We clamor and cajole to be heard, to share our opinions, and to convince others of our “rightness”. We are forever trying to get people to see OUR point of view.
I am no different. I plead guilty. I fully admit to using any means possible to wake up and connect the community where I live. I use blogs and Facebook as well as many other types of social media like Twitter and LinkedIn.
A Fresh Focus
I spend a lot of time on this blog talking about my own feelings about the Farmer’s Market—what it means to me and why I feel it’s an important aspect of the community. So this morning, I decided to take to the streets with a clipboard and ask some strangers shopping at the market why they choose to shop at the City of Manassas Farmer’s Market.
Slug Tales
If you ask me, the best way to commute from communities in Northern Virginia to Washington is by slugging. Hands down. It’s convenient, fast, and even better, slugging is free – no SmarTrip card or cash required.
Mom on the Run
I’m home, finally, after a long and busy day at work. I walk in the front door, pass through the hall, and enter the kitchen. On my right, at the entry to the family room, sit a laundry basket and a plastic bin overflowing with my daughter’s clothes. I close my eyes for a second, breathe, and walk on, ignoring the chaos.
OPINION
I watched the first 2013 Virginia Gubernatorial Candidate Debate live-stream, and attended the second one in person. Both were well-orchestrated events with questions tailored to the hosts.
Opinion
I’ve never written about a Hyperloop.
Opinion
This is the definition of “hood” from the Urban Dictionary, a great source for modern communication.
A Fresh Focus
One of the main reasons that folks attend the Farmer’s Market is to purchase their meats, treats, and produce from the faces they’ve come to know and love week after week. I thought I’d take the opportunity to share with you some of my favorite faces at the market.
Slug Tales
As much as I love slugging, there’s one little thing that can make the ride a bit less enjoyable for me – I get car sick.
Mom on the Run
I’m at Walmart, roving around with a shopping cart. I have no list, I left it at home, and I’ve been told that my list is questionable anyway. “I didn’t use half that stuff, Mom,” my daughter said. And, “I don’t really need much more stuff,” my son shrugged.
