At a party a grown woman is wearing pigtails. The host, too, is sporting braided twin ponies. I like this new trend. Women are letting their hair down. Well, in this case they’re putting it up, but you know what I mean. Women are getting real again.
I’m feeling pressure to be cool. I suspect my teenager thinks I’m lame because I’m always saying “no” to everything. I’m not lame, I’m reasonable. And responsible. I’m scheduled, structured and logical, and things just need to go a certain way around here.
Oh man, am I happy I’m on Facebook. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known how everybody on the planet felt about a three-minute press conference. In which case, I would have just woken up, happy that I got to watch my Panthers play in the Super Bowl.
Last week, Donald Trump told the Christian Broadcasting Network that the last time he cried was when he was a baby. I cried today, reading Don Henley’s reaction to the death of Eagle bandmate Glenn Frey.
I think it’s hilarious that the people who made this year’s hottest, most dangerous Christmas toy in the world, named it after the very thing we parents are most famous for, but will not be able to do once they start playing with it. The hoverboard.
This year I put out a holiday gift book called “Holidazed.” And I could write a book about this book. Starting with the fact that, for several days, my little Christmas book was stuck in Bethlehem (Pa.), and that UPS joked it was late because they were delivering it by camel. True.
I figured out the problem with Christmas. There are too many pieces and parts. Which I don’t understand, it’s a birthday. It should be treated as a birthday party – some decorations, some guests, gifts, a song and a Christmas pie.
I’m not entirely familiar with Giving Tuesday, which is the Tuesday after Thanksgiving. But someone tells me it’s to celebrate and encourage giving and address local challenges. Good, because I have several local giving ideas ….
Joy Anderson is a survivor of human sex trafficking. Adopted and raised in a Christian home in Aiken, SC, Anderson became enslaved at 21 years old. The lure of acceptance, protection and a false sense of love held her prisoner for seven years. Today she is free and has gotten her voice back helping others in Cabarrus County.
Jeff SinerThe Charlotte Observer
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