Well, ladies, I survived another full moon and so did you! I barely howled this month, yet I’ve been quite growly lately. This Part-Time Sunshine blogger has been swinging through moods like Tarzan in the jungle. It’s distressing because I cannot pinpoint any true triggers. I mean life is good, so why am I such a JUDY MOODY? I’d like to attribute these irritable, sad, irrational spells on something tangible, realistic, and beyond my control. It’s not me; it’s the moon!
I plan to write an exploratory blog a post on why parents and teachers should watch 13 Reasons Why and talk about it with their teenage viewers. Most kids are binging it and having their own conversations. I think adult input is beneficial. If you watched this series, please share your input as an adult viewer and why you think it can help generate a conversation about the issues depicted: suicide, bullying, underage drinking, rape, violence, dishonesty, neglectful parenting, bystander (blind-eye) teaching, premarital sex, homosexuality, depression, social media, and more.
If you aren’t aware, this is a Netflix series based on the book of the same title. The Protagonist, Hannah makes cassette tapes to be distributed to those who she felt influenced her suicide. There is a lot of hurt, pain, blame, and shame revealed. I do NOT agree with how Hannah handled/mishandled her issues, but I think it merits a mature conversation that could help other distressed adolescents.
SPOILER ALERT — When you comment, act as if all readers of the post have viewed the show. If you have not, you may want to refrain from reading comments until you finished the series. I recommend watching the 30-minute documentary following it on Netflix: 13 Reasons Why: Beyond the Reasons.
Comments — I hope to generate a good, adult conversation. Anything you add can find it’s way in my next blog, unless you state otherwise.
Last week, I got slammed with a case of germ induced cruds: sinus headaches, dizziness, stuffy ears, dripping nose, coughing, and fatigue. After seven days, I took action, laced up and made myself run, OUTDOORS. Continue reading “Get Outdoors!”
She was my 10.5-year-old furry best girl. She moved a little slower, barked less, listened harder, chased less, and paced more, especially when given a bone that she carried, guarded, hid, found, savored, and so on. She snored intensely, like a drunken crew of grandpas dreaming of fishing trips. Although she played less, she still wagged the feathers of her perfectly fluffy and pristine tail everyday. More than any of that, our glory girl loved effortlessly, without limits. Continue reading “We Miss you, Dear Dog: Goodbye to our Golden Girl, Italia.”