Positively Mom Street

"Son of a bitch, give me a drink"  I think this pretty much sums up election night 2016. Regardless of candidate choice, drinks were drunk  - in celebration and commiseration. The question is - are you ready to put down the bottle?  Be cause whether your candidate won or lost - we're in it for the long haul.   "Meet the new boss...same as the old boss" Did you know only one half of our entire nation actually VOTED in the election?  And only HALF of them voted for either major party candidate?  So that means just about 25% voted Trump, and 25% voted Clinton - and 50% said "None of this is for me" and opted out.  Why? Alienation?  Discrimination?  Disenfranchisement? No matter but the fact remains that less than half of the nation felt the candidates were running "for them."  And that's pretty depressing.  "Darkness has a hunger that's insatiable - and lightness has a call that's hard to hear"

...to get through this thing called life. 1987.  I'd just turned 13 years old and received a cassette tape for my birthday.  "Purple Rain" by Prince. This is a cassette tape!  It played music in the dark ages. Now, we won't go into what would compel otherwise solid parents to give a 13 year old this music, but they did.  And to put it mildly - it rocked my world. I listened to that tape relentlessly.  Every. Single. Day.  I knew all the words to every song - even Darling Nikki - though I really had no idea what he was talking about.  Still not sure I do at 42 - but that is another blog for another day. But I loved it.  Loved it.  I was blown away by the sound - but mostly by the man.  I'd never met anyone in real life ANYTHING like Prince.  Granted - I should preface this by saying I grew up in a very rural, very white area of Upstate New York.  So - my world view was a smidge limited - but that didn't dim the wonder in the least bit. Me in ou

Happy New Year! 2016 is here and along with it comes a hefty dose of reality.  I'm not sure about you, but I'm fairly certain I survived solely on sugar and alcohol in December. I am feeling it in January.  I know I should get serious and get back on track - and I will - I always do - but wonder if I need to enlist an old foe - the scale. A little background.  About 2 years ago I decided I was not going to weigh myself anymore.  Just wasn't going to do it.  Mostly because for the past 20 years or so the scale has ruled my life.  The slightest fluctuations (up or down) set the tone for my day.  Lost .1 pounds?  It was a red letter day of joy and happiness.  Gained .1 pounds?  It was a truly terrible, horrible, no good day.  And so it went.  Day after day, year after year I allowed this tool to determine my moods, set the tone for my day and generally control my life. One day I decided enough was enough.  I stopped stepping on the scale.  I figured I could determine my