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Patriotism at it’s finest – My thoughts on Colin Kaepernick’s refusal to stand for the National Anthem

For the record, I don’t give a flying *%#^! about football. I don’t watch it, I don’t care. That being said, there has been yet another controversial saga attached to the NFL that I’ll throw my two cents in on.

Over the years, my daughter rarely got in trouble at school. I can count on one hand the number of times I was summons to the principal’s office. The first time stands out in my head and applies to today’s headlines. Jayden must have been in first or second grade when I got a phone call from the school that we needed to have a meeting with her principal and teacher. Apparently my darling daughter refused to stand for the pledge of allegiance. As we sat in the cramped office of the principal’s, my kid explained to the three of us she didn’t feel right about making a pledge of allegiance to a republic for which it stands.

“Listen to the words, mom.” She pleaded with me. “I don’t even know what the republic stands for and if I did, what if I disagree with some of it? I can’t make a promise to something I disagree with.” As an afterthought she added, “And which god?”

FACT: The original pledge of allegiance was written by a socialist in the late eighteen-hundreds so that all the school children of the nation could participate in the opening ceremonies of the World’s Fair which was being held in Chicago, Illinois that year. It was coordinated throughout the country that all the students would recite it at a specified time so they could all feel included.

Recently, Colin Kaepernick, the quarterback for the San Francisco 49’s, refused to stand for the National Anthem. He was quoted as saying “I’m not going to stand up to show pride in flag for a country that opposes black people.” He gave several accurate and poignant examples of why he was protesting. It had nothing to do with the military, the troops or frankly, our government. It has everything to do with the way black people are treated in this country. Mr. Kaepernick has an agenda and an audience and he did just what he set out to do, make a point. A very patriotic point.

When a person consciously decides to exercise their first amendment rights there can be repercussions. Like a visit to the principal’s office or losing an endorsement. (Which, by the way, Colin said even if they do take away his endorsements, he knows he did what was right. He followed his heart, how many of us have done that? If only my minor actions could produce such an awareness.) Either way, as FREE Americans we have the right to stand, or sit when the National Anthem or Pledge of Allegiance is being recited. When Mr. Kaepernick stayed sitting to make a stand, no law broken. He didn’t hurt anyone or cause his team or family or country harm.

Mr. Kaepernick, I applaud you for using your rights as an American citizen to bring to light the discrimination that happens every day in this country. I applaud you for using the NFL as your platform. I agree with you one million times over and would sit by your side while the Star-spangled banner plays any day. Personally, I would not want to be treated like a black person in this country. I can’t imagine any of my white friends wanting to either. (Any of my white readers, raise your hand if you’d like to be treated as a black person? No? No one?) You wanted people talking about how racist and bigoted this country has become and you did it with a simple, non-violent act. Well done, Mr. Kaepernick, well done.

So maybe football isn’t so boring. Let’s go 49er’s!

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Dan Rather reporting on Handwriting

Feeling lazy this week. DAN RATHER wrote this. He said it better than I could have anyway…

I share this article because I find it interesting, informative, and because in the end I beg to differ.

I understand all the points the author makes. She makes them well and her forthcoming book on handwriting sounds very interesting. Perhaps it’s my age, my being a creature of habit, but I feel that she misses one of the essential elements of writing words on paper – the beauty of channeling the mystery of thought, through the mechanics of muscle, into the tangible reality of seeing inked letters on a physical surface. And cursive adds to this process a sense of beauty.

To me this isn’t about the dubious effects of improved mental or small muscle development. It is something essential to being human, to leaving a physical mark of our thoughts. It is what channeled the prehistoric cave painters, the etched hieroglyphics, and anyone who has carved initials into a tree.

Yes we live in a digital age, with electronic redundancies and back up. But just like the vinyl record has clawed its way back from extinction into a small but vibrant niche, I see a purpose for the handwritten thought into the future. There are many utilitarian reasons to not spend precious class time on handwriting. And I know many people who now write better channeling thought directly to keyboard. It is faster and more efficient. No doubt. But from my conversations on this topic, I know that those same people feel different when they sit down to write something physically. It’s not a substitute, it’s an alternate experience.

