Posts Tagged ‘blogging’
If you haven’t checked out the sidebar recently, why not head over, and check out a blog or website you don’t visit regularly? And offer a word of encouragement or thanks, perhaps?
As always, if you’re a pro-life lady and host or co-host a blog, please feel free to apply for the blogroll. Your blog doesn’t need to be centered on pro-life issues. It does need to be civil.
I’m hit and miss for online time these days, so it might be a few days before I can respond. I appreciate your patience. Thanks.
The Common Room is celebrating One Million Visits to their blog by having a giveaway. Those of you with funny stories about pregnancy, childbirth or the first few months of parenthood are invited to enter the drawing. The deadline for entering is Monday night, midnight (ET).
After Easter, God willing, I would like to start the process of turning this into a group blog. Is there any lady you would like for me to invite to be an author here? Or, for that matter, do you feel called to contribute here? If you know you’d only be able to blog in fits and starts, that’s OK. I think most of us understand the difficulties of juggling responsibilities. (And, besides, there is such a thing as spending too much time online, whether reading or writing…)
I’d like for the content of the blog to emphasize building a culture of life, but I don’t want us to ignore current events or imminent threats. I like to think that if we have several well-mannered authors, each with her own strong points, we should be all right.
Your prayers are appreciated, as I work my way forward on this.
Have a blessed Holy Week.
Over at K’s Cafe, they’ve been ice skating. (I haven’t been ice skating in years, to my sorrow. How about you?)
Over at Lady of the Rose, now called A Rose in Bloom, the blog hostess is celebrating one year of blogging. Exuberantly celebrating, I might say. 🙂 Congrats from here.
lambofHisflock is urging a strong fight against FOCA, beyond just signing the FightFOCA petition. As she points out, part of the need is to educate people about how radical this bill really is. (FYI: as of post time, there were over 177,000 signatures on the petition.)
Donna-Jean at Liberty and Lily is helping give a voice to those who are rescuing girls trapped in unspeakable circumstances. Also, her church collected 95 shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child. Those would be shoeboxes filled with gifts, if you’re not familiar with the program.
Oh, ouch. At Lily Maiden, Claire is mourning lives lost to a drunk driver. She is asking that we give our spouse, parent or sibling a hug today. Good advice, that, I think.
When I went to college in the 1970s, the feminists on campus swooped me into their clique and told me they needed my help changing the world, and I was so flattered and naive I bought into it. More specifically, I bought into it for a while. What cured me more than anything else is that I started taking walks off campus every day. So, every day I got a dose of women walking down the street hand in hand with a husband, or playing tag with their kids, or visiting over the fence with a neighbor, and then I’d go back to the dorm and get a dose of bitterness and ideology. Every day I’d get a dose of women who were comfortable in their own skin, and then I’d go back to hang out with women who pretty much hated their own lives.
One day, sitting on my very 1970s bright orange-yellow bedspread, leaning up against a dorm wall plastered with mottoes such as “Give me a place to stand and I will move the world” (written in a phonetic approximation of Greek, no less), it hit me like a ton of bricks that I had never heard my feminist ‘friends’ laugh with joy. Not once. Nearly every day, away from college, I heard joyous laughter, healthy laughter, heart deep and loving, build-a-person-up laughter, but from the people who were serving as my mentors the closest to that they’d ever come was laughing at someone’s expense. It was mean laughter, cruel and sneering, superior, sometimes triumphant laughter. But it was always at somebody’s expense. There was no happiness in it. Read the rest of this entry »