communication, social media, wisdom, women

And now for a few thoughts about STELLA Parton… ♥️

I ripped off the photo from Stella’s Facebook page. I like the defiant look in her eyes.

Welcome to my Saturday morning blog post, y’all. I wrote yesterday that I was going to move on from writing about Dolly Parton. The truth is, I’m sure Dolly’s name will come up later in my blogging pursuits. I’ve just decided to move on from writing about her today. Instead, I want to offer some thoughts about her younger sister, Stella.

I thought I’d written about Stella before. I see that I only gave her a mention on this post, back in 2023… And I also mentioned her a couple of days ago on this post… Today, I’m going to give her more “airtime”, because I think she merits it. The more I see from her, the more I like her. She reminds me of my late, great Aunt Estelle, who was my Granny’s younger sister.

Before I explain why I really like Stella, allow me to explain about Granny and her sister, Estelle. You see, Granny was the fifth of ten children. She was a very kind, mature, wise woman who had a good sense of humor. Many people in our community adored my Granny. She lived to be almost 101 years old, and her funeral was huge.

Estelle died on Halloween back in 2002. She smoked like a chimney and had a voice like steel wool. She was hilariously outspoken and witty. I didn’t know her as well as I would have liked, but I knew her well enough to adore her. I took comfort in Estelle, because her personality was not unlike my own. I remember Granny once told me that Estelle sometimes embarrassed her because she was so forward with her opinions. But Granny also loved Estelle very much. I have a feeling it’s because Estelle said things that Granny felt she couldn’t or shouldn’t say. I have occupied that same role, especially in my marriage to Bill.

Stella Parton, who is the sixth of twelve children in the Parton family, was close to her sister, Dolly. She’s a singer, songwriter, and artist, and like Dolly, she was blessed with a keen intellect and sharp wit. Stella recently posted that she and Dolly used to talk on the phone early every Tuesday morning. They’d drink coffee and shoot the shit. Stella’s Tuesdays are never going to be the same again, because Dolly died on Tuesday of this past week. Naturally, Stella is going through it right now…

On August 8th, Stella posted this status on her Facebook page. It caused quite a row…

I could not agree with Stella more on this… People need to learn to respect other people’s spaces.

I did leave a comment on her post, but I forgot about it until I saw it reposted somewhere else.

This was posted on a guy named Anthony’s page… which only goes to show that Stella is a public figure, too. Apparently, that means that some people think she should “keep quiet”. 🙄

When I saw the above photo, I decided to go back to the original post. I started reading the comments, and immediately got to work blocking a LOT of people who don’t know the definition of hypocrisy. These are right leaning folks who have absolutely no issue whatsoever with Donald Trump doing whatever he wants. They applaud him changing the name of the Gulf of Mexico and Lake Ontario. They cheer as he uses our tax money to send members of the military to Iran to fight and potentially die in another endless war. They look the other way when he brags about sexually molesting women and ripping people off. Hell, they don’t even care when he flat out says he doesn’t care about anyone. He just wants their votes. 🤬

But Stella Parton– who is famous, but not nearly as famous as her sister was– can’t express her political views on her Facebook page. I saw so many people berating Stella because Dolly famously kept her political opinions private. I think it’s pretty obvious that Dolly was not in the MAGA cult. I don’t know if she identified with a political party. I don’t, myself. But clearly, she wasn’t a Trump fan, in spite of Trump’s most recent AI generated bullshit… She certainly didn’t follow his example in her lifetime. Dolly was constructive and kind. Trump turns everything he touches to shit.

Trump supporters don’t care that he put this disgraceful bullshit out there. Of course it’s AI, because Dolly didn’t hang out with Trump.

So I liked Stella’s post, which went up three weeks ago… But other people didn’t like it. At this writing, there are over 4,600 responses, which are still being posted as recently as today. Some were supportive. Others were NASTY. People had the nerve to post shit like this:

Well that’s sad that you have that kind of words for us Maga people. I really liked you but I guess three are wolves in sheep’s clothing.. SAD SAD HOW EVIL THE HEARTS OF SOMEONE DEMONRATS

You should ask yourself “what would Dolly do?” She had too much class to even talk politics, both sides loved her, she was a treasure.

Stella, I don’t think I could listen to your music.