To lay out a beautifully-rendered note card or fine stationary and gather one’s thoughts to a loved one or friend in times of joy and sorrow, favorite pen in hand, considering where in the paper you will cast your first stroke, is to experience something special. And I hope we do not deny future generations these sublime moments. To me they are a quintessential part of the human experience.

I have saved many a letter from friends and family – some written in a fine hand, some quite sloppy, but most of them seem more personal, more connected then a the product of a computer printer.

Call me old fashioned. Call me out of touch. I call it human and I want to hold on to it.

I would be curious of your thoughts.…/handwriting-just-doesnt-matter.html

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Advice from the Garden

Interesting the sayings, quotes and proverbs that come from gardening. “Oh, she’s such a late bloomer!” and we all know our share of ‘bad apples’. It used to be people grew their own food and the adages represented everyday life. Now days a person has to dig for that hidden wisdom. Here’s some great advice straight from the garden.

The early bird gets the worm. Words to live by. In short, be on time. Or better yet be early. People who are on time are more likely to be dependable and diligent in their work ethics and personal relationships. It also shows that you respect others and their time.  Additional benefits of being on time are improving your own confidence and self-esteem as well as setting a positive example for your children. It’s not always easy to do, but well worth the extra effort.

You reap what you sow. What comes around goes around. Karma. You get the picture. One thing about a garden is it’s reflective of the grower. As with a garden or life, a person’s actions have consequences. If it’s tended, watered and nurtured it will yield results.

He who has a garden and a library wants for nothing (Si hortum in bibliotheca habes, deerit nihil- Marcus Tullius Cicero). This quote is old. Before the Bible old. So, like the Bible there may be more than one interpretation on this piece of advice. One theory could be; if one has a garden their bodies are fed, if one has a library their minds are. Read, learn, stretch your mind.

This is all sound advice that come from the garden. There are those that believe life began in a garden. Others say those that garden believe in tomorrow. Either way, there is nothing like homegrown vegetables to feed the body and spirit. Gardening teaches life lessons such as responsibility, patience and gratitude not to mention the miracle of science.

Personal note: When I was young, I couldn’t keep a houseplant alive let alone entertain the idea of a garden that actually produced vegetables. I was also habitually late for everything I did, (friends and family would take bets on just how late I would be.) Back then, the only person that really mattered to me was me. Rarely did I challenge myself as I was struggling to get by day to day. Life was the task.

Now that I’m older (and much wiser) I have the patience and dedication that it takes to have a garden. I’ve learned the above lessons; yea, I’m the late bloomer (lol). And I know, life is truly like a garden. What you put into it is what you get out of it. Now I’m on-time, so much so on-time is late. Other things in my world have changed for the better and I have to stop and ask myself which came first? The changes I made, then the garden; or did the garden come in my life and then I made specific changes? To me, it’s all relevant. Thanks for reading.

Photo credit: DW Plato

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Vacationing at the Cape (Cape Cod that is…) Travel Blog

“Enjoy the Cape”, my aunt said to me as we headed from Boston to Cape Cod. I had no idea that Cape Cod wasn’t a town but an actual geographical location with approximately fifteen little towns peppering the coast line. To be specific, Cape Cod is the hook shaped peninsula reaching out from Massachusetts into the Gulf of Maine. Apparently, this is where the Pilgrims came in when discovering the New World, coming into Provincetown and then Plymouth.  An English explorer (and lawyer) named Bartholomew Gosnold (is that not a perfect English explorer name? Bartholomew Gosnold?) anyway, he was quoted as saying, ‘We came across a great store of cod upon arrival.’ when they landed in 1602, eighteen years before the pilgrims and Mayflower. Naturally an abundant cape was desired when developing a new country and that’s where the name came from. Cape Cod, the cape full of cod, lol.

