov152007

A cozy kind of life...

Di took the train to my corner of Belgium to spend a few days pursuing creative projects and sharing secrets. After an entire week of heavy clouds, rain, and wind, the sun kissed the blue sky good morning and stayed all day.

We walked along tree-lined paths in the park until our knees hurt, sipped tea, had a late lunch and listened to the children re-cap their days and work on maths. After dinner was served and the darkness stuck to the windows, we lit a fire, and looked at books and checked our e-mail and read our blogs.

When the kiddos were off to bed, the wine came out and the conversation deepened, and we spoke of the people we love and the women we want to be while the cat watched the fire burn down and the hands on the clock pushed the night toward morning.

After midnight, the chips and salsa made an entrance and the wine made an encore and I sent Peter a "wishing you were here" e-mail. When I stumbled into the shower and fell into bed with wet hair at 1:30 a.m., Di was tucked into her attic bedroom under the stars, tapping away on her laptop. Ah, the writing life is a good one.

Today it's cold but the sun is shining and there's snow in the forecast for tomorrow. I'm warm inside and out, lapping up the sunshine and the company.

November 15, 2007

Tuesday
Oct232007

Letter to my son

Stine Leather Jacket

Eddie Bauer Stine Jacket

Dear Son,

You are flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. I carried you for nine months, gave birth to you under duress, nourished you at my breast, and have loved and tended to you for 12 years.

I have let you wear my socks, hijack my slippers, wrap yourself up in my bathrobe, steal my sweatshirts, pad around in my Tevas, sleep in my t-shirts, use my towel, sip my drinks, share my bed, and even borrow my jeans. However,  I have my limits: never again sneak out of the house wearing my leather Eddie Bauer jacket.

I’d give you a kidney but my EB jacket has my soul tucked into its flannel-lined pockets. I bought it ten years ago to reclaim a bit of myself after giving so much away in the process of being a mother. It is not just another item of clothing. It’s a piece of me I can’t live without. It does not belong on a middle school campus or crammed in the bottom of your locker.

I hope now you understand. Borrow Dad’s leather EB jacket—the one I gave him that Christmas in Virginia. He never wears it. He doesn't need it. He's not a leather jacket guy like you. His heart belongs to his Columbia parka.

Love,

Mama

Monday
Oct152007

Wild about Wendy's work

I don't remember precisely how I met Wendy. I think Neil at Citizen of the Month played Jewish matchmaker and introduced us to each other online. Wendy is a teacher, photographer, mother, and horsewoman in Colorado, but it is her poet's soul that binds us together.

She participates in a number of writers groups online, writing pieces in response to prompts given by the groups' leaders. I think I've been reading her blog for at least a year now, and I've watched her skill as a poet blossom. Her poems are rich in imagery, layered in meaning, and yet accessible.  Her latest poem hit me right in the chest and made me exhale a soft breath. I keep coming back to it.  I couldn't NOT share it with you.

Since I'm being bold and STEALING this poem from Wendy's site, you must promise me you'll go over and visit Quiet About a lot of Things and check out more of her work. It would also be really nice if y'all would leave lots of fabulous comments here and that way she won't be mad at me and print out my photo, add a moustache to it and then post it on her site. (Sisters do that when they're pissed off,  you know.)

Here's the prompt Wendy received and was asked to write a poem in response to:

I wish I were close
To you as the wet skirt of
A salt girl to her body.
I think of you always.

***'Salt girls' boil seawater down for the salt.

And here is Wendy's wonderful response:

Always was

It was just yesterday,
the first time I let you.
No, that is a lie;
I WILLED you to
unbutton my blouse.

I dared you, in one look,
to slide your hand up.
Damn the torpedo's!
And the sisters. Damn
all those good girls
their brittle rules.

Break me! Like
my shell makes
no difference
at all. Open
me like an egg,
crack me, open.

It was a
thin skin
always,
this space
between
you and I.

