Monday, February 27, 2012
I can’t help but wonder what things will be like when my grandchildren reach their thirties. As I look back from when I was born to now, I am amazed with all of the new technology that exists.
Gone are the days where eight tracks reigned supreme Today, MP3‘s and iPods are the master. Televisions went from large pieces of furniture, producing black and white pictures to large, thin screens that hang from walls like bay windows. Their pictures are as crystal clear as the waters of Hawaii.
When I was born in 1967, we did not have cable or satellite dishes. We were blessed with seven channels (at most) and at midnight, every night, the stations signed off with the Star Spangled Banner.
There were no video game consoles, digital cameras or video recorders, that weren’t on reels. We also had no VCR’s, microwaves, GPS, and definitely no iPads. People had home phones but no cell phones. If you had an emergency, you called AAA or your local police department, not 911.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
My original intention of this weeks blog was to continue my quest to expose the dangers of the mentally ill parent on children. My goal... to make a difference in this world. However, I think making people smile or laugh is just as important in making a difference in our world.
I don’t claim to be a comedian, but I think that sometimes life throws comedic situations in our laps that we really should share with the world. In my case, life thought it would be funny to throw me Teddy. Yup, we gave into the many years of pleas for a family dog!
Several years ago, when being hounded by my oldest as to why we couldn’t have a dog, I told him there was no dog out there that would fit my list of acceptable and non acceptable traits and behaviors. Really, how could this type of dog exist! Unless of course, we are speaking of Astro from the Jetsons. Now that to me was the perfect dog. I never saw Jane Jetson chasing a squatting (and pooping) dog out of her front door screaming “poopies outside, poopies outside”.
Monday, February 13, 2012
This will probably be one of the more difficult blogs for me to write. Having been raised by a Witch Borderline mother and suffering the unpredictability of her emotional outbursts, speaking of my childhood, is simply the same as reliving it.
Most of my childhood has been lost in the blackness of my subconscious. I do, however, have enough vivid memories to question if anyone around was paying any attention at all. Was I living in an alternate universe or a horrible nightmare? How was this monster allowed to abuse and torture two children without being questioned? Was there no one out there that cared? What she left behind were wounds that could never heal.
I compare my childhood to a POW camp since torture techniques were one of the used techniques to break you spiritually and emotionally.
My mother happened to be the master of fear tactics. She seemed to feed off of these horrific scenes. Like warm water to a hurricane, it gave her strength. One of her greatest joys was to send me into the “dungeon” (basement) which was dark, dank and cluttered. Then she kindly reminded me that the boogieman was down there waiting for me... waiting to take me away with the rest of the children.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I originally decided to open my blog on an uplifting and happy note. However, I recently lost a kind and gentle friend to suicide, and opted to tackle this difficult topic.
I was overwhelmed with feelings of why and I found myself lost in a sea of questions. These feelings, combined with my own past experiences of internal conflict, drove me to seek out the logic of such actions. In my case, I knew that a traumatic and abusive childhood was the cause. Nevertheless, his death had really shaken me to the core. If there was ever anyone that seemed grounded to me, it was definitely him. I really felt it was time to do some serious soul searching.
To be fair to my readers, I have included research that I hope will inform and one day save a life.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
My journey into blogging begins with one topic, one writer and the prospect of many readers. I’m incredibly excited to share my journey with you.
My goal is to express how I see the world through my eyes. I am also anxiously anticipating your thoughts and feelings through the comments you leave. If I do my job, I will ignite your passions, get your thoughts flowing and stir your enthusiasm.
First, let me introduce myself to anyone who doesn’t know me. My name is Linda Headrick Mitchell. Originally from the rural farm lands of Maryland, I relocated to Denver, CO in 2000. As they say, you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl. I plan on returning to the east coast, for good, in 2014.