I agree with some of your stuff however did you complain when the last piece of trash allowed all of the illegals in. Drove up the price of groceries and rent. Causing more homeless AMericans than ever in history? More children living on the street because their parent cant afford housing do to supply and demand. More illegals driving up demand makes rent go up and causes a housing shortage. But wait you dont care living on Dolly’s handouts. (Wow… this guy is clueless.)

Stick to being a performer , you know like your sister did!!!! Def not as smart as Dolly and if that deserves a block by all means block me. I had no idea she even had a sister !!!!!!!

I will pray for you Stella

Dolly was smart. She never publicly commented on politics because she was smart. Stella on the other hand is quite stupid! Trump is carrying the weight of the world and obviously loves America.

He’s my president. I appreciate and respect what he is doing.

I won’t be reading anything else from Stella. You’re out!!!!

Well, you know Stella, while your sister Dolly had such a big humbling career because she never brought politics into her entertainment lane. Maybe if you tried that you would be a little better known.

And one of the reasons why your sister was so loved is because she kept politics to the politicians but gave us her beautiful music and big heart instead of bashing someone (anyone) like you do. She’d be ashamed.

Well this was disappointing. I was expecting you to be smart like Dolly and stay away from politics. Instead I read you name calling and insulting the president and his family, while telling others to stop insulting someone, namely you, because they don’t know you. I guess they know you as well as you know the presidents family. You do fun church and yet you name call and insult a whole family because you don’t like his politics. Leave it all to God.

Thank God Dolly had the good sense NOT to make her political leanings known but I believe you just ruined that for her. She would not dare to insult over 80 million people in this country as you just did. Thank you Stella.

I pray she didn’t privately bash President Trump!

I loved Dolly and respected her for not voicing her political views but now you make me wonder if she might have actually voted for stupid Kamala Harris…ewwwwwww.

Thanks for demeaning my love and respect for Dolly.

You’re the one who needs to snap it during this mourning of your beloved sister.

Of course there are more… but I think you get the idea. I’m sure Stella can take it. She’s tough and smart, and she has a wicked sense of humor with a side of sass. She added a couple more comments, and now has seemingly moved on, while people continue to bash her for expressing herself on her own Facebook page.

Yeah… I agree. People should learn the secret of scrolling, and really embrace that idea of freedom that Americans seem to think we still have in our country.

Just because someone is an entertainer, that doesn’t mean they don’t have the right to voice their opinions, especially on social media. Why shouldn’t Stella have the same right anyone else does to have and voice an opinion? She’s an American, too. Those who don’t like it can simply unfollow, unsubscribe, or block. The SAME people who are complaining about Stella’s opinions would be CHEERING if she expressed support for Trump. They would NEVER berate her for sharing her political views, if her opinions matched theirs. They are nothing but HYPOCRITES!

Stella and Cassie Parton sang with their famous sister on Porter Wagoner’s show…

Now… I do think that performers should keep airing their political views to a minimum when they are performing, unless they’ve made it clear that they will be talking about politics. Most people don’t pay good money to listen to political bullshit at a show. But on Facebook? Hell yes… let ‘er rip! Stella has every right to express herself. Other folks can simply scroll on.

Here’s one more post Stella shared. I agree with this one, too…

She’s confronting people and maybe alienating them… but I think she’s telling the truth. Why so many people want to worship a man who wouldn’t piss on them if they were on fire is genuinely baffling to me. She’s not wrong to call them out for being stupid.
She says at least she’s told the truth as she knows it… and God bless her for that! More people should do it.

I really like Stella. No, she’s not Dolly. There will only be ONE Dolly. She’s Stella Parton, and she’s just awesome, in my opinion. The world needs outspoken, spirited people like Stella, just as much as they need empathetic people like Dolly. And we definitely all could do with no more Donald Trumps. 🙏

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One last Dolly Parton memory, and then I’ll move on…

Over the past couple of days, I’ve been thinking a lot about Dolly Parton, as well as the other people who have so suddenly passed on. Yesterday, I wrote about the celebrities who have recently died, but I also lost an old co-worker/classmate/friend. I’ve been thinking about my friend Angel a lot, too, since I heard about her death yesterday. When someone you knew in high school dies, it really makes you reflect on your own life… especially when it seems like high school wasn’t that long ago (although it really was… 🤭).

I liked Dolly Parton very much… I especially loved most of her music, and I really respected her talents as a singer, songwriter, and player. I also enjoyed some of her movies. I haven’t seen all of Dolly’s movies, but I have seen a few. Some of them I loved, and some I thought were decent, if not great. I confess that I’ve never tried any of her cake mixes or frozen meals, but I suppose those business deals helped her fund some of her best causes.