It is a picturesque place with lighthouses, ponds, bays, and the ocean. Not to mention, amazing food and quaint little shops to explore. Drinking a Cape Cod (Vodka and Cranberry with Lime) in Cape Cod was on my bucket list and immediately after arriving, I did just that (with extra lime, please.) We met some oyster hunters at the bar. (Okay, oyster farmers-they don’t really hunt oysters.) Their accents were a rural Bostonian and we just kept asking them questions to hear them talk. After explaining the do’s and don’t’s for our whale watching expedition, they recommended The Naked Oyster for dinner. (Best seafood I’ve ever had in my life!) And we set off in search of the humpbacked whales that were winding up their migration.

The Hyannis Whale Watch Cruise said there was a 98% chance we would see whales. (“You’ll see them”, the ticket gal said to our granddaughter with a wink, “They’re there.”) And they were! Approximately twenty-five hundred make it along the east coast every year, we saw about one percent of them. The guides were so informative and had done this so many times, they knew the names and migration patterns of the particular whales we saw. They were identified by their tail markings. Most were in pairs, Mama and Calf. The boat guide explained to us that during their months of migration, they don’t eat or sleep, living off their stored fat. They travel in ‘pods’, 2-6 whales. And they travel thousands of miles every year. When they arrive, they are tired and hungry. Since whales are mammals, they can’t very well go to sleep under water, they will drown. Often they will be seen floating just at the surface with their blow-holes exposed, sawing zzz’s. It was also explained one of their hunting techniques is to swim circles under a school of fish and blow bubbles. The fish get confused and don’t know which way to go so they just hang out in the circle of bubbles, then the whales just open their mouths, chomp.

The whales we saw were very active. It seemed they had patterns of movement and once you watched for a few minutes you could tell which ones were going to breech out of the water. One baby, okay a huge toddler whale, seemed to know we were all oohing and aawwing over him and jumped several times. Seriously, it seemed he was showing off for us. (‘Take a picture, take a picture, take a picture’ he seemed to say-like three-year-olds do. See photo.) His mama was always hanging out close by to make sure her little one was safe. Mama whales keep their young with them from two to three years until they are old enough to start their own families. The humpback whales’ song is the loudest noise that any mammal on earth makes. It can be heard up to five miles away and it has been disputed over what they are communicating. Some believe the song is a male dominance yell while others believe the whales are simply chatting up their whereabouts and intentions. (easier and more effective than Facebook, yes?)

Overall, I highly recommend this area if you’re looking for a U.S vacation spot. In fact, I can’t wait to go back!
It’s a magical, beautiful and delicious place to explore. (No wonder the whales come back again and again.)


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Critiquing the master… End of Watch by Stephen King

I was a reader before I was a writer. One can’t read as much as I do without being at least slightly familiar with the great Stephen King. For the record, my favorite of his fifty-five novels is his auto-biography, On Writing; A memoir of the craft. That book isn’t like his others as it is about his life, his struggles and successes (not as horrifying as the stories he creates, but truly sometimes facts are stranger than fiction). The story of his life changed my life, literally, but that’s not this review…

Stephen King’s most recent read is End of Watch. The third and final book of a series featuring Detective Bill Hodges (Mr. Mercedes and Finders Keepers.) Without creating a spoiler alert, I’m a suicide survivor. Anyone who has lived through losing a loved one in that way knows the pain. It’s as if a grenade exploded in your family, really, like no other grief. Oddly this novel was a comfort to me. The idea of a diabolical mastermind, (Brady AKA the Mercedes Killer) controlling the victims, tricking them into taking their lives is a nicer idea than my loved ones doing it themselves. The way the master of suspense sets up his scenes leaves the reader believing (as always). This has been a problem of mine when I listen to Stephen King’s books on audio, (one morning-listening to Cell if I remember right-I missed my exit by about twenty-five miles before I snapped back into the real world as asked myself, “where the hell am I?”) I think we come to expect that with Mr. King’s terror tales. Full immersion.

