May 252010

I’m planning to visit Sister in Rwanda soon. So I’ve been spending lots of time trying to convince Craig that it’ll be a perfectly safe trip, mostly by making up stories and statistics that I’ve “read recently.” This is how I prepare most of my opening arguments. When I wanted to get pregnant with Amma, I told Craig that I “read recently” that couples with three children are statistically likely to become filthy rich and also make out ridiculously often. Welcome, Amma!

So I was Skyping with Sister the other day and she mentioned that she was exhausted because she’d spent the whole day interviewing potential guards for her new Rwandan home.

At dinner that night I said to Craig, “Honey, strangest thing. I just read that Rwanda was recently listed on Forbes’ Safest Places for Women to Visit Alone In The Whole Wide World list! Isn’t that great news?” Then I told him about how tired Sister was from all the guard hiring.

Craig ignored the exciting fake Forbes news and said, “Hon, If Rwanda is so safe, why does Sister need to hire a guard?”


I ran upstairs after dinner, Skyped Sister back and said, HEY! If Rwanda is so safe why do you need to hire a guard, anyway??

Sister said, “Well, there’s really no violent crime here, but there is theft, so every compound has a guard on the premises so the house never appears vacant. But it’s mostly for show. The guards don’t even have arms.”


Now over the past few months I have learned that there is a lot about Africa that I just don’t understand. And I have finally accepted the fact that just because something doesn’t make sense to me, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t make sense. And so I keep my mouth shut a lot. But I draw the line at armless guards.

“SISTER, WHAT THE HELL? WHAT is your lovely guard going to do if someone DOES try to break in? Bite him? Kick him? Give him a really dirty look? Why don’t you just guard yourself, Sister? At least you have ARMS!!”

Sister was very quiet for a moment.

Then she said slowly. “Um. I meant guns, Sister. The guards do have actual arms, they just don’t carry guns.”

My turn to be a little quiet.

Oh, I said. Ohhhh. Right. I thought maybe it was some sort of “armless affirmative action” program. Not that there would be anything wrong with that, Sister. I mean, if that were the case, I would totally support that program.

I know you would, G, said Sister. I know you would.

May 272010

We Are the Decisive Element

I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element.
It is my personal approach that creates the climate.
It is my daily mood that makes the weather.
I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous.
I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration.
I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal.
In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanized or dehumanized.
If we treat someone as the limited person they think they are, we support their sense of limitation.
If we treat people as who they could be, we help them become all that they are capable of becoming.

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Second Giveaway Day Tomorrow!!!!

May 282010

Sue Ann is a special Monkee who, as a labor of love, sells beautiful, Monkee-ish jewelry.

Here is a little note from Sue Ann:

I, like many of the Monkees, was introduced to Momastery through a friend. It quickly became my place to go for a soft place to land, where I could relate and where I fit in. I didn’t have to worry about what I was wearing, how my kids behave, what activities those kids are in or how my house looks. It’s great to have a place to go where there are no expectations, where the only requirement is to be kind. Momastery and the Monkees are just for me. That is how I feel about starting my home business–it’s something that’s just for me. I am learning things about myself and stretching beyond my comfort zone! I can do hard things, while trying really hard not to be a jerk!!

Sue Ann has offered to give away two special pieces from her “Compelling Creations” line to two lucky Monkees.

Here is the boomerang, which I think is wonderful. Because love is a boomerang, I’m pretty sure of that. Sometimes, however, it can feel a lot like a boomerang-to-the-face. But still, it’s a good symbol for this place. We offer comfort and receive it.

Sue Ann would like a Commenter today to receive this one. Comment away, Lovies.

This next one is the charm that I should get soldered to my forehead. It’s for the Monkee who needs to remember that the world will continue to spin if she lays down for a spell. It’s for the Monkee who needs to remember, as one wise friend tells me again and again…that all is well and has always been well and will always, always be well.

This one will go to a New Follower who registers between now and Sunday evening, when the winners will be chosen randomly. Good Luck!

To see more of Sue Ann’s beautiful jewelry, visit her at

Shop away, Sue Ann has graciously offered to donate 10% of Monkee proceeds to the Monkee orphan fund.

Have a wonderful Weekend, Friends.

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