In the wake of the news about Dolly Parton’s death, I was reminded of something that happened in the winter of 1985. My parents and I were living in Gloucester, Virginia, where they ran a business out of our home. My mom loved Kenny Rogers’ music, while my dad liked Dolly’s music. That year, Dolly Parton was on very well-publicized tour with Kenny. It was about two years after the two of them scored a big hit singing “Islands in the Stream”, a song that was written by The Bee Gees– Barry, Maurice, and Robin Gibb. In 1985, Kenny and Dolly had another hit song called “Real Love”.

Dolly and Kenny sing “Real Love” in concert. I didn’t know this song before today.

I got pretty sick of “Islands in the Stream” when it was popular. It got played non-stop on the radio, and in those days, I listened to the radio all the time. Also, on a more personal level, back in 1986, when I was still showing my pony, Rusty, we got beaten out for state champion in the Hunter Pleasure Pony division at the Virginia State 4H horse show by a chestnut mare named Islands in the Stream. I was 14, and disappointed that I had to settle for reserve champion. Of course, now I’m proud of that accomplishment. I repeated it in 1988.

I appreciate this song much more in 2026…

Anyway, on March 8, 1985, my mom and dad had tickets to see Kenny and Dolly perform at the Hampton Coliseum in Hampton,Virginia, a venue that was built in 1973, the year after my birth in that same city. It’s located about an hour’s drive from my parents’ former home in Gloucester. That concert was a really big deal. People loved Kenny and Dolly together. They had a lot of chemistry, and of course, the men loved looking Dolly’s big boobs. 😏

I remember my parents went to the show, and when they came back home, my mom said that Dolly Parton had been replaced by Dottie West. Dottie West, if you are old enough to remember, was a fiery redhead, and she and Kenny made a great album of duets together in 1978. That album was called Ev’ry Time Two Fools Collide, and it had some awesome songs on it. My parents had it on 8-track, and I used to listen to it on my dad’s “dinosaur” stereo all the time.

I love Bob Seger’s original version of this song, which Kenny sang with Sheena Easton. Dolly joined him on this duet for the Real Love tour in 1985. I think Kenny and Dolly do this very well… but Bob’s version is my favorite. Dolly joked about Sheena when she sang in this video… I can hear her sounding a little hoarse.

My mom said that people were really upset that Dolly wasn’t there. A lot of people didn’t attend, and/or demanded refunds. Until Dolly’s passing the other day, I had forgotten about that concert, which my mom said had been excellent. Dottie West had a different style and voice than Dolly’s, but she and Kenny also had tremendous chemistry. And they had several hits together, as well as some beautiful “sleeper” songs that got far less airplay.

To be honest, I think I would have preferred Dottie to Dolly, had I gotten tickets to that show, mainly because I loved the music she and Kenny made on their duet album. For a long time, Ev’ry Time Two Fools Collide wasn’t even available on CD or MP3. I had to rely on a cassette I made of my dad’s 8-track, which if you know anything about 8-tracks, was kind of a bad solution. Thankfully, now it’s easier to find.

Kenny and Dottie were also good together…

In the wake of Dolly’s death, I suddenly remembered my parents going to that show, and went looking to find out why Dolly was replaced. It turns out that year, toward the end of February, Dolly was suffering from a bad case of the flu and persistent throat problems. She temporarily dropped out of the tour to recover. The show my parents had tickets to see was one of the shows that was affected by Dolly’s illness in 1985. Kenny and Dolly later performed together at the Hampton Coliseum in April 1990.

I don’t know why people were offended that Dottie replaced Dolly. She was also wonderful with Kenny. Bwahahaaha… he jokingly called Dottie “Dolly” in this video!

As I’m reading up on that particular tour, I see that Kenny and Dolly had other problems. They were supposed to perform together on March 17, 1985 at the Pontiac Silverdome, but that show had to be canceled because of an ice storm that caused the stadium’s inflatable fabric roof to deflate and cave in.

Dottie West died on September 4, 1991. She had been involved in a car accident on August 30, 1991, having caught a ride with her neighbor, George Thackston. Thackston was speeding– doing 55 miles an hour when he should have been doing 25– on a highway exit ramp. He lost control of the car, and it went airborne and hit an embankment. Thackston survived the accident, but Dottie had a ruptured spleen and lacerated liver. She lost too much blood and ultimately passed away on an operating table, as she was about to undergo surgery.