End of Watch is a classic Stephen King suspenseful thriller. It leaves the reader on the edge of their seats and wanting more. (And at the same time screaming silently, ‘make it stop’). The characters are likable and believable as ever. It’s a picture-perfect ending for the Hodges trilogy. Another home run, damn impressive Mr. King! Thumbs up. Highly recommend.

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Why I’m voting for Hillary.

Only in Hollywood does the underdog come back and win the Presidential election. Tears streamed down my face the day after Senator Sanders lost the primaries. Literally, I cried into my morning coffee. As my sadness stopped, I realized what he accomplished by making it to the Presidential ‘final round’. America is waking up. Awareness is key.

Here’s why I’m now voting for Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.

Let’s face it, the President is a figure head. We all saw how difficult the Republicans made President Obama’s job. They figuratively ‘tied his hands’ on many policies he tried to get through, voting down one good idea after another. The same will happen with Hillary. Throw in the misogyny attitudes towards the fact she’s female… My guess is she’ll have more challenges and road blocks than ever.

This is also why it makes sense for Hillary to choose Tim Kaine. If the Clinton campaign wins Kaine be replaced by a Democratic (due to a Democrat governor-other options had a Republican governor giving that state a potential Republican replacement.) This will keep their numbers strong. Leaving Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren where they are makes more sense in a bigger overall picture of law and policy creation. They are leaders in the Senate. The Democrats need to take control of the House of Representatives. Again, it’s a bigger picture than the title POTUS. There’s more to it than the figure-head. The Democratic party needs to play the long game too. Tim Kaine could also make a great candidate for the next presidency when Hillary’s run is over. Here’s why.

He’s young. From everything I can find, he seems ‘center-left’ which is where this country should be. He’s genuine. He’s not obnoxious. He’s for the Latino community. He’s not for the NRA. He believes in global warming and knows the urgency of it. He’s against No Child Left Behind and high-stakes testing. He’s sincere. He’s positive and upbeat. He’s not a hawk. He’s against war. He’s for cutting subsidies to big oil. He’s for cutting interest on student loans. He’s smart. He’s for allowing the Bush tax cuts for the wealthy expire. He’s not orange. He’s funny. And there doesn’t seem to be any ‘skeletons’ in his preverbal closet. (Refreshing. And he made President Obama’s short list for possible VP nominees.)

After doing little more research I’ve discovered the low-key senator of Virginia and I have the same stance on women’s rights. Although Catholic he’s pro-choice. I won’t hold his religion against him but my stance is the same. I wouldn’t have an abortion. That was my personal decision to make. I think each woman should have that choice, period, end of story. Senator Kaine has been quoted as saying the same thing, it’s the woman’s choice and he is certainly all for keeping government out of those personal decisions, upholding Roe v Wade.

Naturally, we don’t agree on everything but there isn’t a candidate that I agree with on every stance. He’s for the TPP, I’m not. But I agree with Clinton and Kaine on more than I don’t. I’m old enough to remember the George W Bush Jr. fiasco with the third party candidate Ralph Nader. We can’t let that happen again. United we stand. I think even Bernie would agree with me, the Democratic ticket is the only logical choice this election. (And that’s why I’m voting for Hillary.)

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Neil Degrasse Tyson’s Handwriting Analysis.

As requested, I’m going Neil Degrasse Tyson’s writing this week. I looked at many signatures and found his is relatively consistent letting us know his public image is just that, consistent. His writing matches to a degree as far as the pressure and size goes, that lets us know that what you see is what you get with this man. (it was a challenge to find examples of his writing that wasn’t his signature.) He is in public the same as he is in private. The first thing I noticed about his signature was the heavy pressure, which is also seen in his writing. This shows a person of passion and whether he’s discussing science, relationships or the weather, he’s going to exhibit enthusiasm about his topics. There is also a definite ‘fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me’ indications in his writing. You won’t want to piss him off as he takes his time getting over injustices.

