When The Boys’ Room Isn’t Safe For A Boy

Originally posted on Raising My Rainbow:

My son is six and a half years old.  He’s been potty trained with nary an accident since exactly his third birthday.

Last week, in his first grade classroom, he peed his pants.  He sat in his urine until the dismissal bell rang.  His pants were soaked and cold when he got out of school.  He was uncomfortable and he smelled.  He didn’t want anybody to know.  It was his secret.

He started crying in the car.

“I’m so ashamed of myself,” he said over and over again.  Tears rolled down his face, even though he willed them not to.  He couldn’t hold them back.

Come to find out, my son — with his long auburn hair, pink and purple fitted clothes, feminine backpack and wrist full of rainbow-colored loom bracelets – is terrified to use the boys’ bathroom at school.

photo 1On his first visit to the boys’ bathroom, he…

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Drinking the Kool-Aid: What Jonestown, the FLDS, and Michael Brown’s Death All Have in Common

Originally posted on STEPHANIE BERNABA:

I watched a 20/20, or a Dateline, or one of those shows last week. It was a repeat, about Warren Jeffs, and the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and it’s haunted me all week.

Temple of the FLDS in El Dorado, Texas Temple of the FLDS in El Dorado, Texas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Basically, this religious sect, if I understand it correctly, is a less-forgiving, more rigid model of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, better known as Mormons. They believe in plural marriage, living exclusively amongst others who believe the same,educating their own, staying far away from the world at large, etc…

Long story short, the original leader of this church, Rulan Jeffs, passed away, and the position was quickly assumed by his son, Warren, who assured his followers he was a conduit of God.

Trouble was, he was a criminal and a rapist, sentenced to twenty-plus years for aggravated sexual assault on a minor, i.e…

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Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring

Originally posted on the new rain and clouds:

20141216_195527When Howard passed away I wore my wedding ring through the days of Shiva. When those days were done I took it off and placed it on the small horn of the jade rhino near his ring, which is on the large horn. I think my wedding ring is beautiful. It is like me. It shines as it turns because it is 12 diamonds. At the same time it is humble and simple and understated, like me.

Tonight (and for the last couple of months) I missed my ring. I miss wearing it. It reminds me of Howard and of the love we shared. It is the only ring I’ve ever wanted to wear. Tonight I removed it from its display place and decided to start wearing it again. I put it on the ring finger of my right hand. I am admitting the reality of the incredible relationship that I…

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