What is a smell that never fails to make you close your eyes and inhale deeply? How can you add more of this to your home?
Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…
Dear victorious progressives:
I didn’t vote for you, but I honestly and sincerely wish you luck. I have voted progressive in the past, and if you can make this work I will again. Everyone knows the horrifying contrast between wealth and poverty; it challenges our morality. How can I look at the wretchedness of my brothers and sisters on the street and not want to transform their situation? I have known those who were addicted who recovered, those who were homeless who found a home, those who were mentally ill who found a place of relative peace. And I have known those who died, who did not recover. And those who fled Seattle because of cost.
This is my plea: Do your research, find out what works, find the best practices and methods for solving these problems. Don’t be fooled by a plan that sounds good in theory, because theories are cheap. And once you have a method, figure out a way to measure its success. If it works, great, double down. If not, have the courage to let it go.
Honestly, I hope it works. If not, you feed the beast.
Ken Mapp, Seattle
When I was in grad school in the mid-’80s, my husband bought me an “electronic typewriter.” I had many papers to write and was very happy that this monstrous machine would make my life easier. I had two young daughters, so I did all my work after I put them to bed. I would start typing, and lo and behold I would made a mistake. I had to use correction liquid or correction tape. Invariably, the tape did not cover the entire letter or the liquid looked like a mound of white with a letter embedded in it. As I am a perfectionist, neither was acceptable to me. I had to rip the entire page out and start again. Imagine when this happened in the last line of the page.
I am writing this on my iPad, which enables me to type quickly, before a thought escapes my mind. Errors are underlined in red, and all I have to do is put my finger on an error and choose the correct replacement. What a pleasure! No, there is not a bit of nostalgia about a hunk of metal that did not bend when I made an error.
I used to wonder how certain friends and even strangers had more money, thinner thighs, bigger families, nicer homes—as I struggled with cranky bosses, health issues, infertility, and divorce. By 50, I’ve seen enough hardship to know that nobody escapes difficulties and sometimes, there are no answers to why. I don’t relish the schadenfreude, but I do wish I hadn’t wasted all that time worrying about other people to see that winning, perfection, and an easy ride aren’t real. And that when things get tough, to realize you’re in good company. – Maria Shriver
Trees don’t cling to their leaves. They trust the cycle. This autumn, may we practice the same—holding fully what matters, and when the time comes, letting go with grace.
Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…
Real Life of an MSW 