Obviously, he’s intelligent, this is shown in his writing as well as his signature. It’s not faked. He’s a peace keeper and has the tendency to have long, meaningful relationships. There is a desire for attention and a desire for more responsibility shown in his writing, both correlate with being a middle child and probably came naturally as he grew-up. There are indications he finishes what he starts. He is a deep thinker and enjoys the art of dissecting theories and analyzing. The N is the letter of friendship and Mr. Tyson’s shows when he makes emotional connections they are strong and lifelong. The middle initial, D is interesting how he writes it. It’s the letter of sensitivity and he has a tendency to be private and may have emotional walls built around him. The T in his last name shows good old fashion work values. And he has generosity in his public image. Also, on most of his signatures, there is an underscore showing his ego and self-importance.

It was great getting to know this intelligent man through his signature. Before I started I didn’t know much about him other than his passion for science.

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My all-American rant – Happy Independence Day

A very unpatriotic rant.

I suppose most of you are out barbecuing hot dogs and setting off bottle rockets and are entirely too busy to be reading random rants on internet blogs. It gives me a bit of a thrill to know I can say whatever comes to mind without worry of a very big audience.

As most of us out there, I grew up with parents born during the end of the WWII era that became adults during the Vietnam conflict. My folks were as apple pie patriotic as they come, red, white and blue through and through. Tears would spring to our eyes when we heard the Star Spangled Banner. Specifically, after learning what the men and women of that particular battle went through to create this amazing country. Francis Scott Key’s beautiful take on the morning after that battle and what that flag still flying truly meant gave me shivers; I’m that proud of this country.

While I was pregnant with my daughter, the Oklahoma City bombing happened. It was the first time I hesitated a bit as far as being safe in America. A white, homegrown terrorist? Here, in this country? Safety of that sort isn’t something most of us think about until tragedy strikes. Anyway… When the fourth of July, 1995, rolled around Lee Greenwood’s God Bless the USA was recently on the top of the country-western charts, and that night, watching the fireworks show, I thought how fortunate my child was being born into this great country. Tears streamed down my face at how proud I was to be an American. At that time, I thought of my country like a reliable relative. My grandparents’ oldest brother, Uncle Sam, here to protect and take care of me and ensure I was privileged enough to raise my child in the best country in the world, free. Free to choose our religion, free to raise my daughter as I saw fit, free to work hard, play hard, make money, save, retire.

As I aged, it seemed my favorite uncle wasn’t exactly the way he was portrayed.

When my first grader refused to stand and recite the pledge of allegiance, (written by a socialist, did you know that?), I had to stop and take note. She had valid points. “Mom,” she said, “have you really listened to the words of the pledge? It’s a promise and I can’t do it.” She saw my puzzled look and continued, “What does the Republic stand for anyway? I can’t pledge anything if I don’t know what it stands for? What if I don’t agree with it? Then I made a promise of allegiance to something I don’t agree with! And one nation under which god?”

Later that year, 9-11 happened. The fake patriotism made me want to barf. Support Our Troops… Because they got a really bad deal? Because they are being forced into a war about… what? The more I read, researched and learned, it became apparent my good old Uncle Sam was nothing what I thought. He became that weird family member that does shady deals behind closed doors, a drug dealer, a gambler, a hypocrite, a pervert, a gluttonous misogynist pig.

When my daughter was in junior high she came home and threw her backpack across the living room? When she saw my look of concern she screamed, “Did you know, in this country white women only make seventy-three cents for every dollar a man earns?” She could see by the look on my face I did know that. “This is America for crying out loud!” She stormed into her room and slammed the door. (I’ve wondered if it was that moment that pushed her into International Policy for her college major.) Foreign exchange students came and went in our lives, it was interesting to see how they viewed the good old U.S.A. Interesting even more to compare their governments and laws, what works where they are from and what doesn’t. I started seeing that we weren’t as free as I had been told all my life.