As for the Hampton Coliseum… I attended a number of events and concerts there. The one concert I remember best, though, took place on August 22, 1990, just before I started attending college at the institution that is now called Longwood University. James Taylor played on that night, and I saw him from nosebleed seats… I remember tickets were just $18.50. It was the first of four times I’ve seen James play, and it was my very first “rock” concert.

While that might not seem very impressive, I’ve never been one to attend a lot of concerts because I either didn’t have the money, or couldn’t be arsed to deal with the crowds and other logistics. In 2018 and 2019, Bill and I made a point of going to concerts. It was a good thing we did that, because right after that, the world got hit by the pandemic. Since the pandemic, Bill and I have only been to two concerts– Keb’ Mo’ and… James Taylor… 😁

James is getting up there in age, too. I hope we can catch him again before he joins Dolly, Dottie, Kenny, and his older brother, Alex, up there where all of the musicians go after their lives end.

One last thought… Kenny and Dolly did a really nice song in 2013 called “You Can’t Make Old Friends.” That song is one of my favorite duets by them. It’s especially poignant, now that they’re both gone.

They really were great old friends…

Anyway… so ends today’s blog post. I hope you have a great Friday!

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“Wildflowers don’t care where they grow…”

Gonna post a few obits before I get down to business… Featured photo was taken on the Island of Gotland, on the way to Visby, Sweden, back in 2023… I was on a bus, hence the glass glare.

Good morning, blog fans. I’m sitting here reeling from the drama of the past couple of days. Last night, I got the news that not only have we lost Dolly Parton, but we’ve also lost Tim Curry. Tim Curry was a great musical theater performer. He played Frank-N-Furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Rooster Hannigan in the 1982 film adaptation of Annie… and other roles that I’m less familiar with at this point in time. I think just those two roles alone are notable. Feast your eyes…

The first time I saw this film, I was in college and home for the weekend. I went to the Naro Expanded Cinema in Norfolk, Virginia, where they still had actors acting out the film, while people threw toast and shit. I later saw it on my college campus on Lankford Mall…

I saw Annie in a Williamsburg, Virginia movie theater. My sister took me. I was ten years old… or thereabouts. I admit I haven’t seen the other Annie adaptations, but I think it would be hard to top these performances by Carol Burnett, Bernadette Peters, and Mr. Curry. That movie had some really excellent casting, complete with the late Ann Reinking, who was absolutely mesmerizing when she danced.

I know Tim Curry was very ill at the end, and had suffered from significant health problems for years. He was also 80 years old. I’m glad he’s no longer suffering, but he sure was a bright light when we was still among the living.

Wow… they were really great! I loved this film when I was a kid.
God, she was gorgeous! I might have to get my hands on this movie.

Last night, I was also thinking about Jaye P. Morgan, who was famous for being a judge on The Gong Show. I loved her. She was hilarious… At the end of the act, Jamie Farr carried her back to her seat.

They should have gotten a higher score. Jaye P. Morgan hooked them up!

And we also lost Shelley Fabares, a lovely lady who was on The Donna Reed Show, and famously sang “Johnny Angel”, which I later parodied and called “Donny A-Hole”.

She sure was pretty! She was married to Mike Farrell, famous for his role as B.J. Hunnicutt on M*A*S*H.
My version from seven months ago… not quite so ethereal…

I also learned this morning that an old friend/classmate/co-worker passed unexpectedly the other day. My friend Angel was a year older than me, and we both worked at Gloucester Veterinary Hospital in Gloucester, Virginia, back in the late 1980s. It was my first paying job, and we worked as kennel techs on the weekends. Angel went on to become a veterinary technician, and from what I can tell, she was much beloved by a lot of more recent friends and co-workers.

I don’t know why Angel passed. She’d just recently had a birthday and turned 55 years old, and her passing was very sudden. The strange thing is, I was literally thinking about her within the past couple of days. I hadn’t seen or spoken to her personally in years, and rarely interacted with her on Facebook. Yet now, especially since I just found out about her death, it seems like her soul touched me on the shoulder from somewhere out there.

