River of Angels, River of Tears

I am forgoing the usual IWSG participation because... I am in the Virgin Islands for the month of August and because I have to say something about July. And I've debated with myself about what to say and how much.

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   This is a long post.

The placid Guadeloupe River, looking west. This is right in downtown Kerrville.
The park, were our 4th of July celebration was to be held, is to the left.

This is the same view. July 4th, 2025.
The river rose from 0 to 27 feet in 30 to 45 minutes.
In some places, estimates say it rose as high as 50 feet.

I don't know how many of you realize that I live in Kerrville, Texas. Yes, that Kerrville. The one that got hit by that devasting flood on July 4th.

3 trillion gallons of water flowed into the Guadeloupe in just a few hours. It takes 1.5 months for that amount of water to flow over Niagara Falls.

It was strange being on the national and world news. Of course as with all things, and with attention spans being what they are, the spotlight will move on to other dramas while we live with the day to day reality of what happened here. 

The river basin is so changed, so scarred... I won't see it recover in my life time. It will take a long time for all the debris to be removed. I don't think any of us will ever be able to lounge on the banks or look on the waters, once they return to their placid blue-green state, and not feel the loss and perhaps wonder... is this where they found a body? Every inch of the18 miles between Camp Mystic (and even farther upstream) and Kerrville (and further downstream past Center Point and Comfort) is littered with the remains of cars, trucks, RVs, cabins, mobile homes, homes, businesses... and their contents. Mattresses caught in trees 30 feet up. Mangled trash dumpsters. Stuffed animal toys. Jewelry. Photographs. Then there are all the uprooted trees. No video or picture shown on TV comes near to what it looks like in person.

The strangest thing for me is the bizarre experience of driving over the river. 

The Guadeloupe pretty much bisects our town. If you live on the north side and have to bank at Wells Fargo, or want to shop at the mall, or you need to go to the hospital, or you have to get your driver's license renewed, you have to cross the river. If you live on the south side (like I do) and you need to get your car license renewed, or pay your property taxes, or go to the library, or feel like eating Thai food, you have to cross the river. A person can cross the river a dozen times a day just in the normal course of going about one's business. I cross it approximate 4 times a day on the days I work, sometimes more.

The remains of a dumpster.

So here's what's bizarre. I'm driving along, everything's normal. Car dealership, gas stations and minimarts, businesses of all kinds, traffic moving. People doing what people do and it's normal, normal, normal. Then SUDDENLY there's the river and it's death, destruction, terror. Then SUDDENLY, normal, normal, normal. The bridge is a scant .4 miles in length and it's within that space that everything happened, that lives changed. Normal, normal, normal, death destruction, terror, normal, normal, normal. So everyday any of us going about our business is slapped in the face as we cross the river. Normal, normal, normal, death, destruction, terror, normal, normal, normal.

There are lots of questions about why this happened and there is plenty of blame that can be shared by local, state, federal officials and government, all of whom, sad to say, are republicans. The systematic defunding and cutting of NOAA and FEMA has not helped. Kristi Noem didn't sign a release for FEMA funds and people until THREE days later! And because it took so long the chief of FEMA's search and rescue team resigned. He and his team were ready to go, all they needed was the ok, but Noem (and the missing "head" of FEMA) were missing in action. NOAA did it's best, but I didn't get my first phone alert until 8:10 in the morning by which time the river was in full flood and both my husband and I were in complete shock to learn what was happening. I got the news on Facebook for crying out loud!

