Fiction Friday, Guest Blogs and Featured Spotlights, Special Occasions, TGIF, This Day In Literature

SOMETHING MISSING

Author Hazel F. Robinson has been supportive of me in the past few months and so I wanted to do something for her in return.

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Go check out “Something Missing”, currently on sale.

Available at the following links (both UK and US versions)::

http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00YCJ3D7M/ref=redir_mdp_mobile_fh/181-5331324-1546753?ie=UTF8&redirectFromSS=1&pc_redir=T1&noEncodingTag=1&fp=1

http://www.amazon.com/Something-Missing-Book-True-Love-ebook/dp/B00K08ROEC

Now out from Little Bird Publishing House.

Check them out on Facebook.

Also, check her out on Facebook while there:

Hazel.F.Robinson books

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History, Memoir and Reflections, Shows and Events, Special Occasions, Throw-back Thursday

I’d Like To Buy The World A Coke: My Mad Men Wrap-up, Part Two

One ad in particular would be the main focal point for the conclusion of seven seasons of advertising campaigns and social unrest.

Coca-Cola

The Making of Coca-Cola’s “I’D LIKE TO BUY THE WORLD A COKE” Ad

I will admit I needed a few days to ruminate over how show creator Matthew Weiner wrapped everything up like he did.

As series finales go: I’ve seen better, I suppose, but I’ve definitely seen worse. Being unable to see the now famous smile was a big part of it. Not immediately recognizing the iconic ad to follow was another part. I would not be born for another thirteen years.

the more I thought about it, the more I thought, why not. Why wouldn’t Don find himself, after years of torment and secrets, on a hilltop california retreat?

I missed the subtle clues and hints, leading up to the end. I guess I do recall something about a Coke machine.

Mmmmm, coke.

I am several years too young to remember anything substantial about the above classic Coke ad from 1971 – and yet coke has played a big part in my own life, growing up.

I did not have a dad quite like the other dads. Mine was less a beer swigging father and more of the Coke guzzling, while watching sports kind.

The only Coke commercial I think on fondly is the one with the cute polar bears, the white ones who live in Canada’s north and like to kick back with an icy coca-cola now and again.

I remember, fondly, the sound of the polar bears, as they opened their bottles of Coke and growled with delight.

Never mind the fact that polar bears don’t drink Coke. That never mattered. This was more fun to imagine.

I remember the sound they made, as they walked – the crunch and the crispness of the snow underfoot; this, paired with the jingle of bells signified Christmas for me, as a child.

As for the original:

This 1971 coke commercial seemed to be about the end of innocence, but of the reuniting of the people. Could a soft drink really bring all kinds of people together? Just ask Don.

I didn’t want to write strictly on the characters and their story arcs because I know (like my father for instance) that not all of us watched Mad Men. I was surprised he didn’t.

This coming from the girl, me, who almost missed the Mad Men boat altogether.

I broke this review into two parts, one about the sixties and the other about a 1971 Coca cola ad, because I would hate to totally exclude any possible readers here.

I have enjoyed reading not only the reviews and interviews on such publications as the New York or Los Angeles Times, but also from my fellow bloggers.

When I came across a certain post titled It’s a Mad Mad Men World, I admit to that familiar feeling I feel when I hear a song lyric or line from somewhere, saying something I wish I myself had said.

I took the opportunity, all while still thinking up as many Mad Men puns as I possibly could, to share this blogger’s post. As I was temporarily prevented from blogging like I normally did, due to unforeseen mechanical issues, I shared her review and included a personal touch of my own:

“When people run in circles it’s a very very, mad world.”
–Tears For Fears, Mad World

Coke and Tears For Fears. These things both bring up strong waves of nostalgia for me. Mad Men could be sumed up in one word: “Nostalgic”.

Whether it be the sixties, seventies, or eighties I think we all can relate to how it feels to reflect back on our individual and our shared past.

Is Don doomed to make the same mistakes, over and over again? for that matter, are all of us?

