Monthly Archives: December 2013



There seem to be two types of people talking about Duck Dynasty right now: Those who love the show and are offended by the indefinite suspension of duckly patriarch Phil Robertson, and those who, frankly, could give a damn about the show but are tired of Christian fundamentalists promoting this hillbilly because of his views on sexuality. I hope you can figure out which category I fall into before you continue reading.

Before we begin to dissect the idiocy involved in the current debate, let me state that I have never seen an episode of Duck Dynasty. I do not watch television, except a handful of dramas, mostly BBC and mostly science fiction. Yes, I am a nerd or geek, whichever category you view to be cooler, and proud of it. I am, however, very aware of how popular the show has become.

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m from Texas; we do things a little differently around here. If you’ve been keeping up with me since I started this blogging thing, you know that I used to teach in a town where some children actually came to school on horseback, so when I say I am familiar with the type of people who might appear on Duck Dynasty, or at the very least wish they could appear on Duck Dynasty, you’ll know that I’m not lying to you. I have met those type of people, taught their children, and been to their church. Continue reading #QuitTheNonsense

“I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.”
― Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

True friends are the ones who not only say thank you when they open you up, but mean it. 

I nearly messed up a really great friendship the other day (maybe a month ago) by not being 100% truthful. My reasons were sound. I was trying to save the other person from being hurt, but the result was that she was more hurt, and angry. She had every right to be both, but after a long discussion over beignets and coffee until past midnight, we were able to work it out. She had realized that I was trying not to hurt her, and I realized that I should have been more honest. A lie of omission is still a lie…

Having seen the ugliest side of me, she is still my friend. I hope I can surround myself with more people like her.