Posts Tagged‘stuff’

THE WAY TO GREAT FRIENDSHIPS

I remember Garfield the cat as a prominent figure in my childhood. I had a poster of him in front of a big toy car with a caption that said, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” I loved that darn poster. This was the 80s. Life was all about “the rat race.” As a young adult, I was beginning to piece together the goals of life modeled by my culture. Many of us were all racing to amass stuff. Stuff was the way to be happy, safe, and secure. This made sense to me because I was a…

#Stuff This

As Thanksgiving is upon us, I must confess I’m usually in a full-blown snit by now. The snit usually sneaks up on me about the time the refrigerator is too full and something really important to the meal falls out, or I happen to glance at the TV  and some media personality tells me that I’m  already behind on my Christmas shopping. There will be tears and over the counter medications. I’m not only a Daughter of the Texas Revolution, I’m also a Daughter of the American Revolution. My people invented Thanksgiving. Yet, last year, despite my bloodline, the turkey came out gray and crumpled. It looked like had been dropped on the…