Author Archive for Allison



Doors Closed

Effective 01 January 2007, this blog has closed its doors.
All new posts will be at my new blog home:

it is what it is

welcome to reality.
if you lived here, you’d be home now.
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testing…autoshutoff comments

From Agnostic Mom, Leaving the Church, Part 2:
Extreme Cognitive Dissonance.
I began my own effort to receive an answer from God that The Church was true. I didn’t realize at that time that it was too late. My paradigm had shifted. For the first time ever I had already peeked through Door #2, the door marked […]

Be prepared. About two weeks after the wedding, it will finally sink in, and you will wonder, Oh My God. What Have I Done? This is normal. Just be warned that it will happen.
That’s a paraphrase of some advice my mother-in-law gave me on Thanksgiving (day before the wedding). She […]

Okay, so just no *meaningful* posts

…but I reserve the right to post bullshit like this!
Your Language Arts Grade: 100%

Way to go! You know not to trust the MS Grammar Check and you know “no” from “know.” Now, go forth and spread the good word (or at least, the proper use of apostrophes).
Are You Gooder at […]

Delay

I’ve decided to hold off on publishing this post. I’ll republish (and re-ping) sometime in January!

Hiatus

hi·a·tus /haɪˈeɪtəs
–noun, plural -tus·es, -tus.

a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc.
a missing part; gap or lacuna: Scholars attempted to account for the hiatus in the medieval manuscript.
any gap or opening.
Grammar, Prosody. the coming together, with or without break or slight pause, and without contraction, of […]

Pimpistry

A new book by one of my favorite bloggers is now available on Amazon.

Motherhood is Not for Wimps: No Answers, Just Stories
After a couple of years’ reading Liz’s stories about Mary, the baralicious pregnancy, then the wonder that is Renny-Roo, I feel like I know these folks. They help me feel sane AND make […]

Your ‘Do You Want the Terrorists to Win’ Score: 100%

You are a terrorist-loving, Bush-bashing, “blame America first”-crowd traitor. You are in league with evil-doers who hate our freedoms. By all counts you are a liberal, and as such cleary desire the terrorists to succeed and impose their harsh theocratic restrictions on us […]

The “war”

Pardon me while my eyes roll to the back of my head. Email forwarded today…
The month before Christmas!
Twas the month before Christmas
When all through our land,
Not a […]

Oh, whatever.

The Cloak. Nice. Heh, um…okay. If you feel such a driving need to read dozens of my ramblings, you go right ahead. Tell ya what — I’ll even unblock your home address IP, just to make it a little less inconvenient for you (and creepy to me). Enjoy!

Single no more.

Allison & MikeNovember 24, 2006

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Why yes…we did go through with it!
Thanks a million to everyone who came to celebrate with us — you made it quite a memorable evening!

Contact Information

To those who actually know me and call me — I have a new cell phone number. If you need/want it, drop me a line via email: meanderwithme (at) gmail (dot) com.

Our Great Depression

No time to navel-gaze today, but do take a look at Andrew Solomon’s column from today’s New York Times:

Our Great Depression
Following this model, the National Institute of Mental Health should coordinate and subsidize a national network of depression centers, ideally based at research universities with good hospitals and departments devoted to the subject.
The University of […]

Blog Redesign

Yes, I really will redesign the blog at some point. I know, I know. Within a short number of days (single digits), I will no longer be a single mom. I’m also no longer finding myself to be that much of a seeker, but more of a learner, if the distinction makes sense to you. Anyway, it’ll come. Just give me time. Please, I could use some!

If you’ve stopped by much at all lately, you know my blogging has dwindled down to pretty much nil — especially since I moved to Santa Fe.
While I *could* blame this on the upcoming wedding, that’s not it. I’ve realized something — I have no time to myself.
What? Wait a second, don’t you […]