It’s a mad world, indeed, but most things in life can be forgotten, if only we just kick back and crack open a refreshing Coca Cola now and then.

Hello Giggles – Deep Diving Into That Coke Commercial

EW – Mad Men, Coke Commercial, Series Finale

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Feminism, IN THE NEWS AND ON MY MIND, Kerry's Causes

Q Is For Quiverfull

There is a lot of talk, here in Ontario lately, about what is and isn’t appropriate for our children.

Stories are being covered in the media:

Students Are Fighting Back Against School Dress Codes With #CropTopDay

and

5 Myths and Facts About Ontario’s Updated Sex Education Curriculum

I have wanted to write about my thoughts on the sex ed program for a while and had planned to.

Then other stories have made the news since I first started brainstorming what I wanted to say.

For example:

http://abcnews.go.com/Health/chlamydia-outbreak-hits-texas-high-school-sex-ed/story?id=30798143

I always try to mull over an issue for a while first, anything as important as this, before I go running my mouth here. I did not want to go off on a tangent, but I have so many thoughts and strong feelings about healthy sexuality and gender issues.

I know the religious and cultural beliefs and how important those are to people.

I guess parents should request that their children go to the library while these classes are being taught, but recess and after school – kids talk.

I have a vested interest in these issues, although I have no children of my own. I have a niece who has recently started school. I have nephews who will soon be doing the same. Of course, I want them to learn in a healthy way, both in school and out of it, wherever that might be.

I believe in age appropriate, but what exactly does that mean? I believe in being honest and truthful, to call things what they are, all while not making children grow up any faster than they already do.

When I recently heard a story of an eleven-year-old caught watching porn on a phone, I admit I shuddered at the thought of lost innocence. I don’t know the appropriate age. When can these things be used in healthy ways? Just who is best able to put things of a sexual nature in their proper context and place?

How does shame get exposed? How do we keep our children from seeing the darker side of life? Anything having to do with sex doesn’t have to equal this darkness, but there is a fine line. When will people accept the fact that not talking about these things does not prevent them?

What is consent? – Laci Green explains.

“Be fruitful and multiply.”

:-(

What is Quiverfull?

I had never heard this term before the other day. At first I would have guessed it was a word from some fantasy series, such as the supply of arrows Legolas had at his ready, in The Lord of the Rings.

I never would have guessed it was a term used to describe the excuse religion sometimes gives to have as many children as possible and to condemn any form of birth control.

What about when one of your multiple children commits a terrible crime against other, defenceless children?

Excuses are being made, as usual, such as a common favourite:

14-year-old was “playing” doctor, so leave him alone

He was only a child himself, who didn’t know any better.

I am not here to blindly cast judgment on any entire group of people or what they choose to believe.

I am only sickened by the extremes, the excuses, and the hypocrisy.

I don’t know what could really be going on inside the family in question. Truthfully though, it scares me to even try to imagine it.

I could never bring myself to watch the show. It all seemed rather creepy to me.

Of course, I had my own feelings on the multiple children part. I see firsthand a world so unfair, where someone can have so many babies, while someone else can hardly have one.

I was taught not to be extreme in any direction, in any area. I happen to think this is a really healthy way to live life.

We’re taught to trust our parents and other authority figures. We are told, from a very young age, that we should do what we are told by these people because they know better, right?

Not to question them.

The trouble is, being an adult or a parent does not equal knowing what is right and doing the right thing. Plenty of adults make mistakes and employ horrendous judgment.

This leaves the children, under their charge and their care, vulnerable to the affects.

Then there is the hierarchy of men and women, which I suspect bleeds into boys and girls, starting at an early age.

Yes, I call this a feminist issue because we must no longer allow the belief that men are superior to women to continue.

I understand the need for something like a dress code. That’s just a part of life. It’s going to extremes again though, when you tell both guys and girls that how short a girl’s shorts are or how much skin is showing with a particular top will tempt or distract any male in close proximity – this is what needs to stop. It perpetuates the myths and the harmful beliefs.

