A Bad Seed
It's been a long time . . . again. I'm struggling. More and more friends, acquaintances, total strangers have begun to blog since I tapped my first word more than a year ago and they all seem to be so . . . GOOD . I don't mean the blogs are good (they are,) I mean the people are good. They write about doing good, good things happening, just plain goodness. I seem to write about bad things. Not doing bad things (though sometimes I have to admit I can get a little cheeky,) but complaining and whining and drinking and not being the most attentive mother or wife or daughter . Wait, I am doing bad things. I feel like a bad seed. I need to take a long, hard look at myself in the mirror -- not the magnifying mirror. Then I might take note that I need a brow waxing. I know, I know. Vanity is one of my many flaws. But then again, I think vanity is about concealment. Who hasn't worn jeans so no one would see their unshaven legs? Or raced to the salon to color their r
