The Event

I am so disgusted by the former governor's deceitful behavior. It reminds me of the "big house" during a dark period of this country's history when the Master could do whatever he wanted with whomever. I cannot believe that he is calling the birth of his son, "the event" as if it is only deserving of a mention.

There is a very thin line between a secret and a lie. I remember that people held secrets dear in the "olden days." Someone would go to New York for the summer and then come back with their "baby cousin." Surprisingly, people are still doing that. I love knowing the truth of the "secrets" some of my friends think they have. I find it interesting that they love living the secret, or what I prefer to call the lie.

One of my friends always says "If it doesn't come out in the wash, it will come out in the rinse." The "Spermanator" certainly found that out.

Secrets are always harmful to everyone involved. It creates a lifetime of "living on the edge," always wondering when the truth will come out. Last night as part of a lesson I taught, one person said her mother always told her that "Truth is Truth." I knew that was profound, and as these events unfold, I understand its profundity.

Another friend told me that she has concluded that men are dogs. I was thinking about this as I saw Chaz Bono on practically every talk show this week. He talked about how many things are different now that he is a man. His sex drive is stronger and he can hardly stand "small talk." He said that men are not to blame for some of their behavior because it is within them. Hmmm, since he had inhabited both bodies, I imagine he is some kind of an expert in a weird sort of way.

Shame on you Swarzenegger and other secret holders. Truth is truth, and sooner or later, it will come out at the expense of all involved.

Find Your Sacred Place

I am watching Oprah's show, which I only watch when there is something on which interests me, and she highlighted some of the shows which she thought taught the greatest lessons. One of the people was Toni Morrison, whom I love. She talked about the loss of her son and how she expects to be sad for the rest of her life. She said that if she didn't feel that way, it would be an insult to her son's memory. I immediately called my friend, who lost her daughter recently, and shared that quote. My advice to her was BE SAD!

Once again, I digressed. What really struck me from Toni Morrison was her thought that we all need to find our sacred place--a place where it is Me. She said it may be a room or a garden, but it should be a place. Then it occurred to me that my garden has become my place. I thank two special friends, Val and Lucille! I now understand what you were trying to teach me all of those years!

If you have not yet found one--please find your "sacred place."

Obama, Osama, and Love

I am very excited by last night's event, but, unfortunately, someone had to die for some people to give the President his props as a leader. For ten years, bin Laden enjoyed his freedom and no one could find him. It was "gangsta" that my beloved President was able to carry out his stealth plan and still remains the coolest ever.

Even when he was roasting "the hairther" at the correspondents' dinner, he knew what was happening in Pakistan. As Sharon Osborne said on The Talk, it also reminded me of Don Corleone when he was at a baby's christening when he knew that mayhem was taking place somewhere else.

President Obama would be a fantastic poker player, because he epitomizes the poker face. He knew how to keep everything close to the chest and it was a surprise to everyone when Sixty Minutes was put on hold last night. I am so, so proud of him.

I was also extremely touched to see him and his wife on Oprah today. The love (and like) that they have for each other was remarkably obvious. The body language was incredible. The hand binding, the looks, and the respect, epitomized what love is really all about. It was a thrilling day!