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My Childhood As An Environmental Movement Test Subject
Monica Wilcox, April 21, 2012
Yes, it’s true. I tried to hide it but secrets are like glaciers upon the landscape of the soul; they freeze over for a time, then pull back to reveal their grinding destruction.
My father was the Al Gore of Wyoming from 1970-2005. He called himself a conversationalist but that was a cover; the man was greener than a cesspool. To be the movement before "The Movement" takes serious grit. He was left with his own meager resources - an office cubical with the State of Wyoming and his two children. So it is that my childhood began.
Read More...Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff for Moms: A Manual for Keeping Your Sanity
Monica Wilcox, April 9, 2012
The Tirade
My daughter forgot, yet again, to turn in her extra-credit points to her teacher. I believe this little tidbit became the launching point of my rant. It’s hard to know for sure; tirades are not meant for dissection:
Read More...The Once-ler
Monica Wilcox, March 8, 2012
At the end of the block
where the Cinema lights glow
and the wind smells greasy and gassy when it blows
and no birds dare to fly excepting old crows…
is the Street of the Mighty Once-ler.
And deep behind the bullet proof glass, some people say,
Read More...Equality Or Lip Service?
Monica Wilcox, February 18, 2012
Wow! Can we all agree that last week was a hard kick to the uterus?
I usually hate to write about “hot topics” after they’ve turned cold but the uterus doesn’t really fall into the hot topic category; it’s more of a buried topic; fuming in the coffin, clawing its way out, yet again, to eat the female population alive. Yes, it may have slunk back into its shallow grave but trust me, it’ll be back. It just keeps creeping back.
Read More...The Reluctant Environmentalist
Monica Wilcox, January 25, 2012
Sometimes, I could swear, the earth speaks.
I was at my daughter’s swim meet timing with another mom when her 9-year-old daughter joined us. We had timed a few events when the girl started shrieking; there was a bee on the diving block before us. It landed on the wet cement…buzz…rest…buzz…rest. The daughter grew increasingly upset.
Read More...When Christmas Turns Two Shades Too Blue
Monica Wilcox, December 21, 2011
‘Twas 14 days before Christmas when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even Whiskers, our caged mouse. The stockings are still in a crate, and it looks like St. Nick is running late. My children had crashed, done counting sheep. My husband is all snug in our bed, fingers texting against my thigh in his sleep. Our beagle yelps, frustrated with that black squirrel haunting her dreams. Out on the road the late night trucks raise a clatter, an owl hoots as if nothing is the matter.
Read More...Are You A Carboholic? Learn How To Break The Addiction
Monica Wilcox, November 22, 2011
Excuse me, are you going to eat your dinner roll?”
This was the running topic of dinner conversation during my college years. Not, “Have you studied up on Pavlov’s theory?” or “How wild was that frat party last night?” or “Are you seriously dating that hot cowboy?” My top concern was how many rolls I could mooch off my table mates in a 20 minute sitting. Fortunately for my cravings (unfortunately for my blood sugar) I lived in a sorority with 90 women; that’s A LOT of rolls. A good night’s take for me was around seven rolls.
Read More...Why We Can NEVER Give Sexual Perpetrators the Benefit Of The Doubt
Monica Wilcox, November 10, 2011
I'm guessing every writer has a topic within them that is suppressed. This would be mine. I’d rather chat about living green, cowboys and pumpkin pie - anything over this. Frankly, I don’t want to write about pedophiles any more than you want to read about them, but, as we have seen with the Catholic Church and now with Penn State, our unwillingness to discuss and understand this issue is ENABLING it to fester.
Read More...How To Change The World, One Girl At A Time
Monica Wilcox, October 3, 2011
Even with razor sharp parenting skills you can’t keep a child free from society’s notions. My 11 year old daughter is here to prove it. “If I were to get a doctorate, would people have to call me ‘doctor’ because I really hate that idea? ‘Doctor’ sounds way too boyish. It sounds like a name only boys should have.”
Is this my child?
Read More...How One Woman Is Striving To Save The Oceans She's Rowed
Monica Wilcox, October 3, 2011
Sometimes you set out to bring attention to a higher cause and before you know it YOU’VE become bigger than the cause. Many might say this has happened to Roz Savage. But what would you expect for a woman who has rowed the world’s biggest oceans.
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