As non-Christians, we were out-casts; as women, we made less money. I have black nieces and have to put up with dirty looks and whispers when we go out with them. People who grow pot spend more time in our ridiculous money making private prisons than rapists and child molesters and none of the above will get any type of rehabilitation from our system. Cops can kill because of the shade of a person’s skin. The Brock Turners of the world get pampered and are allowed to do whatever they want while the Trayvon Martins die for doing nothing. Free?

And our civic rights? The United States voting system… I realized a few presidential elections ago how our votes don’t really count. They give us the ‘license to bitch’, but because of the broken two party/super delegate system, (not to mention voter suppression), the people’s votes don’t really count (Right, Hillary?). Oh, and then there’s the gun-owning Americans that are too selfish to allow smart restrictions on lethal weapons screaming about their second amendment rights when its really all about money. A gun is a retail product. All. About. Money.
(By the way, did you know, recently your fourth amendment rights were taken away, modified. No one is talking about that ratification of that amendment because it isn’t big money. Seriously, just this year, look it up.)

The 2016 Presidential election gave me a glimmer of what could be but it was extinguished by corporate American greed. In my opinion that is the problem, greed. It dawned on me the debates from when I was a child were the same ones still going on. The war on women and their reproductive rights, the war on drugs and making millions doing it, gun rights and oil. Decade after decade and we can’t move on from those topics? Things can’t change? What is wrong with this country? My country has started letting me down over and over again. Now-days, it’s more surprising when the government gets something right. Even as much as I love President Obama, I don’t agree with all of his policies specifically the TPP (Trans-Pacific Partnership). (Although, I must admit, it was easier to stomach when he slow-jammed the news with Jimmy Fallon about it.) There are things this country does that are just down-right embarrassing, redefining what it is to be American.

Okay, I can hear some of you saying ‘Well, if you don’t like it here, just leave.’ And I ask you, is that how you settle conflicts with your uncles? You don’t like the way a family member behaves and so you divorce them because of their bad choices?  To be fair, I have never gone anywhere out of this country that I haven’t met a person that is dissatisfied with something regarding where they live; the government, the weather, the people, etc… This country IS great, it’s amazing! But perhaps we can learn from our mistakes, change and get better; it’s called life in the real world. There is no perfect place on this earth or we would all be migrating there, and I know how good we have it. (And know how good it could be.)

Lets face it folks, this rant… I’m only exercising my freedom of speech. Happy birthday, America. Cheers to the next two-hundred and forty years.

PS-if you’re wondering about the picture… I Googled ‘Creepy Uncle Sam cartoons’ and this one was by far the best. It bothers me when I hear people my age(or older) say they just have never really been into politics until this year and I believe they are part of the problem, but really… can we handle the truth? And if we know it, will we be strong enough to make any changes?
(Aahhh… deep thoughts by Dacia.)

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Gillian Flynn – Three of four novels, review

Was I the only person that read Gone Girl and hoped the movie would be better than the book? Honestly, I wondered how that particular novel was chosen for a movie. Usually, the books are way better than the movie, but… I didn’t like the film any better than the book when it comes to Gone Girl. The premise of the book was entertaining but it seemed to me the book dragged on and on and there weren’t any surprises at the end. (I pretty much had figured out the way it was all going to come down only a third way in.) That being said, I applaud anyone who can successfully write a novel and thought I shouldn’t give up on the author. Gone Girl just wasn’t my cup of tea. If you haven’t read it or seen the movie, basically, a wife disappears and it looks like the husband was behind the whole thing but the woman was really just trying to get revenge on the husband and make herself famous and put her husband behind bars. The husband figures it out as he knows his innocence and his wife. Okay, no more spoiler-alerts if you haven’t read it. I had heard many people rave about the story, book and movie but it just didn’t grab me.

