Bio...? Selfie Part 1

So I was asked for a bio for BONK! Revelation...

I always took pictures promoting others talents!

Well my children's talents, but it branched out to others, being on the yearbook committee

at Fine Arts. I got to know the talents school wide...and understandably something that is necessary if you are in competition such as music.

...same for sports.  I was more of a Music Mom instead of a Soccer Mom...

There were years of being a Softball Mom (NOT Baseball!) as I was corrected repeatedly!!!

...and when my older daughter actually was on Varsity Golf she would not let me come watch!

It was HER thing with friends SHE picked...she didn't need Hover Mom.


My younger one was a fidget-bucket. We tried violin but she wanted to be a social butterfly.

The school I picked was probably not the best match but she had already fallen in love with her 1st

grade teacher and the musical the teachers collaborated on was right up our alley.

I lost my place after that...

My older one preferred to be on her own and the younger one was in a sea of academically charged students and parents where we were struggling to get reading scores up to snuff.

....and they rejected my yearbook committee volunteer offer...another mom had cemented her claim and declined to share.


...to be continued!

All I want is time... (my old friend)

Time to rehash old thoughts...

Time to revalate in why I do what I do with my time...


I realized a couple weeks ago.

All that I do is an offshoot of where we left off...

(my old friend)


being a water keeper...

taking more interest in special interest groups...

art groups, artists including poets, taking pictures of artists.


volunteering for organizations where my exposure is increased

in the circles that seem they are likely to intersect...


with yours...and implode again.

(my old friend)


Even the business of daily life is what I need to keep from

Falling back to thinking that I should care to know...

Anymore...

(my old friend)


And even then...my whirlwind and yours may collide

and implode again.  It's redundant. but I like that line.