Conservatives don't like regulations, and Texans in particular hate being told what they can and can't do with their land so, RV parks, summer cottages, homes, businesses, camps were built in KNOWN flood plains. The Guadeloupe is narrow and winds like a snake through a narrow valley. That's one of the things that makes it so pretty,  as well as dangerous. There is one, narrow two-lane road that follows it from Ingram to Hunt and beyond up the North and South forks. Would sirens have been enough to save people? Would people have had time to hook up their RVs, pack up their cars and leave? No. Would all those out of towners and campers have blocked the road? Yes. How do we who live here educated people from Dallas or Wisconsin that the only thing to do when you hear a siren is grab your family and pets, your purse and wallet and head for high ground, NOW? Don't get in your car, don't try to leave in your RV, don't pack up your clothes and food. Literally you have to head for the hills. And to do that all a person has to do is cross the road. There will be a driveway or a road into a subdivision that goes UP almost anywhere along it. If not, scramble up through the bush. How do you educate tourists for a situation like that?

Maybe some day I'll get used to the "normal, normal, normal, death destruction, terror, normal, normal, normal." What I do know for sure, is that this present government failed to do what it could. Not that it could have prevented this from happened entirely, but it has failed to realize that climate change is real, and that denying science comes at the cost of human lives. (Note the floods in New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, Illinois, etc. Will these places get the same help and attention that Texas has gotten? And we're only at the beginning of hurricane season... can states like Louisiana or Mississippi afford to pay for any and all clean up and rebuild if they get hit with a CAT 5? I don't think so.) Many people people don't understand what FEMA did. It didn't just hand out tarps, bottled water and food. It comes into a natural disaster area and becomes a kind of umbrella that helps to coordinate all the different organizations that come in to help with clean-up, search and rescue, and anyone who is helping. Without FEMA our small town is struggling to deal with the influx of supplies and people. We are a small example of how bad things will get if a Cat 5 hurricane hits a coastal city.

Many things could have been done on the local level that might might have kept this from becoming the horror it turned into - like keeping the creeks and river as free as possible of dry and dead bush and trees, like dredging out behind the numerous dams when the opportunity arose (as it has during these past 10 years of drought), like putting in a reliable siren/alert system, like not letting people build on flood plains, like educating people on how to survive a flash flood. 

Just this past state legislative session a bill requesting a mere one million dollars for a flood alert system was voted down. Our own state rep voted against it. That money would have come from Texas's "rainy day fund" which is around 26 BILLION dollars. Since the flood, the governor has decided that bill needs to be considered again during the next special session. It was NOT on the list of bills to be considered before the flood... Yet here we are, everyone scrambling to look important and concerned.

One of the only places I've been able to get reliable and accurate news during this awful time has been from our local NPR station. But guess what? To add insult to injury, and for some unknown and insane reason, this administration has seen fit to terminate all funding to both PBS and NPR. Who does that affect? We the people who live in rural places like Kerrville. This administration, and the republicans who comprise it, don't give a flying f**k about us.

I'm sick at heart and mad as hell.

Maybe some day I'll get used to the "normal, normal, normal, death destruction, terror, normal, normal, normal." And... life goes on. The youngest among us and those yet to be born will have no memory of what happened here or what the river and it's lush banks once looked like. This is their normal. They will experience it for what it is. They will play on the new gravel "islands", splash in the new pools, paddle canoes in the new bends river carved out for itself, and not be burdened by the memory of the lives that were lost on that wet, stormy night of the Fourth of July.

River of joy, river of fears.

River of Angels, river of tears. 

Quote of the Month

"Sometimes it takes a natural disaster to reveal a social disaster." Jim Wallis 

Being Thankful

I am thankful my husband and I are safe and unharmed. 

I am thankful to be in Virgin Islands where I can still myself and recharge.

 

When knuckleheads fly off the handle there might be a problem. IWSG, Quotes, Being Thankful

 Origins: a recurring post in which I delve into the history of a word or phrase.

Today's phrase is: Fly off the Handle

This idiom has been around from as early as1816 and is American in origin. You probably know it means to become angry especially without warning and, I might add, over nothing. It comes from the very particular and dangerous example of an axe head coming loose and flying off its handle.

In 1828 there was this bit of news from Philadelphia in The United States Gazette.

