Kicked to the curb

April 15, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 11 Comments

In 1991, then Tennessee Sen. Al “I invented the Internet” Gore was in town to commemorate an Air Force Base anniversary. Being the seasoned local newspaper reporter, I got the interview. Our only opportunity to speak was in his limo on its way to the airport. Afterward, I was unceremoniously dumped on the side of … Continue reading Kicked to the curb

Karmic irony

March 26, 2013January 8, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 15 Comments

So, this just happened. So recently in fact, that I am still laughing about it. I got up early this morning to run errands. I had a hair cut, then I did a little shopping, had a little lunch, was having an all around nice day. I'm on my way home when IT happened. The … Continue reading Karmic irony

Telemarketer: West Africa calling

March 9, 2013January 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

Each of my peeps have their own cell phone. Have had since each of our kids reached middle school age and became active in after-school activities. Most of my family and friends, and business contacts, call my cell phone if they need to reach me. Even my Luddite mother, who shuns the Internet but finally … Continue reading Telemarketer: West Africa calling

Every time

February 15, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 17 Comments

Why do you constantly do that? Every time I say anything, you always take it in the worst possible way. What? I never do that. You're totally overreacting, as usual. You are impossible! *Photo venue: The Landing, city park in Fort Walton Beach, FL

Pick up after your dog

February 11, 2013January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 41 Comments

I typically don’t engage trolls. It seems like such a nugatory endeavor. These bots have no real intention of having a rational discussion. Their only purpose is spreading vitriol, hoping to provoke a response. To dwell on the rantings of mad dogs is an exercise in futility. There’s no expectation for normal conversation, their arguments … Continue reading Pick up after your dog

Pocket full of pebbles

February 7, 2013January 7, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

I’m not sure what it is about me, but I often feel that I am some sort of confessional magnet. Maybe it’s my perceived zen-esque attitude, or how I talk about my family, or... who knows what, but people tend to tell me things like I’m an Internet bartender. Deep things, ‘this shit is getting … Continue reading Pocket full of pebbles