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Demountable Dusk

Demountable Dusk.

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Day 119: 10/22/13: On Mothers & Shipwrecks.

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Human Chess

By Chris Simmons

In trying to deceive, liars may refer to previous statements in an attempt to create the illusion they have been cooperative and to buy themselves more time. This is true even if the earlier claim was actually a “non-answer.” In this countermeasure, typical replies would include “As I told you earlier…” “We already addressed those allegations…” or “Like I told Mom…”

Stating something once often leaves little or no impression. However, every subsequent “telling” erodes our skepticism or disbelief. Repetition is a subtle and often underestimated psychological tool. Even when we don’t believe someone, the recurring response reverberates within our mind and over time, can open one to the possibility that he/she is telling the truth.

As Vladimir Lenin so famously said, “A lie, told often enough, becomes the truth.”

Reminder:  No single technique is foolproof.  It is simply one of many tools available to help you…

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Those of you who know me, know I’m a bit of a poetry nerd.

I am also a little bit of a fiction nerd.

Fewer people know how much of a brain nerd I am.  I am a student of Psychology working toward my PsyD, and the most fascinating part of my studies has been neuroscience and neuropsychology

Could there be a more appropriate article for me to geek out over?

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

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small things

There truly are no small things on this journey

a diary of a mom

 

I’m in my closet, trying to find the top that goes with this damned skirt.

This one?

No, this one is too long.

Where the heck is it?

Brooke shouts from her room.

“Mama! Come be with me!”

Those words. I’ll never, ever, EVER tire of those words.

I call back.

“I’m on my way, sweet girl; I just need one sec!”

She makes her way into my room. Her hair is wet. It drips down the back of her pajama top.

“Come here, baby,” I say. “I’m going to squeeze your hair a little, okay?”

She turns around and lets me wring out the water. It seems like such a small thing, this, but it’s not small at all. It’s a tremendous act of trust, years and years and years in the making.

She looks at the skirt and boots on the floor of the closet.

“What…

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BLUE-DYEING by Orsolya Fenyvesi.

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I have been in the UK for a bit over a year now.  While I do love it here, I still miss home sometimes.  The recent losses in my life have made living here even more difficult.  Some days I struggle to find the positive.  

On that note, it’s also not generally in my nature to be depressed, or angry, or pessimistic (ok, so maybe a little pessimistic).  I try to keep things light. I don’t want to be a sourpuss, with bitchy resting face.  So I sat down and decided to think of some really positive things that I am enjoying in my life RIGHT THIS SECOND.  And, at each subsequent second during the typing of this blog post. 

1. England is GORGEOUS.  I’m serious.  It is one of the most beautiful places that I’ve ever been.  And every part of it that I’ve been to is beautiful – even the closer quarters of the city of London.  But I’ve been many places in the north of England, I’ve been to Scotland, and I’ve been to Wales.  I’ve been blown away by the scenery.  I’ve been on the school run and actually gasped at the way the clouds seem close enough to touch, or the sun shines on the bottom of them and makes the sky light up in oranges, reds, and yellows.  Everything is green.  Everything is gorgeous.

 

In Aber Falls, North Wales

In Aber Falls, North Wales

 

Aber Falls, North Wales

Aber Falls, North Wales

2.  I am in a constant state of amusement and/or befuddlement at the way modern life is lived here.  This really is fun – trying to figure out why people still iron everything (because the washers and dryers are so tiny that they leave major creases and wrinkles in the clothing).  Or, why there are two buttons to flush a toilet.  It doesn’t matter which you choose, one of them won’t work, and the best option is to always push both buttons down at the same time.  The good thing is that there are almost never flush handles, so all of you sick, disgusting people who flush the toilet with your shoes would be out of luck (you know who you are!). 

3.  Everything is a Monty Python sketch.  Ok, not everything, but enough to make me widen my eyes in wonder and then laugh.  I thought the whole “It’s only a Flesh Wound” sketch from Holy Grail was a gross exaggeration. Then I watched a stoic British man break his leg, brush off all offers of assistance, sit on the side of the gymnasium watching us finish our workout, then walk to the parking lot with us, and insisted on carrying his own bag! It was only after he got home that he realized he might need to get to the A&E. So, there you have it.  Monty Python is true. TRUE!

4.  Roller Derby.  Yes, Roller Derby.  My lovely friend Rachael inspired me to try out with her, and we did it together, and then a bunch of other things happened.  But I am still skating 8 months later, and hope to actually bout soon.  I’ve learned a lot about myself on this journey.  I will blog more about derby later.  It’s enough that it needs its own post. 

Those are a few of my favorite things, or at least things that I find amusing and enigmatic about the United Kingdom.  There will be more, I promise.  I’m off to skate now!

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i’m here

a diary of a mom

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My sweet friend,

I miss you.

And that’s okay.

I can keep on missing you if space is truly what you need.

Because friendship waits.

And fills the spaces.

And takes no notice of the passage of time.

So if space is what you need, then it’s all yours.

But I’m worried.

I’m worried about you.

I’m worried for you.

I’m worried that it’s not a need for space that keeps us apart, but fear.

Fear that you think that you need to have it together.

Fear that you can’t bring me your pain.

Fear that you can’t be seen until the storm passes.

But please know this ..

Friendship – the real kind, doesn’t work that way.

Friendship adapts.

It sways and bends like an oak in the wind.

The bigger they get, the more they need to bend to survive.

That’s what we do.

We bend to each…

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Speke Hall……

Beautiful picture of Speke Hall.

The right profile

speke hall

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