On Saturday morning...two sons of Mr. Jonas Hackman were engaged at chopping wood on Mr. Frankenfield's...when the axed of one of them flew off the handle and struck his brother, aged 17 years, with the sharp edge on the breast, the bone of which was entirely severed by the blow. A surgeon was immediately sent for and notwithstanding the wound had opened so that it stood at least four inches apart when he arrived, he succeeded in closing it within a quarter of an inch. The boy is doing well and hopes are entertained of a speedy recovery.

Since axes have been around for a least 44,000 years I suspect axe heads have occasionally flown off their handles for just as long. You can find more examples of flying off the handle HERE.

Today's Weird Word is: Knucklehead

This American word describing a stupid person, has been around since the 1890s. Apparently it became more popular in 1942 when the US Air Force used a cartoon character named R. F. Knucklehead to help train recruits. 

There doesn't appear to be any particular story of how the knuckle and head got put together to describe someone who is not particularly bright.

Of course, there is also the Harley-Davidson knucklehead engine...

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This month's question is: Is there a genre you haven't tried writing in yet that you really want to try? If so, do you plan on trying it? Short answer. No. However, in the long ago I did try my hand at fantasy. I got so caught up in world building that only one story of the many I started made it to the finish line. I haul it out from time to time to see if it's worthy of being worked on. I still find it hilarious, a kind of DiscWorld meets Oz mashup.

Quotes of the Mont

“Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you’ve got to start young.” 

Fred Astaire

“Please don’t retouch my wrinkles. It took me so long to earn them.” 

Anna Magnani, actress

“Just remember, once you’re over the hill you begin to pick up speed.” 

Charles Schulz

“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.” 

William Shakespeare

Being Thankful

At the end of June I hit a milestone birthday.

I am thankful to have made it to my

Diamond Jubilee!

My two BFFs threw me a little party. Just the three of us.

Got this lovely hat (along with a couple of other nice things) 

and a fun butterfly crown.

We spent the weekend putting jigsaw puzzles together, 

nibbling on food and drinking beer flights.

All in moderation, of course.

Here's hoping we have a Fourth of July to celebrate in the years to come.

"May the foundation of our new constitution, be justice, Truth and Righteousness. Like the wise Mans house may it be founded upon those Rocks and then neither storms or tempests will overthrow it."  Abigail Adams

Have you ever flown of the handle? Ever been called a knucklehead? Is there a genre you haven't written in that you might like to try?  

You can't be wishy-washy when trying to catch someone red-handed, IWSG, Quotes, Being Thankful

 Origins: a recurring post in which I delve into the history of a word or phrase.

Today's phrase is: Caught Red-handed

There are some phrases we use so casually that I bet most of us never think about where they came from. The wonder of language and English is that every word, every phrase, has a story. This one makes perfect sense, though it never occurred me. 

Note the article "Feminism for Men". 1914!

Catching someone red-handed literally means catching a person with blood on their hands, either being caught after murdering someone or by poaching. It originated in Scotland and was first written down in 1432 in the Scottish Acts of Parliament of James I. But it was Sir Walter Scott who popularized it in 1819 when he wrote in his novel Ivanhoe: “I did but tie one fellow, who was taken redhanded and in the fact, to the horns of a wild stag.”

There is also this story of the Red Hand from Northern Ulster in Ireland though it is not related to our use of the phrase. "The Red Hand has long been a heraldic and cultural symbol of the northern Irish province of Ulster. One of the many myths as to its origin is the tale of how, in a boat race in which the first to touch the shore of Ulster was to become the province’s ruler, one contestant guaranteed his win by cutting off his hand and throwing it to the shore ahead of his rivals. The potency of the symbol remains and is used in the Ulster flag, and as recently as the 1970s a group of Ulster loyalist paramilitaries named themselves the Red Hand Commandos." That's men for you... Cut off your hand to win the race. 

             

Today's Weird Word is: Wishy-washy

In the 1640s it was popular to repeat a syllable or part of a syllable and make up words like wishy-washy. The word "washy" was already in use and meant "thin or watery". So by adding wishy to it a person was extra thin and watery. But, by the 1870s wishy-washy was firmly in place describing someone who vacillates and can't make up his/her mind.