So, it was.
All ways was,
waiting for you.
For Your Fingers to
come, your fingers.
Pick that button.

Poem by Wendy of http://quietaboutalotofthings.blogspot.com.

Friday
Aug172007

One book, one album, one TV show

Mamatulip asked "If you were stranded on an island and could only have one book, one album and one TV show at your disposal, what would they be?"

The book. What I would really want is a blank book and a pen because I can't imagine being able to survive without writing. Really. I get all twitchy when I can't jot down the words, images, or thoughts that float through my head. I carry a notepad or journal with me everywhere.

The album. This is the most challenging. Would I want something smoky and bluesy like John Mellencamp's "Trouble No More" or Bonnie Raitt's "Nick of Time"?  Maybe something rich in imagery and great melodies like Counting Crow's "Hard Candy" or John Mayer's "Heavier Things"? Or maybe classic rock and roll from Bruce Springsteen? I reserve the right to change my mind, but today I'm picking Sheryl Crow and Friends: Live from Central Park. The guest artists include Eric Clapton, the Dixie Chicks, Chrissie Hynde, Sarah McLachlan, Bill Murray, Stevie Nicks, and Keith Richards. Good stuff--energizing.

As for the TV show, well I haven't had network or cable TV in my home since I was 18 (which as y'all know, was a looooooong time ago).  I do occasionally watch TV shows on DVD, so I guess I'd pick Grey's Anatomy.

Y'all add your choices to the comments section: one book, one album, one TV show.

August 17, 2007

Sunday
Jul082007

Rock on, girlfriends

Di bestowed me with a Rockin Girl Blogger badge of recognition, and invited me to recognize five other Rockin Girls in the blogosphere.

 

Amber at The Believing Soul is intense, spiritual, and a wiscracking smart ass. This is a rare combination. I love that she asks The Big Questions, sorts through the substantial baggage handed down to her by her dysfunctional family, and makes her way through the ups and down of daily life with grace, humor, and more than a little cussing.  She's my Soul Sister.

Wordgirl at Half of the Sky is navigating the transition from stay-at-home mom of three teenage boys to soon-to-be empty nester. A writer with considerable wit, she's also an artist and a former teacher looking for the best way to use her talents. She's wry and sassy and an ardent feminist. She also despises the color pink and will hate the Rockin Girl button.

Mama Tulip at Where am I going and why am I in this handbasket? is riding the rollercoaster of parenting Julia and Oliver while working through grief over her mother's death. Her writing is smooth even when her emotions are raw. She has tremendous comic timing and doesn't sugarcoat her experiences. She also has multiple tattoos, so how could she not be a Rockin Girl Blogger?

Tammie (aka Teebs) at Soul Gardening was one of my first friends in the blogosphere. Tammie is thoughtful and grounded and writes beautifully and honestly about her life and her past. She struggled for years with infertility and now is dealing with the demands of her darling infant son, who has reflux and doesn't sleep. She sorts through her experiences and emotions with a lot of grace. She's also passionate about music and likes to shake her booty at events like Bonnaroo--a real Rockin Girl.

Nance at The Department is going to have mixed feelings about receiving a Rockin Girl Blogger award. She's not a joiner, she's not a girl, she's not into these sorts of things! She'll  mix a dirty martini and figure out how to handle this. Nance is a high school teacher with a passion for literature, creative writing, and politics. She also has a massive crush on Brian Williams and more than a little interest in shoes and fashion. The Department is a gathering place for smart, witty women and a few sharp men.

Now all of y'all Rockin Girls need to pick up your badges here and share the honor with five of your favorite girl bloggers. Rock on!

July 8, 2007

Friday
Jun222007

Free Hug Friday

I know this has been around and back multiple times, but the video never ever fails to move me, and the music is just perfect. I've enjoyed my share of Free Hugs here in  Europe and one day hope to be standing somewhere with a sign giving them out.  Until then, let this serve as a virtual hug and warm fuzzy from me to you:

http://www.freehugscampaign.org/

June 22, 2007