At Rise: No Offense Mom

Monday, October 22nd 2018



At Rise:  Mom is answering Gavin’s question about reincarnation as espoused by the Hindu Religion Uncle Rob followed for decades.

Mom:  So they believe that each lifetime is for the purpose of working through issues.  Some people aspire to complete all their spiritual evolution by the end of their current lifetime;  to transcend the cycle of reincarnation and become One With God instead of reliving the pain of life on Earth .

For example in my lifetime; I hope to gain wisdom about motherhood, learning patience, discovering the best ways to be a contribution to the world, stuff like that.  And although I certainly hope to be more evolved by the end of this lifetime, I don’t necessarily expect to attain full enlightenment.

Gavin:  Yeah Mom.  No offense, but I don’t think so.  Not even close!  Bwah ha ha ha ha!!!


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Arkansas Journey – Day One & Two

October 18-19, 2018

2018-10-18 Arkansas Journey -Day One [1:37]:

2018-10-19 Arkansas Journey – Day Two [3:09]:

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Little Rock Landing

(Later that same) Thursday, October 18th 2018

2018-10-18 Little Rock Landing [1 min]:

Gavin’s first highlight comes in the form of finding a forgotten credit card in our check-in kiosk and turning it in to an officer. He already felt great about his thoughtful deed when the owner somehow found us and thanked him effusively.

One of my lowlights is having my Yankee white trash food confiscated. I purposely asked Dear Hubsand to go buy me a jar of Fluff and Boston peanut butter as an answer to my southern sister’s Hormel-Velveeta “Cheese” Dip. But then TSA throws it out on account of its dangerously creamy texture.

Then I get the third degree over some disposable juggling balls I brought. I literally have to deconstruct them to demonstrate the uncookef rice inside isn’t explosive or something.

Oh yeah and they get an old imitation Swiss army knife off Gavin too. For a lot of money or effort we could retain the items but Forward Imperfectly we go.

The kids are excellent and responsible travelers as expected but so far they’re also tackling their school assignments. They are “not hungry” during our layover in Atlanta till I get their noses up to Chipo, at which point they each relent and magnanimously mack down some steak burritos.

They don’t even complain when the second flight has NO video screens, NO music even, and NO view except for an entire airplane engine just outside the window. And the stewardess nearly fainted when the kids politely requested their drinks, saying thank you with words and stuff. She said she almost never sees basic decent manners like that anymore, and calls it “a lost art form.” I feel her pain.

This account so far is what kindergarten teachers call “Bed to bed;”. every inconsequential detail and none of the significant ones.

To that I say, “Too bad.”

Or “Tant pis” en francais.

#AuntJoye. #CousinDawson

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Arkansas or Bust

Thursday, October 18th 2018

By giving up our bags at gate check, our load is utterly lightened and we board first. The kids agree to turn off the built-in video screens for now in favor of the very cool “vacation work” each of their teachers have customized for them, respectively.

I am humbly overwhelmed with gratitude for these two awesome travel companions and this trip. Also not complaining about being seated in the very last row, in light of the anxiety dream I had recently (and wrote up but won’t publish ’til *after* we’ve completed these four pending flights safely together).

And we come back home safe to you, DaddyLove.

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There is No Low They Will Not Go Below

October 17th 2018


Sarah Huckabee Sanders claims that most kids taken from their families “actually self-separated.”

There is no bottom. The free fall continues. There is no low that they will not go below. They pull unfathomable impossibilities out of another dimension and who knew there were so many different ways to anaphylax with moral outrage.  When will the nightmare end?  I know, I know; never. 

The fight continues. 

May the gods we all made up save us from ourselves.

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Best Moment of the Day

Saturday, October 13th 2018

Best moment by far of my Saturday between three gigs is dropping off the car to Hubsand and Kids, one of whom greets me like this:

2018-10-13 “You’re Tickling Me!” [14 seconds]:

#TheseAreTheDays # JugglingLife #Flamly

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Life in the Dream

Thursday, October 11th 2018

I just love how my daughter’s reading has caught fire.


And how my son loves (needed, choose and appreciates) his new sneakers. And how he is a lanky jumble of limbs with shoes; just like me at his age (10).


And how my Girl Power daughter –while still having room to grow in the diplomacy department– does not take Any BS from Boys on the bus.


Or from her mother for that matter:


How well this brother and sister actually get along:

Tic Tac Toe on the wet car window

Reading while waiting for the doctor




















And how endowed my kids are with the adoring love of a father and true man unafraid to shower them with his affection:
















And how we are covered in magically wonderful beasts so daily:


And the miracle of how blessed we are with security, warmth, comfort, food, shelter, clean water, power, infrastructure, HEALTH, employment, education, transportation, access to medical care, friends, family, enrichment and fun.


Obviously I did nothing specific to deserve access to these blessings, while so many suffer unimaginably throughout the planet and in our back yards.


I promise to always to my best to appreciate every little blessing, work hard, play hard, rest p.r.n., be kind in general (even if I hella fail), fight for right and help others how I can.


I KNOW we’re all gonna die.  It’s all gonna end sometime. And that could be ANY time. And depending on how this Fascist Disease plays out it could be sooner than later for all of us on this Little Ship we’re burning up.

The uncertainty and the impermanence of it all are the price we pay for the richness of it all.

Of course it is painful to contemplate. Whomever told us life was supposed to be pain free sold us some very paltry smoke and mirrors.

Yet, with riches like these how can I do anything but fall to my knees in gratitude. I grieve for what I have to lose. And I accept the consequences of these gifts.


Amen. And halleluia.


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