Yep, it's more Linkathon than original content these days at Wenatchee The Hatchet. There's only so much mental energy to be taken up sometimes and this is a low energy period. Still, it's handy to at least share something.
On the wonder of egg-freezing as a way a working woman can have it all.
Not everyone considers it a panacea for middle-aged motherhood, obviously.
It appears that in western Washington you can have your pot or you can cut your carbon footprint but you ain't doing both.
Books tend to seem more potent and prophetic when they pre-emptively manage to distil the flaws of a decade.
Orthocuban writes about the harm that words and name-calling can do and how in a relational setting it can be a type of murder.
This is not merely a “spiritual” statement that is designed to point us to how holy God is. No, this is a real-life statement of the results of our engaging in name-calling toward others, particularly those others who are a regular part of our life, such as our brothers. The name-calling that takes place over the years is truly a type of murder. It is a slow and insidious murder that begins to destroy the psyche of the person to whom the words are addressed. The result is that we never get to “see” the person whom someone might could have become. We “see” only the damaged and diminished psyche of the person who is now an adult.
As Orthocuban puts it, broken bones mend but the memory of insults and curt remarks fester long after a physical wound would heal.
There's a bunch of stuff on a couple of back burners but time will tell how soon the stuff gets posted. Regular readers already probably have a mental checklist of stuff that's overdue.