My thoughts of Angel came while I was walking Noyzi and Charlie, and I remembered how she and one of the vets we worked for seemingly had a rather contentious relationship. He made a negative comment to me about Angel that, I think, might have been based on something besides her work. It was an awkward moment that made me think that particular vet was a bit of an asshole. That old memory just popped in my head, for some reason, even though I had no specific reason to think of it.

I ended up quitting that job before I found out what happened, but Angel later made a comment to me that indicated that her relationship with our former boss didn’t improve, and she left that (very underpaid) job soon after I did. Nevertheless, in spite of that situation, she still stayed in the veterinary field, working most recently in the Midwest.

I do have some memories of riding in her old white Chevette, playing with the “blood donor” dog and cat resident at the hospital, and listening to Angel sing along to the radio. I especially remember her Gloria Estefan impression! I specifically remember her singing along to the song, “1, 2, 3”, which was a hit when we were in high school. I distinctly remember her belting out “Come on baby, say you love me!” I think Angel also played flute in the high school band.

Based on her Facebook photos, I can see that Angel enjoyed many happy years working with animals, easing their pain, discomfort, and fear, and easing their suffering when veterinary science could no longer help them. I’m sure she’s now reunited with all of the animals she loved here on Earth. My heart goes out to her family and her friends whose memories of her are much more current than mine are.

Now… on to my post title…

Yesterday, I sang “Wildflowers”, a beautiful song Dolly Parton wrote and sang for the Trio album, which came out in 1987. Dolly made that album with Linda Ronstadt and Emmylou Harris, two similarly gifted singers and musicians. You can imagine, the songs on that album, made when the three of them were still fairly young, were absolutely sublime. I don’t think Linda sang on “Wildflowers”, as I’ve only seen it credited to Dolly and Emmylou.

Although my dad had a copy of Trio, and I own a couple of copies of it, myself, for some reason, I didn’t know “Wildflowers” before I decided to sing it. I literally learned that song yesterday morning. I felt compelled to try it because I felt like it captured the essence of Dolly’s originality and free spirited side. But it also spoke to ME.

Just before I discovered that song yesterday, I was having a conversation with Bill about how my life has turned out… and how I feel like I’ve been blown away to another place. Dolly sings about wildflowers being carried by the wind to new gardens, places where they have the chance to grow and thrive.

When I was growing up, I pictured myself married, with children, working at a job somewhere in the United States. I figured we’d have a home of our own, and my husband would not have a past. I thought we’d settle somewhere, become members of a community, and have friends and loved ones near…

Well, as you can see, that’s not how things turned out for me. Part of the reason I’m so far from home is because I made some decisions that sent me away… for instance, joining the Peace Corps and moving to Armenia for two years, and then attending graduate school in South Carolina. I did think, though, that once Bill left the Army, we’d wind up being regular Americans in the United States. And yet, here we sit in Germany.

The trouble is… I’m not sure how I can go back “home”. I don’t feel like I belong there anymore. I don’t feel like I can relate to people I used to know, including my own family members. It’s not really what I expected or wanted. It’s just how things turned out.

So, Dolly’s song, “Wildflowers”, really hit me in the feelings yesterday. I feel like it represented her on a lot of levels, but it also represents me. Most people who “know” me, don’t really know me at all. They’ve never taken the time. I guess the same could be said for me about them. Unfortunately, that’s kind of how life seems to be in the 21st century, as people form relationships behind screens.

That was something that made Dolly Parton special. She might not have known people personally, but she made an effort to connect with them, and she usually succeeded. She was warm and empathic, but smart… even shrewd… about the business of being an artist. That’s why she excelled in a field that, before she broke through frontiers, was really a man’s world. God only knows what kind of sexist, patronizing bullshit Dolly endured, back in the early days of her legendary career.

I’m not nearly as good at connecting with people as Dolly was. She was very good at diplomacy. I’m not, really. I think I’m more like Dolly’s sister, Stella, who is a real spitfire. But I can see a little of that in Dolly, too… 😉

Oh shit…

Anyway… I probably could write more about this, and I probably will. But I need to move on to the next chore, which is the dreaded vacuuming that I always do on Thursdays. So, I think I’ll end this post. I hope wherever you are, you’re enjoying your day… and that you are not facing more loss.