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This month's question is:  What were some books that impacted you as a child or young adult?

I love this question. I will endeavor to keep my list short.

Books that impacted me as a child:

Call of the Wild. This was the first book that made me cry and taught me the power of words. I give Jack London (and my mother) credit for setting my feet on the writing path, erratic as it is.

Eloise. If you've never read this delightful book about a very precocious and mischievous six year old who lives in the Plaza Hotel in New York City. Do so. I still have my very lovingly battered copy.

The Cat in the Hat. I am absolutely a huge Cat in the Hat fan. This book taught me that I can have tons of crazy fun just so long as I do no harm and clean up after myself. 

The Oz Books. My mother read most of them out loud to my sister and me. They taught me that there is no limit to imagination. I mean a glass cat with pink brains that you can see working?

Books that impacted me as a teen/young adult:

The Prophet. This was the first book I ever read that made sense of spirituality. The Bible and Christianity just wasn't doing it for me. But this book...this book opened the door to Ancient and Sacred wisdom from around the world.

Islandia by Austin Tappan Wright. This unknown work by an unknown author is a stunning story of a near utopian country that exists in the south Atlantic. It takes place right before WWI and the people of Islandia have to decide if they will open their country to the world or remain isolated. Their country is rich in mineral resources which England, Germany, and the US want to get their hands on. However, the Islandians have not exploited those resources as they love their quiet rural life-style and culture that is at least a thousand years old. The story is told through the eyes a young American man who is acting as a kind of ambassador for the US. I reread this novel about every 10 years and always come away wishing that Islandia really existed. Yes, it has it's flaws, particularly racial flaws. But for the time it was written it still remains relevant. This utopian "fantasy" pre-dates the Lord of the Rings and is 944 pages long. 

Lord of the Rings. No explanation needed.

Cannery Row. This was the first book I read by Steinbeck and I fell in love with him, particularly after struggling to read Hemmingway. For a long time I tried to mimic his style of writing until I finally found my own voice.

Quotes of the Month

Every instant of our live is essentially irreplaceable: you must know this in order to concentrate on life. Andre Gide

It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old. Leigh Hunt

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may be. 

John Dryden

Being Thankful

Today I am thankful that my sister's visit went well.

I am also thankful for the rain we have gotten. It hasn't been enough to break the drought, but it's been enough to make things green for a little while.

What are you thankful for? What books impacted you as child and young adult? Have you ever been "caught red-handed?" 

To be bamboozled is to become a laughing stock, IWSG, Quotes, Being Thankful

 Origins: a recurring post in which I delve into the history of a word or phrase.

Today's phrase is: Be a laughing stock

The word stock has a long and storied history with multiple meanings. You can find much more information here, 

here, and here. But for today, I'm going to narrow things down quite a bit.

The word stock comes down to us through Middle and Old English from the Proto-Germanic word stauk, which means "tree trunk." The use of stocks, as in the picture above, came into practice in Europe in the early the thirteen hundreds. However the use of stocks as punishment goes back all the way to Ancient Greece and many countries have had their own versions. 

The first recorded use of the phrase "laughing stock" is from Shakespeare (who else?) so it was probably something that was in common use at that time. It's easy to imagine the humiliation of being locked into stocks and being laughed at. 

You'd think, in this day and age, that the use of stocks as punishment would be long gone, but as recently as 2020 a town in Columbia put people in stocks for a few hours for violating curfew during the COVID pandemic. 

Today's Weird Word is: Bamboozle

Like many Weird Words, the exact origin of bamboozle - meaning to cheat, trick or swindle - is a guess, but it's been around since at least the early 1700. Some think it comes from the Scottish words bombaze or bumbaze, meaning to confound or perplex. Or, it could be related to bombast, meaning high sounding or inflated. Or, it could be from the French word embabouiner, meaning to make a fool of. OR, it could come from Italian, bambolo, bamboccio, bambocciolo, meaning a young babe, or being babyish, thus by extension describing an old dotard.

