Most generations find the world as they know it threatened in some way. Just in the past hundred years, those threats have been massive wars and the threat of attack: the World Wars, the Cold War, the Cuban Missile Crisis, terrorism. And that's just speaking of the Western world, without mentioning the crises we Westerners know less about ( Read more... )

Yesterday, driving home by myself, I passed the scene of an accident: a woman had apparently hit the side wall of the interstate bridge pretty hard, because her SUV had tipped over on its side. People had stopped and were directing traffic and helping her climb out ( Read more... )

It cannot come quickly enough, even though I'm nervous about the outcome. There will be hating and anger when it's over, but at least the decision will be made. What do the people of America want? The answer to that question scares me, too. Because I feel like it has nothing to do with unity and love and making the world a better place. So many ( Read more... )

It was the first "short" skirt I ever bought -- not my usual style at all: a knee-length jean skirt with an embroidered flower motif on one side and a small slit up the front. To me, having grown up wearing knee-length shorts and long skirts, it felt daring, practically risqué. I bought it on a whim, on a shopping trip with my sister and our friend ( Read more... )

I'm really thankful that even after years of selling books, I'm still not tired of it. Of course any business is a slog, at times, and really hard work (we spend lots of time hauling inventory around), but there are still many moments when I get excited about what we do. Tonight, we're picking up some booksale remnants, and I'm just as anxious as I ( Read more... )

I don't often buy dresses (or find any that I like very well), but today is warm and I was feeling in a dress mood. So we stopped at the thrift store and I looked (among other things) through the dresses. Surprisingly, I actually found one I liked that also (I thought) looked cute on. When we got home, I put it on and asked Dereck what he thought ( Read more... )

I randomly decided to look back over some of my early entries here, and I was shocked to discover just how many posts I made in the first year or so! Multiple posts a day! Regularly! It was fun to remember some of the things I'd forgotten (and to wonder, with some of my less specific posts, what on earth I was talking about).

So I've noticed recently that my friends feed no longer lets me go back very far. I can go to individual journals and see peoples' older posts, but in my feed I can only see the latest ten or so entries. Is this because I have a free account, or does LJ just not work as well, now that fewer people seem to have time for blogging?

"This journal is a relief. When I am tired ... out comes this, and down goes every thing. But I can't read it over--and God knows what contradictions it may contain. If I am sincere with myself (but I fear one lies more to one's self than to any one else) every page should confute, refute, and utterly abjure its predecessor ( Read more... )

Journaling is therapeutic, even if most of the words are edited out of the final publishing ( Read more... )