I really am shocked by my friend, Angel’s, passing. I wasn’t super close to her at all, but I do have many memories of when we worked together, even if we didn’t run in the same circles when we were in school. May she rest in peace, up there with Dolly, Tim, Jaye, and Shelley…

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My thoughts on Dolly… and a song…

Last night, just after dinner, I got the terribly sad news that the world has lost Dolly Parton. Although I can’t say I was completely shocked, given the recent headlines about her health, and the fact that she was 80 years old, it was still a tremendous blow. I read the headlines and remembered all of her songs, her movies, and her many charitable acts for which she was so famous. Dolly was a smart businesswoman, but she was also someone almost everybody loved. She was a rare uniter of people… and she did so much good for the world in her life.

I loved Dolly most for her incredible songwriting and singing talents, but I also enjoyed her as an actress. One of the very first movies I ever saw in a movie theater was 9 to 5, which came out in 1980. She starred in that film with Dabney Coleman, Lily Tomlin, and Jane Fonda, and proved that she was as good at acting as she was at singing, songwriting, and making money.

Dolly was so generous with her money, too. She created charities, helped people in need, and treated everyone with dignity and respect. She wore wigs, heavy makeup, rhinestones, and got facelifts and fake boobs… But you’d be hard pressed to know someone more authentic and genuine as a person… or, at least that’s what I’ve heard from those who were fortunate to know her personally. If she was faking her deep love for humanity, she was also a brilliant actress, indeed.

I don’t think any part of Dolly’s personality was fake, even though she often joked about how much money it cost for her to look so “cheap”. She was warm, gifted, down-to-earth, and lovely. When I think about the wisdom and earthiness she imparted in her songs, always crafted to tell compelling stories that hooked the masses, I am just astounded by her gifts.

Dolly Parton came from among the humblest of origins, born in a shack in Tennessee, the fourth of twelve children, to parents who paid the doctor with a sack of cornmeal. Her father couldn’t read. But Dolly grew up to change the world, and many thousands of children learned to read because she literally sent them books. She gave so many people opportunities– everyone from singers, musicians, and songwriters, to business people, communities, and organizations. She even helped fund the research for the Moderna vaccine, which helped arrest the COVID-19 pandemic.

Dolly also had a wonderful sense of humor. She often made me laugh… but last night, she made me cry. I decided I needed to sing one of her songs as a humble tribute.

This morning, I ran across Dolly’s song, “Wildflowers”, which is from the 1987 album, Trio. Dolly made that album with two other wonderful singers, Linda Ronstadt and Emmylou Harris. I’m not sure Linda sang on “Wildflowers”, but Emmylou did… and the lyrics just really spoke to me. It’s a song about a woman who was different and “wild”, and she had to leave her “roots” and sprout someone more suitable. Boy, can I relate to that, on SO many levels… I’ve just never seemed to fit in anywhere, and I have definitely felt the desire to uproot and go to places where I felt more like I belonged.

I learned the song this morning and it took quite a few tries… I’m not even sure I’ve come close to doing it justice, but my voice was protesting, so I needed to settle on something. So, for better or worse, here’s my song for Dolly… may she rest in eternal and everlasting peace. I’m truly going to miss her, and I will never forget her.

I like to think that maybe Dolly has moved on to her next garden… ready to sprout in fertile soil and spring forth anew… whenever her soul might be now.

We lost a light yesterday…

LYRICS

The hills were alive with wildflowers and I
Was as wild, even wilder than they
For at least I could run
They just died in the sun
And I refused to just wither in place

Just a wild mountain rose
Needing freedom to grow
So I ran fearing not where I’d go
When a flower grows wild
It can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

And the flowers I knew
In the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
They were common and close
I had no room for growth
And I wanted so much to branch out

So I uprooted myself from my home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild
It can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

I grew up fast and wild
And I never felt right
In a garden so different from me
I just never belonged
I just longed to be gone
So the garden one day set me free

I hitched a ride with the wind
And since he was my friend
I just let him decide where we’d go
When a flower grows wild
It can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

Just a wild rambling rose seeking mysteries untold
No regret for the path that I chose
When a flower grows wild
It can always survive
Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

Wildflowers don’t care where they grow

Dolly Parton

God bless you, Dolly… Godspeed, and thank you for everything!

There will probably be more posts about Dolly in the coming days. I suspect I’ll have more to write about her as I process her passing. She was one of those celebrities whose death is actually painful on many levels.

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“Hey girl… a man is not a plan…” 🤔

Happy Tuesday to you all. It’s another cool, breezy morning here in Deutschland. Bill and I spent our first night on a brand new mattress topper I ordered from the US Amazon site. The old one was purchased in March 2023, just before our sweet dog, Arran, passed.