Whatever it's origins, I love the way the word feels as it rolls out of my mouth. It's one of those words that sounds just like it means.

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This month's question is: Some common fears writers share are rejection, failure, success, and lack of talent or ability. What are your greatest fears as a writer? How do you manage them?

I've never been afraid of rejection because I know and understand that art of any kind is subjective. What I may like, someone else may not like at all. That's just life and the way human beings are. As an example, I'm not fond of Picasso's art but I love Dali. I'm also not fond of Hemmingway, but I love Steinbeck.  

Success is also subjective. I feel successful just by the simple fact that I have managed to get some stories, articles, and books published. For me it's not about monetary gain, it's about personal satisfaction. You'd think, because I have managed to have a few things published, that I'd be fairly confident about my talent and/or ability. But that's where I get hung up. Even writing up these blog posts there's a sneaky, weaselly part of me lurking in the shadows that snickers and snorts and whispers snarky and niggling things at me like, "You forgot a comma (snort.)" "You STILL can't spell that word? (tsk, tsk)" "What kind of sentence structure is that?(snicker)" "Fingers fumbling with the keys again, eh?" etc, etc, etc. How do I manage it? I plow ahead anyway. I fumble and bumble and stumble and I tell the little sh*t to shut the f**k up!

Quotes of the Month

No man is quite sane. Each has a vein of folly in his composition -  a slight determination of blood to the head, to make sure of holding him hard to some one point which he has taken to heart. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health, through evil the value of good, through hunger the value of food, through exertion the value of rest.

Greek Proverb

One of the saddest lessons of history is this: If we've been bamboozled long enough, we tend to reject any evidence of the bamboozle. We're no longer interested in finding out the truth. The bamboozle has captured us. It's simply too painful to acknowledge, even to ourselves, that we've been taken. Once you give a charlatan power over you, you almost never get it back.

Carl Sagan

Being Thankful

Today I'm thankful that my cataract surgery went well. My eyes are still adjusting, 

but I'm liking how I'm seeing so far. 

Particularly COLORS!

I'm also thankful that my sister will be arriving in a few days and 

staying for most most of month of May.

What are you thankful for? Ever been a laughing stock? Ever been bamboozled? What is your greatest fear as a writer?

Don't get hit in the head by that can of corn while you eavesdrop. IWSG, Quotes, Being Thankful

 Origins: a recurring post in which I delve into the history of a word or phrase.

Today's phrase is: Can of corn 

We ALL know what it means. It's easy, a piece of cake, like rolling off a log, it's a piece of pie. But who knew? I certainly had no idea the origins of this phrase originates with...baseball.

That's right baseball. A "can of corn" is a pop-fly into the outfield that's easy to catch. But why call it a can of corn? 

A Can of Corn

In the early 1900 canned corned was so popular that grocers had shelves stocked high. They used a stick with a hook at one end to get cans off the shelves. They then either caught the cans of corn in their hands or in their aprons. The task became so easy it was "easy as catching a can of corn." 

Now, let's move that into baseball. The early fields (think of the movie Field of Dreams) were often on a farm and the outfields were bordered by, you guessed, corn fields. 

It was Bob Prince, the announcer for the Pittsburgh Pirates (1948-1975) who popularize the term. How cool is that?

Today's Weird Word is: Eavesdropping

It's only been in the last couple of years or so that I learned about this word from some "hysterical" novel or other. I was so surprised I had to look into it and this is what I've discovered.

It's been around for nearly a 1000 years, unchanged in its meaning. It comes from the Old English word “yfesdrype,” which literally means a "place around a house where the rainwater drips off the roof." And that led to people who stand under windows or behind doors to listen in secret to what's being said.

Eavedroppers at Hampton Court

Great Hall at Hampton Court

(And this is what I learned in that hysterical novel I read) Henry the VIII was so opposed to any kind of gossiping or eavesdropping that he had carved and painted wooded heads in the eaves of the Great Hall at Hampton Court to remind people to keep their mouths shut, to remind them that ANYone could be listening at any time. 

