Veni Vidi Vici
My son and I are reading a book and the chapter that we will begin tomorrow is titled “Vini Vidi Vici.” It’s Latin for
I came. I saw. I conquered.
I love that phrase because it feels so powerful, even in its simplicity. To arrive at a place, survey it, and then to overcome it, defeat it … trounce it, as it were.
I want to read that chapter. When I read those words, I picture myself in standing ovation. “Bravo!” I say, smiling, “Bravo and good show!”
As I consider why it is so powerful a phrase, it brings to mind
A Car Wash
Foam and filth create a frothy rivulet flowing under the chassis and then down a grated opening only slightly smaller than a manhole.
My vehicle chugs forward hydraulically propelled along a track that’s only visible in glimpses stolen when Read More…
“I am a big girl. A voluptuous, curvy, dress-wearing lesbian. I love my body; it’s the only one I’ll ever have.”
The above statement from “Same Love” singer Mary Lambert shouldn’t sound so extraordinarily brave — but it is. Despite the fact that the media floods us with images of supposed “female perfection” on a daily basis, and things sometimes seem like they’re not getting better at all, an increasing number of people have spoken out during 2013 about how we treat women’s bodies — and why standard beauty ideals are failing us.
We want to recognize the people who weren’t afraid to use their voices to bring attention Read More…
Yep, I said it “P-O-R-K- -N- B-E-A-N-S.” Might seem crazy but just listen to these lyrics. A brilliant testament to self love and self acceptance. I can’t take full credit though; my very good friend David Tanton suggested it when I put him on the spot during a 2AM Facebook chat fest earlier this week (isn’t that what friends are for, though?)
Miley Cyrus has been really beaten up recently – ever since her performance at the VMAs and then her recent (somewhat racy) video release for “Wrecking Ball.” Instead of joining in on the pop culture madness, I thought about the woman herself.
I think at some point in our lives, each of us has been Read More…
I’ve spent the past 2 Saturdays in the company of young actors (as my son has been accepted into the Rainbow Company, a very well-known and respected youth acting troupe). I watched the kids and young adults interact, even watching some of them audition.
It brought to mind the way we so often act in our lives – not act as in behave but act as in how we cast ourselves in a specific role and then Read More…
I write a lot about love – specifically self love.
But really, seriously – what the hell does that even mean?
Short of the silly middle school definitions that my son and his friends make jokes about, what does it mean when someone says “I love myself?”
I thought maybe this week would be a good time to talk about what I mean when I say it.
I have done a lot in my forty four years – some of it I am proud of – some of it, less so.
But to love myself, must I be Read More…
Retrospection can be scary .. and scar-ry
This week I started working on my self-help book again. I have been hesitant to look back on it and edit it because I dislike the woman who wrote those essays.
- She was scarred.
- And weak.
- And the essays describe a thought process and way of life that was sometimes so tiresome.
But I am taking a class on novel writing and the instructor expects Read More…