Settle In To Mom’s Kitchen Table
After reading for what seems like days, I’m beginning to settle in. Working on three blogs at one time, I’m not sure if I’m a glutton for punishment, or just pushing for over achievement. But, I am starting to settle in. I know there are probably a ton of options, links and more that I need to learn about, but for now, I’m happy that I’m able to post to all three blogs on the first week.
Now I can really get started. This blog, unlike the others I am on, can be a little more personal and revealing about me because here I can state my personal opinion rather than representing an organization or website.
At my Mom’s kitchen table you could talk about anything. You had to do it with no cussing (although her language was, uhm, less than perfect), but you sure could talk about anything. She would encourage our friends to engage in conversation at dinner, she would talk about it all! Back in the ’60’s talking about something like abortion or civil rights with teens was not exactly main stream. But I remember many a lively discussion.
Mom always loved a good debate and wasn’t afraid to take a contrary position just to play devil’s advocate for the sake of argument. I learned a lot at that table. The most important thing I learned there was … to listen. Simply that…to just listen to what was being said.
So as you pull up a chair and grap a cup of coffee or tea, here I invite you to comment on writings, bring up your own topics, ask questions, and, well, fell like you’re at that kitchen table — the one where you knew even if you asked questions about …sex… you would receive honest answers.