I don’t see how this family was okay to be in the spotlight, to have a show on TLC, but other things were not okay.

Home schooling seems odd to me. Again, to each his own, but what exactly are the parents who decide to home school their children afraid of?

Same fear about the revised sex ed in the schools in my province here in Canada.

God forbid we actually talk and teach. It’s getting these subjects out in the open that’s going to be the antidote to the fearful silences which allow abuse to thrive, no matter what religion we’re talking about.

I try to believe that sexual assault and abuse aren’t all that common, but it starts with ancient, outdated, and incorrect beliefs and practices. It’s an issue of culture and feminism. I am sorry to throw any religion under the bus, but any set of beliefs that says one group is superior to another is moving toward dangerous territory.

What was a network like TLC thinking, giving a show to just such a family in the first place?

Sensationalism.

What were the parents of this family thinking?

I can’t imagine what goes on when a family has so many children in it. Be “fruitful” my ass. That many of anything is rarely going to end well. You lose your place in a group that big. Jealousy is a common human emotion. Feeling powerless must have played a part.

Who is surprised at these revelations? I regret to say, I am not. I knew this situation was a recipe for disaster, for something like this to come out one day.

I don’t discount the one who committed these acts of violation. I ask where or how he learned it was okay in the first place and what decisions and choices made it acceptable, in any way, shape, or form.

So of course there are plenty of news stories, reports, and things coming out about the family and their affiliations.

Quiverfull of Shit: A Guide to the Duggar’s Scary Brand of Christianity

TLC and advertisers are backing out. Sorry is being said. Apologies. Are they enough? Does anything actually change?

So while the world is horrified by the way a girl dresses for school, an honest and updated sex education curriculum, or some young woman spreading positive advice on YouTube, my fears are of the silences that go on behind closed doors. It’s the stuff that is kept hidden and not discussed that causes open wounds that fester and scars that never fully heal.

In a future post, related to this issue, I will discuss the documentaries that have been making the news lately.

What do you think? Where do you think the problems truly lie? How can we best protect our children, giving them the tools to thrive and be healthy?

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Blogging, Shows and Events, This Day In Literature, Writing

To Blog or Not to Blog: What I Learned at the Creative Nonfiction Writers’ Conference

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Once more: I’m so glad to be back. I am home.

Originally posted on Lisa Braxton:

I spent the weekend in Pittsburgh reconnecting with a friend of mine and while I was there we attended the Saturday portion of the Creative Nonfiction Writers’ Conference. At the registration table they told me that about 175 people attend from most major cities as well as a high concentration of people from the Pittsburgh area. I’ve been a subscriber to the organization’s literary magazine for CNF Registrationyears and have submitted work that unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) hasn’t been accepted for publication.

Be that as it may, I was pleased to finally meet the people who produce the literary magazines and blogs that have been a part of my life for many years.

During the morning session on how to get published, agents, authors, editors and freelance writers discussed the value of a writer having a blog. I found much of what was said useful…

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Blogging, Guest Blogs and Featured Spotlights, Memoir Monday, The Redefining Disability Awareness Challenge

Lessons From Little People in my Life

Here I am. I’m back.
I did not abandon the

Redefining Disability Awareness Challenge,

like it may have seemed. I love being a part of this project, that I hope will continue on for a long time to come.

The last time I answered one of the questions for RDAC was several weeks ago and I will tell you why that is in two weeks time.

But first…back to business.

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Q: What barriers do you encounter in your daily life, when it comes to disabilities?

A: My daily life does not contain children, at least not my own, but that doesn’t mean I wish it didn’t.

Last week was infertility Awareness Week, here in Canada, which made me think a lot about what it takes to raise and protect a child. I think about all the ways my blindness would make raising a child more difficult. I see that there would be barriers of all kinds. The more time I spend with my niece and nephews, one of whom on a weekly basis, I see just how much work it is and all the little things that one might not think of.

