of "fight or flight", the former

kellyhogaboom — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 11:13:46 -0800

Recently I watched what seemed like an alpha-contest between two or three women in one of the institutions I volunteer with. As a voting member on the team I involved in decisions, meetings, and lengthy discussions around courses of action: calls for policy decisions that seemed necessary to several. I tried my best to be fair and to not allow the strong opinions those involved - some I was close ...

"Clothes are never a frivolity: they always mean something."

kellyhogaboom — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 10:39:03 -0800

Last night I told my husband I was so hurt about something I simply didn't want to discuss it anymore. Somehow our roles had become reversed: he wanted to talk, talk, talk it out, and I didn't. This wasn't because I didn't have the verbiage to offer. In fact I felt like we'd discussed the subject much over the last year - at least. I was done. I didn't know what I was going to do, and I didn't ...

on the bleachers

kellyhogaboom — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 18:30:15 -0700

I homeschool my kids - or rather, I just started to this year (my oldest is in first grade). There are probably more ways to homeschool than most people imagine, and I won't go into detail here; roughly, in our case, we fit our coursework around the more scheduled world of sport programs and physical education. I have noticed, attending a certain homeschooling sports weekly event, that some of ...

Yes I Can and You Can Too!

kellyhogaboom — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 11:07:23 -0700

Even with the supposed "gas crisis" and people bemoaning their personal difficulties in the pseudo-depression - and with mounting concerns over climate change / global warming (choose your phrase depending how head-up-your-arse you are about this reality), I seem to have generated exactly no interest whatsoever when I've attempted to form a dialouge about using alternative, ...

of fear and exposure

kellyhogaboom — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 21:53:19 -0700

It's true: I've lost my balls. I hardly know what my current blog statistics are (my husband used to follow this for me and gleefully report it), but for a couple years my readership crept up, and up, and up. It was easy to write and I did it almost daily. I wrote about my own life with no embellishments and no exaggeration. I wrote what I knew. I wrote as if it were my private ...