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It’s Okay To Be Me









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Good Bye“…Ronnie to the Ozarks

Growing up, I didn’t embrace all the nuances that made the Ozarks, The Ozarks. When you consider that my brethren gets teased a lot in the movies, and media as Nascar hat wearing, chew in the mouth having, dentists wet dream walking, idiot….yeah, maybe I’m not so quick to admit the place of my birth…..but then as I grew up, I started to BE all that made me me….Mostly because it became OKAY…to be me….Hmm, It’s Okay To Be Me….I like it….but just in case you need a hint, the secret is to be CONFIDENT…..they won’t step as often, if you make it seem like you can handle yourself.

I was telling my son about the “toughest” girl in school, and that I wasn’t sure if she ever had to fight, or if it were more likely that she had a REP….and didn’t have rumble. That was my dream growing up….I’d be so tough, people wouldn’t dare to “touch this”, but alas, I had to prove myself, over and over and over. It’s a lot like NOW, and I still have people stepping…GEESH….it’s exhausting. Having lunch in a small diner, in a small town, my son asked me what growing up HERE, in the Ozarks was like…..and would I go to a Lebanon, reunion? Sometimes, I think about it…(Dream sequence) the doors slam open, in I walk with Louboutin heels, Dior Dress, bag and shoes, Chanel makeup….Hair to the Kapow…..a ray of light shines in behind me (aka Weird Science style), that outlines my legs and dress…..Nefarious and Infamous…..I would look AMAZING, but would it take away the pain of my youth? No…because like the phobia of spiders, that pain was created and developed in the molding stages of my development, the memories of a child, tends to affect the rational of the adult….Here’s my point….

It’s Okay To Be Me….and it is! But this isn’t some liberal mind screw about us all being equal, or some Faith-based conversation where I tell you you’re special and try to get you to walk down the altar, no this is about accepting yourself as the person you are, and then, enveloping others, to accept you as well. It really is about loving yourself enough to be quirky, silly, amusing…and eccentric. I had a friend tell me that she could NEVER write half the things I write and get away with it, “If you just wrote what you wanted, the audience that accepts you, will find you” I said….and it’s true…..just be the person you are…and your light, will lead others to your flame….Okay, that’s cheesy, but I don’t know how much simpler I can be about it. Being of Ozarkian origin, is an amazing birthright. It’s about taking no sh*t, but not creating any either…It’s about being kind to others, giving the shirt off your back if necessary, and being honest without being cruel. It’s Okay To Be Me…..because I’m comfortable with my Spirit….it’s okay to be you…..but serious on the class reunion in Lebanon…I’d love a chance to wear those heels, and carry that bag….seeing Willy Mayberry again….Sigh…..I’m shopping for my dress now. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Saturday.


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Small Town Politics

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I was born in a small town, and I live in a small town. Probably die in a small town, Oh those small communities

John Mellencamp


Everyone knew we had moved back in with her, but it was a small town so……My mother, had come back home with 4 extra mouths to feed. I imagine the conversation went something like this:

“Did you hear about Lillian? Her daughter’s back…and she brought 4 kids with her”

“No. What happened?”

“Well, Betty told me that Wilma told her, that her husband went to buy bread one day, and never came back. Left her with 4 kids to take care of”

“Oh you don’t say!”

“Yes, now she has to work to support all those kids. Tsk…tsk…tsk”

So yes, she had more at home to feed now, but she was a trooper, and only complained once a day (smile). She was an amazing woman, who raised amazing kids…I’m a lot more like her than you all think. So everyone knew who we were…so what…it wasn’t a bad thing. My grandmother’s supervisor, actually went out of his way to make sure my grandmother got the H.D. Lee specials (I’ll never wear those things again) and the extra hours, while the hunters split their catch with her…people chipped in..Small Town Politics mandates that the town, take care of it’s own….I love Lebanon for that. Small Town Politics.….Our city needs to accept that Danville isn’t a baby anymore.

A man in Danville became Facebook famous, when his investigative reporting led him to a liquor drive through store and the “Brown Bag Special“. Until yesterday, I had no idea what it was…but apparently, the Brown Bag Special is a lighter, a crack pipe, and a Brillo Pad wrapped up in…you guessed it…a Brown Bag. Part of me respects the capitalism that this business pursued, in finding a nitch…then filling it…of course, that’s the wrong attitude right? A debate raged on among the FB Attorney’s and Ministers, whether the Brown Bag Special sale was illegal or not, and if not illegal, certainly IMMORAL……”Morals are subjective. What’s right and wrong to you, may not be right, nor wrong to me“. I wrote that…I stand by it……mostly because of the HUGE crime wave on the East End of the city…hell, if you’re breaking into cars, your morals may be different from mine! Just Saying.