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This month's question is:  What fantasy character would you like to fight, go on a quest with, or have a beer/glass of wine with?

It's all about the Lord of the Rings for me. Gandolf and Aragorn, for beer and good fight. Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry for a hearty meal and party. Elrond for intellectual conversation. But most of all Arwen and Galadriel for wine and womanly company. 

Quotes of the Month

The only people who claim that money is not important are people who have enough money so that they are relieved of the ugly burden of thinking about it. Joyce Carol Oates

A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep. Saul Bellow

Being Thankful

Today I'm thankful for the miracle of cataract surgery. 

Left eye on the 8th. Right eye on the 28th.

What are you thankful for? Did you know about the origins of can of corn or eavedropping? What fantasy character would you like to hang out with?

Putting the Kibosh on Mud in Your Eye, IWSG, Quotes, Being Thankful

 Origins: a recurring post in which I delve into the history of a word or phrase.

Today's phrase is: Here's mud in your eye!

This phrase, becoming popular in the 1890s then picking up steam after WWI, has four possible origin stories. It is an American idiom.

1. It may have come from farmers in taverns wishing each other a good harvest, the mud symbolizing good dirt and rain.

2. Some think it comes from the Biblical story of when Jesus heals the blind man by putting mud on his eyes. Thus when someone says, "Here's mud in your eyes," they are wishing you good health.

3. In horse racing, mud gets kicked up, and the riders behind can get mud in their eyes. So it might have been used by someone congratulating or wishing him/herself good luck in a sarcastic, teasing way. 4. Because soldiers dug, lived, fought, and died in the muddy trenches of World War I, some people think it may have become a grim way of wishing fellow soldiers good luck (like actors saying, "break a leg!") Although the phrase is older than WWI, thousands soldiers coming home from the trenches helped popularize it.

Today's Weird Word is: Kibosh

From the OED: "to put the kibosh on: to put a stop to (someone or something); to interrupt or prevent (a plan or course of action); to bring to an end; to do away with."

It's origin is unknown, but some wordsmiths, all far wiser and more educated than me, say it looks Yiddish. Sounds Arabic to me and one source thinks it may come from the Arabic word kurbash, which means whip or lash. 

An early written debut is in a Dicken's story set in a predominately Irish neighborhood. "'Hoo-roa,' ejaculates a pot-boy in a parenthesis, 'put the kye-bosh on her, Mary.'" So... some think if could have come from the Irish word caip bhais or caipn bais, meaning "cap of death," which is what a judge wore when pronouncing someone's death sentence. Other sources say it comes from the 1790s and was a slang word used by British soldiers for describing a gruesome death. Still earlier, 1680s, there is the word cabos'd meaning "having the head cut off close to the shoulders." Anyway you cut it, kibosh clearly means to put an end to something suddenly, to spoil or destroy a plan or idea.

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Let's give a warm welcome to our co-hosts: Ronel Janse Van Vuuren, Pat Garcia, and Liza @ Middle Passages!

This month's question is: If for one day you could be anyone or *thing* in the world, what would it be? Describe, tell why, and any themes, goals, or values they/it inspire in you.

What a great question! I don't want to sound self-righteous, pompous, or egotistical, but... I would like to be a Buddha or a Christ or, at the very least, a transmitter of knowledge, someone who could impart wisdom, healing, love, and compassion to all life everywhere. I'm not asking for much, am I? Both Buddha and Jesus inspire me to work on myself to become a better human, to become more compassionate and accepting of all, even toward those I may feel are my "enemies." After all, Jesus very clearly said: “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."  Like anyone I am fallible. I stumble, I get angry, I get fearful, but when I catch myself - which I am able to do more and more easily as I age - I pause, get centered and remember what Martin Luther King, Jr. said, "𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." In this small way I hope to always breathe out love and healing.