After 3.5 years, that mattress topper had become a bit worn out and dented. So I bought a new one, and it arrived yesterday. Poor Bill had a hell of a time lugging it home, because it was pretty heavy and cumbersome. But he did manage to get it here, and we set it up with freshly washed sheets. I think he enjoyed a better sleep. I didn’t, unfortunately, because of the fucking mosquitos that keep biting me. Fortunately, it will soon be cold enough to stop using the air conditioner and shut the balcony door.

What’s that got to do with my title? Well, not that much, except to point out that sometimes men are truly good. I found a very good man. I realized I was very lucky, and believe me, when I think of those who would eventually be “lucky in love”, I never thought I’d be among that crowd. I wasn’t exactly a “hot number”, back in the day. 🙄 I’m definitely not one now, either. Still, I got lucky in love, and found myself a “good” man. In November, we will celebrate 24 years of a fairly blissful marriage.

So, again… if that’s my reality, what’s with the post title?

This morning, I saw a reel on Facebook that gave me pause.

She’s not necessarily wrong… but this is not guaranteed to happen. Aside from that, sometimes even when you do have a plan, things can still go awry.

The above reel is by a very well spoken woman warning other women about the dangers of the “trad wife” fad. The woman tells a horror story of a woman who has a master’s degree in education and a law degree. She met her husband in law school. He wanted a traditional wife. They got married, and she didn’t take the bar or start a career. Instead, she had five children and stayed home.

Fifteen years later, the woman caught her husband husband cheating on her and now they’re splitting up. This lady telling the horror story says that the woman has “nothing”. She has “no experience”. She is “screwed”, because she married a dirtbag (my word) who is attempting to leave her high and dry. 🤔 Dirtbag husband has a $300,000 job that he got, courtesy of one of the moms in his wife’s “mom” group.

The woman in the video goes on to warn young women NOT to become “trad wives”. She says they need to focus on themselves, start careers of their own, keep up their skills, and never let a man “trap” them in a “trad wife” lifestyle.

Well… as someone who kind of lives a little like a “trad wife”, I just want to add my own two cents. First off, just to be clear– I never had any intention of being a “trad wife”. I also don’t actually consider myself a “trad wife”. I’m not putting on dresses, makeup, and high heels, serving my husband hot apple pie. But I am a housewife, even though that wasn’t my plan, either. 🤷‍♀️

Here’s what I would say to/about the woman in the horror story.

First off… the woman in the above story does not have “nothing“. She still has two advanced degrees! Is she up-to-date on her skills? Maybe not, but she can take refresher courses. As a mother of five, she certainly has some experience in education, even if it’s not through paid work. Nowadays, there are more solutions than ever to improve and update one’s credentials, although sadly, getting a good job is hard for everybody right now.

Secondly, if she went to law school– especially if she graduated– she must know that her husband can’t just leave her high and dry. This would be a time when, perhaps, her “mom” friends can help her out. Divorce lawyers can’t work on a contingency basis, but there are organizations who can help the woman in this story get what she needs. As someone who went to law school, she’s probably in the best situation to help herself. She’s definitely better off than someone who got married straight out of high school. Surely, she has the research skills and a few connections to find some way to divorce her husband without being totally screwed. She might even consider consulting a social worker. Social workers are great at finding free and low cost resources for people in trouble.

Now… here’s what I will say about MY situation…

I’m not gonna lie. There have been many times in my marriage when I’ve worried about what I would do if my marriage didn’t work out. It IS something to consider. Marriage probably is overrated, especially these days, as Republicans do their best to try to wrangle women back into the kitchen.

However, because I tend to get anxious about things, I have proactively made some provisions in case something disastrous happens. Here’s a brief list:

