• Potpourri - Slices of Life

    April Fool’s Day

    Well, I’m thinking that no April Fool’s Day would be complete without first agreeing  with the Psalmist: The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good.” And then, including an admonishment from the Proverbs: He that walketh with wise men shall be wise: but a companion of fools shall be destroyed.”  –13.20 April Fool’s Day has long been a day of silly tricks and pranks at our house — the one day a year that shenanigans can be played and everyone’s on the lookout…

  • Internet Addiction - Slices of Life

    The Thing About Blogs

    You know how you read that “lead in” sometimes?  The thing about _______ is_______.  Well, I’m seeing disclaimers or comments about bloggers and/or  blogging more and more frequently. So, I thought I’d write today a bit about blogging — or if I may be so bold, bloggers.  It seems that every blogger, now and then, writes a post about why they blog or why they’re not blogging — apologizing for not doing so and explaining how life’s gotten in the way. So, here’s mine.  I blogged for a number of years — pretty much every day or so, early on. …

  • Internet Addiction - my story - Slices of Life

    Internet Addiction

    Just like an extra hot grandé mocha… the addiction starts a sip at a time.  And you don’t even know it.  You don’t even realize the cost — just like that steaming cup of coffee — it’s so smooth, so gradual – so available, so everywhere, so chíc.  An isolated instance — not a big deal; not a great expense — not initially. Sometimes when I hear the rumble of the caffé steamer I think of the early days of the internet connection tone — choooooooooooo, clang, clang, clang, clang – chooooooooooooooooo, click: Welcome, You’ve Got Mail! Life’s going on…

  • Family - Motherhood - my story

    internet junkie

    There have been times when I imagined that one day I’d be sitting in a circle waiting for my turn to introduce myself and then when the person beside me finished their introduction and small talk, they’d glance at me, signaling my turn, and then I’d say:  I don’t know why I’m here or how I got to this point, but here I am.   So, hello, I’m pamela and I’m an internet junkie. I used to say (and laugh about it) that one day there’s going to be a branch of medicine dedicated to the emotional problems, effects and disorders…