Having a baby is a huge thing. You can’t know how huge until you take part, even in some small way, like I’ve been doing in the past five years.

First a niece was born. Then came two nephews. This has been the best five years of my life, but it has made me think about my own life in a whole new way.

This isn’t a daily occurrence at this time, but who knows. Of course, plenty of people who just so happen to be visually impaired or blind also just so happen to have children of their own. Not so unusual.

I simply think about how this would be for me, the more time I spend, gladly taking on and experiencing what it’s like to be responsible for a little person.

They are experiencing everything, all so new in the world, and you must constantly be on the move with them, to keep up with where their little minds and bodies are going.

At any moment they could need you to jump in, to assess risk, to make sure they are safe. This is a responsibility I do not take lightly, now that I have nephews and a niece who mean more to me than I ever could have imagined.

I wonder about the daily life of my future and the barriers I could face. Or not. I really can’t say. I just know I love the moments and the days I spend with the little people in my life now. They are constantly placing these barriers in front of me, as a challenge to teach me things about life and to help me grow as a person.

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Redefining Disability has a brand new Facebook page, which I am pleased to be a part of:

The Redefining Disability Project

Check us out there and, barring any further laptop mishaps (not going to happen) – I will be back, next Monday, to answer the following:

What is your opinion about forced treatment, and who should decide when a person is or is not capable of making sound decisions about treatment?

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Blogging, Guest Blogs and Featured Spotlights, TToT

TToT: Got My Groove Back

Here goes. Hope this is how it is done.

Ten Things of Thankful

Sunday:

Sometimes good things come at the most unexpected of moments. While I watched a Ken Burns documentary on America’s role in the Second World War I was given the idea for a book I long to write. It’s a first step.

For thoughtful and conclusive series finales. Mad Men is over. It was a great great show.

Monday:

For spinning strawberry rides with my nephew. Spin, spin, spin. Too small to ride the Ferris wheel just yet, but there’s always next year. He just needs to grow because he is so tiny still. I love Ferris wheels and hope to ride plenty with him, but not so sure I want him to grow up.

For soft serve vanilla ice cream and chocolate covered dipped cones.

Tuesday:

For pizza with family and birthdays. Happy Birthday to my lovely sister. Glad I got to celebrate another one with her.

:-)

Wednesday:

For mashed potatoes, more like potato soup. There might have been an issue draining off the water, but it’s a memory I made with my brother and that makes it invaluable.

For reading Lord of the Rings for the twentieth time. Took my brother and I a whole year to read Fellowship of the Ring because we see each other only so often.

:-)

Friday:

For someone who would offer me a borrowed laptop when I was in desperate need – even though I stupidly spilled sticky liquid on mine and this person could have been, understandably, wary of giving me the use of their own.

For fishbowl-sized glasses of sangria after difficult but necessary experiences.

For open mic nights. It is giving self-expression to someone, even if only for a little while.

So there it is. That was my list of

Ten Things of Thankful,

for the week of May 17th, 2015.

I have my own tool for self-expression back. Time to go full speed ahead with the final week of May.

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Blogging, Guest Blogs and Featured Spotlights, SoCS

SoCS: Kerry with a Capital K!

I’M BACK BABY!

YAY!!!

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Nothing keeps this chick down for long.

I would have taken part more in the last few SoCS posts, but I have been blogging from my phone or from my brother’s laptop these last weeks.

I destroyed my own laptop and have had to rely on the kindness of others ever since.

What would I do without those who have stepped up to help me? More about that tomorrow.

I missed a previous prompt on names and I had a story all about my name’s origin all ready to go.

Instead I was left to stick to one-liners and jokes, which had their own distinct charms.

I have a working laptop again and just in time for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: “ke”.

I don’t need to use it in any other sentence or word because it stares me right in the face.

Or rather, it is my face.

:-)

Why, my name of course.

I don’t usually like to speak in third person and don’t plan on it again anytime soon, but Kerry is back and happier than ever to have this blog.

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The prompt and instructions can be found at Linda’s blog.

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