Impressed with Ms. Flynn’s website, if not her writing, I thought I’d give her another try and picked up The Grownup. It was a short book and I thought that would solve the on-and-on problem of Gone Girl. To be truthful, I couldn’t put it down and was disappointed it was so short. In Grown-ups, I thought I had the ending all figured out and BAM, Gillian Flynn right hooks and the end takes a little twist that left my mouth agape. This read was about a young woman trying to make it as a physic and one specific client. The client has a creepy step-son that gives the plot many twists. After finishing this book, I couldn’t stop thinking about it and went back to see what else Ms. Flynn had published.

So it’s sounding like I’m just a picky reader, right? The first one too long, the second one too short… Goldie-locks of book reading, good grief. The third book I picked up from this author was Dark Places. Like with the blonde kid and the three bears, this one was just right. Each chapter I changed my mind on how I thought the author would conclude the story and I was still wrong. This book left me on the edge of my seat and kept moving throughout so I didn’t get bored. It’s about a family that a horrific murder happened in their house where the mom and two of the sisters were killed. The youngest, seven at the time, testifies it was the older brother and he is convicted and goes to prison. Decades later, a group of inquiring minds called The Kill Club introduces the protagonist to alternate theories of her family’s deaths. She starts piecing the murders together and discovers the truth about what happened that night- (that’s all I’m saying, again, no spoilers.)
One of the great things about Gillian Flynn’s writings is the characters are believable and likable, even the ones you’re not supposed to like. I’m also impressed with the way she flips things when you are least expecting it, keeping the reader hooked. In my eyes, two of Gillian’s three books I’ve read entertained me and kept me wanting more so I’ll have to give her a huge thumb’s up and look forward to the next one of her novels. Sharp Objects anyone?

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Man-Crush Monday Handwriting Analysis; President Obama

Man Crush Monday Handwriting Analysis! Over the last seven and a half years, I’ve had a few recurring dreams where I’m having an affair with President Obama. Usually the dream involves me being sly, creeping along a hallway, not wanting to get caught, tip-toeing around the white house, reading a note he’s left me, or trying to sneak onto the Air Force One. On the rare occasion he makes a cameo appearance in these dreams, I think, ‘Wow, he’s so tall.’ or ‘Dang, I wish he could do a third term.’

I’m going to miss him and his lovely wife in the White House and know they will continue to do amazing things. Here’s my take on his handwriting. (I was able to look at quite a few samples as there is a site designated to his handwriting.) Oh, and I should mention, there are only a few things you CAN’T tell about a person by their writing, which hand they are using is one of those. For the record, President Obama is left-handed. (This is not completely unusual with Presidents; Bill Clinton, George Bush Sr. and Harry Truman were also lefties.)

President Obama’s slant is almost straight up and down, indicating a head-over-heart thinker. He demonstrates caution in his approach to dealings, weighs out his options, tends to ‘sleep on it’ before rushing into decisions. He was independent and forward thinking from a young age. There is determination, compassion, intelligence and great conversation skills shown in his writing. He also print-writes, a combination of cursive and printing. His shows he can be flexible, empathetic and friendly. He’s about service to others, he craves more responsibility and he has a great balance between work and play.

Signatures are the way we want to believe people view us, our writing is the real us. President Obama’s signature is slightly different than his writing. He may be a bit aloof in his home life, more goal-driven and focused in his professional world. His signature shows privacy yet a desire to stand out in public. His initials are proportionately larger than his writing. This is also something that is seen in many politicians, actors and musicians. (It’s related to their ego.) There is also that classic, ‘fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me’ attitude shown in his signature specifically. And a lot of generosity is shown in his public image/signature.

The dishonesty that is revealed in his writing is ‘dishonesty by omission’, which is to say, he doesn’t lie, he just may leave out details or be clever in changing the subject and not answering at all. There are high moral standards, like being faithful and loyal (no love-affairs, dang it…) He also displays charm, charisma and poise. Thank you, President Obama, for a fabulous two-terms. (I had a hard time deciding which writing sample to steal from the web, there were many to choose from. I used this one in memory of the horrific massacre that happened yesterday in Orlando. ‘We remember, we rebuild, we comeback stronger’ let’s hope smarter too #endgunviolence )