  • I prioritized paying off debt. It wasn’t easy, especially in our learn early years, but I made a point of paying off my student loans as soon as possible. I don’t carry credit card debt, although I DO have credit cards, and the one with the highest limit is in my own name. All women should, at least, have a credit card in their own name for emergencies. All women should also make sure to have a credit rating– preferably a good one. 😉
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  • I saved up money in my OWN bank account. Granted, this was possible because Bill is a total mensch, and he lets me save money from his salary. If you’re with someone who wants you to stay home, but doesn’t understand your absolute need for money that only you have access to, that’s when you should consider ending the relationship. Have that discussion BEFORE you get married. You might even want to draw up a contract.
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  • I did not go into debt to have children. I wanted children, but due to Bill’s decision to have a vasectomy when he was married previously, it wasn’t going to be possible without medical intervention. Bill had a reversal done free of charge, thanks to the Army. It didn’t work. I accepted that, and did not undergo expensive procedures so I could have a baby. I realize that is a personal choice, but for me, it made no sense to go deeper into debt so I could have children. I know people who have children courtesy of their credit cards. I’m sure they are grateful they were able to do that, but it wasn’t something I was comfortable doing, myself. I have a strong aversion to being in debt to corporations.
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  • I waited until marriage to have sex. I write this because it’s the truth, although I know that most people can’t or won’t do it, themselves. I think waiting until marriage, or at least a commitment, for sex was a very good decision. It had nothing to do with religion or anything like that. It was a pragmatic decision. I just didn’t want to have casual sex with anyone. Sex can make your life VERY complicated, especially when you have it with someone you don’t like that much. Risking an unintended pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases is pretty foolish, especially nowadays. That being said, I know that people are going to have sex. I hope they use birth control AND insist on condom use.
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  • I have my own car, and it’s paid for. This is a MUST. If you need to escape, especially if you live in the United States, where public transportation isn’t that good, you need to have a car.
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  • We don’t have a mortgage. Again, some people might disagree with this. I always wanted my own house, and I hope someday we will have one. However, owning a home, especially when you’re a global nomad, is an expensive burden. And since we don’t have children together, there’s really no sense in taking on that burden. I think it’s less stressful to rent, especially if you have a great landlord (which, at this point, we do).
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  • We are well insured, and as an Army retiree’s wife, I’ll get benefits, as long as I don’t remarry. I highly doubt I would want to do that, anyway. One wedding was definitely enough! Bill enrolled in the Survivor Benefits Plan, so I would get part of his retirement pay if he passes before me. If he dies, I also get to keep my TRICARE coverage, as long as I don’t remarry before age 55. I’m 54 now. We definitely aren’t going to get divorced. 🤷‍♀️
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  • Finally… once we had some extra money, I invested. It started with about $1,000, but it’s now grown to over $100,000. I am actually kind of amazed by it, because I initially invested money in 2012, because I was curious about it. It’s nice to have that money now.
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I keep busy doing things that I’m good at and love, like writing and making music. I invest in my interests. If something were to happen to Bill, it would be devastating and life changing. But as a housewife, I’m not going to be in a desperate situation, right off the bat. At least not at this point in time. Things can and do change.

The last thing I want to state is that I would NOT trade my years of being an overeducated housewife and traveling through Europe for working in a cubicle for someone else! I just wouldn’t. 🤷‍♀️

I know some people would scoff at me for that, but it’s absolutely been worth it to me to be available for trips with Bill through Europe. This is something that can never be taken away. One can even argue that being able to document those trips through photos and blog posts is useful for other people besides me. That is, in and of itself, a kind of “work”. It even earns AdSense pennies. 🤣

I write this post not to offer advice, per se. I know that not everyone can do what I’ve managed to do. I guess what I’m trying to say is that there’s more than one way to get through life. Sometimes, you can bust your ass at a career, trying to set yourself up for success, and shit still happens. A woman can do all she can to make sure she won’t be trapped, only to run into unforeseen circumstances. Post divorce financial hardship happens to men, too, even the ones with good careers. Just ask Bill.

I do realize that I am VERY lucky. I found a faithful husband who is very good to me. I know he’s faithful because he’s literally by my side almost every night. On the nights he’s not with me physically, he’s chatting with me. 🤭 Sometimes, I don’t even want to chat with him… but he always contacts me every night from his trips. I trust him implicitly, and so far, he’s proven to me that he’s 100 percent worthy of my trust. And again… I understand that makes me VERY lucky, indeed. I don’t know what I did to deserve him, or if I even do… but he is one hell of a great husband!

I just don’t think it’s helpful to blame people for things that happen to them, unless they’ve truly done unwise things. The woman described in the above reel does not sound like someone who was “unwise.” She DID go to school. She IS educated. She WILL be okay, eventually. Hopefully, she has her wits about her, and some people in her life who are willing and able to help. As for her dirtbag husband, I suspect karma will catch up will him, soon. 😉

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