Domestic Violence:

The cycle of domestic violence is terrifying to live with. You can tell if the person has genuinely changed (and that it’s not just the ‘honeymoon’ or ‘hoover’ phase) because there will be remorse, they will take responsibility for their actions and there will be talk of accountability rather than blaming everything onto the victim.

 

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I miss her running monologue…

That’s right, my twelve year old daughter went back to school yesterday and I miss her! I know, I’m not supposed to say that, I’m supposed to be celebrating my freedom, right? She was here for six weeks over the summer holidays and from the moment we woke up to the moment we went to sleep I had her running monologue directed my way as her best friend was away on holiday for the entire time.

Without the influence of school she went back to being my sweet, honey child. We crafted together, cooked together, went shopping together, experimented with make-up, nail polish and hairstyles on each other … she confided in me her every thought, feeling and secret as 12 year old’s are apt to do.

I remember all of the reasons that I started to homeschool in the first place, way back in 2007. I do so wish we could homeschool again but their father and other influences stepped in and changed all of that.

Very disturbing things happen at high school that you have absolutely no control over. Here’s an example: my daughter found herself with her first boyfriend recently but was ‘dumped’ after 48 hours because she wouldn’t produce a nude pic of herself and was then called ‘frigid.’ If I ever see that boy I may just wring his scrawny little neck. It’s ok, I’m calm!!! She then went on to question her own shortcomings in a typical female fashion (meaning that she blamed the break up on herself!) until I reassured her that her dignity, self respect and self-control would see her going far in life and that the boy that was right for her would never ask her to do something like that. Other words like ‘scum of the earth’ may have slipped out too.  Here’s the alarming thing: nearly all of her friends are doing this !

On a similiar and yet entirely different note, my other daughter was grabbed while walking through a street in the City of Melbourne by a crazed ‘secret admirer’ who declared his undying love for her and tried to drag her off into an alleyway. Luckily for her she was able to break free and run. She later found out that he had done the same thing to another very attractive girl from her friend’s workplace just down the street. My mind reels with the ‘could haves.’ For example, what if he was one of those guys you hear about who was actually implanting horse tranquiliser into her skin as he was grabbing her or worse still, placed a hankerchief with chloroform over her mouth before she had time to realise what was happening …

Why oh why can’t my babies stay at home under my wing where they belong 🙁

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I recently left a luncheon because the guest next to me made a racist comment:

It’s true, this really happened a couple of weeks ago but I probably should start at the beginning. I had been seated next to a pleasant looking older woman who I didn’t know. She struck up a conversation with me and I could tell by the way that she spoke that she was a bit of a rough diamond: you know what I mean, she seemed kind hearted and funny enough but I had this vivid picture of her in my mind of someone who would go to footy games, swill beer, shout obscenities at the ref/umpire, eat meat pies with sauce straight from the brown, paper bag (not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just not who I am). 

 

That kind of thing doesn’t bother me because I’m nothing if not tolerant and I was not there to make judgements and come off as conceited: meeting new people is always fun and variety is the spice of life and all experiences help me in my work as a writer and poet. I live in a small country town and there are a lot of ‘country people’ who drive four wheel drives which are vehicles used to go out on the rough terrain and hunt etc. A lot of these vehicles have bumper stickers that say things like “No racism, no action,” which I find very baffling.

 

But back to the lunch guest: little alarm bells started to go off when she was obnoxious to the waiter – I felt sorry for him because he was just trying to do his job the best he could – and she kept aggressively trying to engage me in conversation when I was conversing with others; apparently she was being ignored.

 

It was in between the main meal and the dessert that the racist conversations started. Everyone had had a few drinks (I’ d had a few sips of champagne only to fit in but I don’t really like alchohol) by then and people started to relax. I have to remind myself at times like this that everyone’s entitled to their opinions and that of course they don’t know how passionately I feel about racism and so I just let it wash over me like water off a duck’s back and remain silent. But then this guest next to me made a very derogatory remark about a whole race of people: I won’t re-tell the entire conversation because I don’t want to offend anyone but suffice it to say that she used the word “ragtop.” I turned to my husband and told him it was time to leave.

 

I’ve learnt this in the Italian community: the ambience at mealtimes is to be preserved at all costs and being such a loving, peaceful people if someone steps out of the boundaries of politeness and civility the host or the offended party will announce that they are “going outside to get some air,” or, if they are offended in any severe way they will make an excuse to leave. Italians don’t go for the jugular (not in my experience anyway): they don’t use their words to offend or retaliate but they do use their actions to make a point – drive their message home. 

 

I don’t know if she, the racist guest, took my hint and I’ll probably never see her again (one hopes) but these days I’m all about trying to build awareness for my social causes one of which is racism which is why I touch on this subject in my second children’s book The Blue Seal Of Trinity Cove. You’ll never find me out picketing in the street or entering into heated debates on the subject: I prefer to leave just a little, subtle clue in the mind’s of others that might have them later on thinking to themselves, “gosh, that Linda seemed so nice and kind and funny and yet when I started making racist jokes she just clammed up and then left – maybe I should keep my mouth shut a bit more in the future.” And you never know, maybe some of the bigots that have been taught to hate since birth will actually rethink their entire belief system on the subject, that’s what I pray for anyway.

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WITCH, CATHOLIC, PAGAN, BITCH, CHRISTIAN, MYSTIC:






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Do I have your attention? This is something I’ve been wanting to write about for a long time but I’ve been waiting for my new website. Yes, it’s true, guilty as charged your Honour, I fit all of the labels above and I make no apologies for it. The people in the Pagan/Witch camp think I should fully commit to their side and the people in the Catholic/Christian group can’t understand why I continue with my other beliefs. My opinion about that is, you know what, it’s none of your business and I don’t feel I have to justify myself to anyone – my life, my rules and I would rather go without friends than feel I am being pressured to conform.

It takes a lot to make me angry but this is something that’s been bugging me for a long time. Why do aetheists think it is their moral obligation to force their opinions down the throat of Christians? I mean, I don’t push my views onto them, I don’t even ever enter into conversation with people about religion if I can help it so why do they think I want to hear what they have to say about my lifestyle and beliefs. And it’s never in a kind manner either: it’s as if they are very insecure about their position and have to pull out all kinds of statistics that somehow prove that aetheists are “more intelligent,” or “more evolved,” than Christians.

It’s like breastfeeding mothers telling bottle feeding mothers that “we’re sorry but statistics show that your child will not have adequate brain development and you also will have no chance of bonding with her/him.” A) the breast feeders could be right but then again perhaps they are wrong – statistics are changing all of the time and I’m not convinced that they really prove anything in the end and B) as a compassionate human being I don’t want the bottlefeeding mother to feel bad about herself and worry about things that may not be proven true and the thing is that its just downright rude to treat someone that way, quite nasty really, a form of bullying you might say.

As you can see, I’ve been saving up all of my quotes below and I hope I don’t have to have this conversation again. So please, all of you aetheists out there you are NEVER going to convert me – it’s quite futile – please stop choking up my newsfeed on Facebook with your rantings and just back the hell off!

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