Quotes of the Month

"There is nothing in the world so much admired as a man who knows how to bear unhappiness with courage." Seneca

"Divide each difficulty into as many parts as is feasible and necessary to resolve it." Rene Descartes

"There, I guess King George will be able to read that." John Handcock after signing the Declaration of Independence.

Being Thankful

Today I'm thankful for the music app Pandora, where music to fit my mood is at my finger tips. 

From rock (old and new) to jazz (old and new), 

classical to "new age",

coffee house to Tibetan bowls,

Native American flute to Andean flute...

it's all here.

Music to sooth this savage beast.

What are you thankful for? Who or what would you like to be for one day? Ever had to put the kibosh on anything or anyone? Do you listen to Pandora?

I've got a Crush on Your Bodaciousness, IWSG, Quotes, Being Thankful

It's February, so of course there's going to be a little something about love.

 Origins: a recurring post in which I delve into the history of a word or phrase.

Today's phrase is: I have a crush on you

We all know what it feels like to have a crush on someone or for someone to have crush on you. But how/when/where did the word "crush" come to mean liking someone a whole bunch?

As you might imagine there are numerous theories regarding its evolution. 1.) In Madame Bovary 

Isabella

(1856), there is this passage: "But the more Emma recognized her love, the more she crushed it down that it might not be evident..." 2.) Isabella Maud Rittenhouse, an American who kept diaries between the ages of 16 and 30, is said to have used the word crush in the sense we mean it today in 1884. But I can't find a quote. 3.) Eric Partidge a New Zealand lexicographer, thought crush was a variation on mash which by the 1870s was a popular slang word for being flirtatious. To "mash" on someone was to be head over heels. (A phrase that never quite made sense to me. Shouldn't it been heels over head? Maybe I'll look into that another time.) 4.) The esteemed Oxford English Dictionary suggests that "mash" (which then evolved into "crush") comes from the Romani masherava, meaning to allure or entice. 

There's a lot more on mash/masher but I'm not going to go into all of that.

To have a crush, I think, implies that your feelings for someone are strongly pressing on you, crushing you in a most delightful and, at times, agonizing way.

Today's Weird Word is: Bodacious  What's the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear or read the word bodacious? It's a great word with lots of nuance. Outright, unmistakable, remarkable, noteworthy, outstanding, bold, audacious, brazen, voluptuous, sexy.

It's etymology, from around 1837, is Southern US. It  perhaps comes from "bodyaciously" meaning bodily, totally. Or, it's a blend of bold and audacious (which I like.) It fell out of use but in 1982 became popular again in the movie "An Officer and Gentleman," when Worley says, "Did you see that bodacious set of tatas?" But I think it's real come-back happened when it was used extensively in Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure to mean all it's original meanings of excellence.

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Posting the First Wednesday of every month, the Insecure Writer's Support Group, is the brainchild of Alex Cavanaugh. YOU can sign up HERE to participate.

Every month a question will be posed that may prompt you to share advice, insight, a personal experience or story. Remember, the question is optional. You can write about anything that relates to your writing journey.

Let's give a warm welcome to our co-hosts:    Joylene Nowell Butler, Louise Barbour, and Tyrean Martinson!

This month's question is: Is there a story or book you've written you want to/wish you could go back and change? Short answer? No. I'm happy with all the stories/books I've had published.

Quotes of the Month

‘Sixteen Candles’

That’s why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they’d call them something else.

Unknown

You know that tingly little feeling you get when you like someone? That is your common sense leaving your body.

Jimmy Fallon

Oh, here's an idea: Let's make pictures of our internal organs and give them to other people we love on Valentine's Day. That's not weird at all.

Being Thankful

Today I'm thankful that I'm on the path of getting cataracts removed... A little scared, but thankful it's a much easier process than it was when my grandmother had hers done. 

What are you thankful for? Is there a story or book you've published that you wish you could change? Was your first crush/love a good or not so good experience? (Mine was bodacious!)