Small towns used to be hotbed of morals. Actually, we had so many morals, we had to give parades to throw then out. Morals, only applied on Sunday however, and if you don’t believe me, send your kid to a church lock-in, then get back with me…better yet, go meet with your local councilman…see if you don’t walk away with a lighter pocket…I did digress. With Saturday picnic’s and Sunday naps, anyone who was anyone understood that MORALS was the priority. Businesses, unless important to the upkeep of LIFE, were closed on Sunday’s…families ate together….Dukes of Hazard was gleefully watched (damn they looked good in those jeans), then discussed verily on the landline located centrally in the home. Morals…it was right to share, and wrong to steal, but we have a new society now. A society that says, “You cannot judge me for anything I do“… This new society, is almost like the squirrel that put his butt up to the glass and SHOOK IT at the cat taunting, “Na Na Boo Boo“. This new society, has no problem throwing down at a county fair (then again, we’ve always done that), nor HOLLARING the “Eff” bomb, from across the park…at the Demo Derby…..I’d have enjoyed the fight, were my kids not there…some people just don’t care…do they?  Small Town Politics….predicated on morals….a communal agreement understood long before we arrived….but morals aren’t morals anymore, and what we need to do, is figure out the middle ground. Can we exist side by side in this community, or is it really like the Highlander in which there can be…and will be…only one? Yeah, I don’t know….but I know this…our leaders need to realize the city has hit puberty….We are like the teenage girl who got her menses, and acting like a total bitch. Small Town Politics...Everyone knows everyone…..I dunno….Maybe…we should try praying! Or a good lock-in…those things were super fun. Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those who cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Monday.







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A Boy Named Ben

Lebanon Yellow Jackets
Lebanon Yellow Jackets

“Take me back to Massachusetts take me back to Cape Cod”….Nappy Roots, “In A Small Town”.

I took my am inspiration from the aforementioned song (go U-tube it, it’s amazing). It occurred to me that if Trump is elected, we are going to need all the small town mentalities we can get. With a heavy heart, I lost some FB weight last night, because I CHOOSE to be happy. I WILL NOT be baited into HATE. The “Take a Knee” debate has divided friends more than Trump or Clinton combined. So, as I was making my Weight Loss list and checking it twice, I thought back to the song and the amazing concert we had just left…..I allowed my mind to wander back to Lebanon, Mo…..a small town….to A Boy Named Ben….my 1st HS crush….

Back when Mr. Pibb bottles could still be returned and exchanged for money, there was A Boy Named Ben. He was blonde I think, with blue eyes, and a sandy crooked grin that I used to dream about walking home from school with my best friend. He lived right down the street from her, so I’d find excuses to go over, just to see him drive by…in that old beater I’m sure he hated….sometimes I would do a cartwheel….or something, and he’d smile and wave. He had a Letterman’s Jacket for track….he was thin, but adorable… On Friday’s, factory payday, I’d have to walk to the HD Lee factory to pick up my grandmother from work, and I’d see Ben drive by us on Commercial Street…..embarrassed that my grandmother wasn’t a bank executive or management…I’d hide behind her…..so he wouldn’t see me…


Ben was a year ahead of me, he was a nice guy, whom would smile and say hello. He had our lunch hour, and sometimes, if all the other seats were taken, he’d sit across from me, and ask me about my classes. He never said anything about the neighborhood I was growing up in, or my irregular jeans that my grandmother would get on sale in the factory store….he never noticed my pimples, or my handmade lunches. If he saw my mousy curly red hair he didn’t say it, and he thought it was adorable they way I would never allow my eyes meet his……He never made fun of me, for being shy, nervous, or introverted…..he would see us at the Friday night games, and nod at me…..I don’t remember Ben’s last name and wouldn’t know him from Adam, but I remember how Ben made me feel….Take Me Back to Lebanon….Give me back my factory working grandmother whom loved us…..let me walk her home one more time…. take me back to the block, where’d we sit and talk about one day leaving that crap hole for New York……Take me back to the Yellow Jackets, give me back the walk to school, the early video’s, the wrestlers…..Give me one more day with Ben….I’ll say “Hello” first this time…I promise….there’s too much hate….too much mistrust….too much evil in this world. Let me 13 again….in Lebanon….with my grandmother, my best friends, and A Boy Named Ben…..Be Blessed.

Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, enjoy your Sunday.



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