April 10th, 2013
Lately, I’ve been thinking about this expression: “When One Door Closes, Another One Opens.” The full saying actually goes like this:
“When one door closes, another door opens; but we so often look so long and regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.”~ Alexander Graham Bell
I’ve also heard other variations, like “When one door closes, use the window,” reinforcing the notion that there is more than one way to find a path. I’ve always considered this to be true. There are always other doors.
There’s been a few doors closing around here lately, and like Graham Bell notes, it can be hard to turn away from the closed door and move forward sometimes. I think this is why people hit their 40s and talk about a “mid-life crisis.”
Only now can I empathize with that stereotypical image of the mid-life man in crisis, running off with a young mistress in a cherry red sports car. It’s hard to close the door on our youth. I need to say goodbye to a wrinkle-free face, to days of cute bikinis, and even to any semblance of a metabolism (every woman over 40 reading this knows what I’m talking about here!).
And then I came across this meme, being shared on Facebook:
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January 29th, 2013
It’s a touch dusty around here. I know … I know … my
stupid New Year’s Resolution is totally interfering with my “me time” (i.e. blog time). I need to put in an extra hour of walking in at night to be able to hit those 8,000 to 10,000 steps. And then afterwards, I have a spurt of adrenaline that is nice but not nice enough to provide me with any creative writing juice that will keep me up past my bed time. Yet once I get into bed, I end up feeling restless from this aforementioned adrenaline. And well, today I am feeling quite resentful about the whole thing as you can plainly read.
So I have decided to say
f*ck it “too bad, so sad,” to my New Year’s Resolution for tonight and instead I am treating myself to some writing time before 10 pm. It may not go so well — not only is my body out of shape, but my blogging chops feel a bit that way too. But whatever. Let’s give it a go, shall we?
This 48-year-old Australian identifies as neuter and is the first person in the state of NSW to be neither man nor woman in the eyes of the government.
Photo credit: Wolter Peeters / Source
One of the most difficult things about learning the French language is to figure out when to use a feminine or masculine pronoun. For non-native French speakers, it is just plainly nonsensical that an inanimate object like a chair or a tree needs to be identified as masculine or feminine. But worse that the plain nonsensical nature is that you have to set these things to memory or you sound like a total amateur to a francophone. When I would feel frustrated in trying to learn this, my father (or a teacher? I can’t remember who told me, actually) would comfort me by telling me that to learn the German language, you need to know three types of pronouns — masculine, feminine, and neuter. This did not ease my frustration in the least.
One would think that this kind of frustration would be entirely non-existent in learning the English language. But lately, I’ve realized, that my four-year-old son is experiencing precisely the same thing.
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January 12th, 2013
Wondering what Saturdays with Stella is all about? It is a column written by my 10-year-old daughter, which was first introduced here.
Now have you ever had an argument with a friend about whether dogs or cats were better? You’re not alone.
I used to be a dog person because we had a big black dog with a white stripe down his chest. I was only a dog person because I had never really interacted with a cat before.
Then one of our neighbours got two cats — T.T. and Blackbeard. They always came into our yeard and I would spend hours petting them. At that point, I decided both cats and dogs were good.
I’m pretty sure that you think that the animal you favour is smarter than the other type. But think about it like this: the dogs and cats don’t care if they are smarter or better than each other, so why do we care so much?
Even if you can’t stand cats, it’s not like they are evil. On lots of dog based shows or movies, the cats are bad and snooty just because they can’t be trained.
So the next time you make an opposition to a dog or cat, think again.
December 29th, 2012
Hi, readers! I’m sure you know that this is not my mom. This is my own little column I will be updating it every Saturday as the title suggests. This is a great opportunity for kids my age to have a weekly column to read that is written by a kid their age. This article is to show how a kid thinks about a broad selection of topics. Sometimes I will talk about simple kid pleasures such as realising it’s a snow day to finally being let outside after a loooooooong skull-numbing lecture on algebra and two- step division. Sometimes I may talk about heavier (but not disturbing or inappropriate) subjects or occasionally a little fantasy writing which I hope you will enjoy. I hope this might become something you look forward to. If you want you can write comments and I will try my best to respond to. I look forward to writing in 2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (excessive use of exclamation marks!)
December 19th, 2012
At this time of year, when every form of media imaginable — from commercials, movies, and television to magazines and newspapers — are promoting the “warm glow” of holiday happiness and family togetherness, it might seem like you’re alone if you are not feeling the Christmas spirit. Well, you’re not. I just thought maybe you might want to hear that.
So don’t beat yourself up if you’re just “not feelin’ it.” There’s a ton a reasons why you might not be in the holiday mood (and who says you need a reason anyhow?). Below I will attempt to counteract the superficial “perfectness” being thrust upon you for commercial gain. And promise me, if you’re really struggling, reach out and ask for help (here is a suicide hotline for USA, hotline numbers for Canada, and one for hotline numbers worldwide).
Holiday movies with family togetherness are on every second television channel at this time of year. If your family isn’t the picture perfectness of “It’s a Wonderful Life,” then you’re normal. It’s like women’s fashions. They show you all the clothes on super-thin teenage girls to sell you the “fantasy” — everyone knows the average woman is a size 12-14, not a size 0-2. Sure, lots of families gather at this time of year. But if your family doesn’t … then, it just doesn’t. Do something else — when you really think about it, it’s just a day, like any other day.
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