truth telling

Truth telling leaves me conflicted. Things, circumstances and events look prettier when sugar-coated. The problem is, leaving Realville is detrimental to my mental health. The stinky elephant lived too long in my living room, not discussed.

My recent talk at the Samaritan Counseling Center is illustrative of my inner conflict. I attempted to speak honestly of what it was like to grow up in a household with alcoholic parents. How I learned to cope with my own demons through the years to become (somewhat) of a stable personality. How I labored over and analyzed every single syllable of that speech!

What had me at an impasse? What had my innards in an uproar?. My dad (who has been gone since 1978) and my Mom (died 2011) cheered me on. ‘Tell the truth’, they implored. ‘Let people know there IS a way out of addiction’.

After some pondering, I think I know why giving my talk didn’t feel better. Why I didn’t leave the building skipping and saying, ‘Whew!! Glad I got that off my chest!’

Here’s the dilemma:  I want people to know my folks were alcoholics, but they were good people. Smart people. Funny people. I count my redeeming qualities as a tribute to them. They were real people with real flaws. We were all doing the best we could at the time. Sometimes, the disease of addiction got the better of us. My father died of the disease, but my mother LIVED. She found sobriety and helped introduce me to a more serene existence.

Mostly I miss them, but today I’m grateful they aren’t around to give a talk dealing with my flaws as a child/young adult. That would be the shortest speech, EV-ER.

12 Kathy at 6


The day after the Samaritan Event, the Texan and I hightailed it to Dallas to bother the #3 Sprout and the D-I-L. Played some golf, walked through the park during a Bluegrass Festival, and ate lots of meats at Fogo de Chao. How I love these two young people! I’m blessed to have them in my life. The visit was just what the doctor ordered.

Leaving you with this.

Adorables eating corn dogs at the Bluegrass Festival.

All credit goes to the Texan. I wasn’t even lugging my camera about that day. Didn’t he snap a winner?

Truth for today? I love you for reading this. And I’m strangely craving a corn dog.

Mrs. Realville love to all.

shifting gears

Like Linda Blair in the Exorcist, my head is spinning.

Just finished up Opportunity School’s LIPS fundraiser. I’ve been their sarcastic and maniacal mistress of ceremonies for 5 years now.

Decked out for Opportunity School ROCKS. These days, it’s impossible to rock without my bifocals.

The Texan told me I botched a few of the punchlines. I’m simply grateful I made it through the evening without melting into a humongous hot flash puddle in the ever-present blinding spotlight.

It was a fantastic night for the school. Lots of cash raised for a deserving cause. I’m proud to be a small part of it.

Now, I must make the transition from laugh-lady to Mrs. Realville for my talk Thursday at the Samaritan Counseling Center Luncheon. I’ll be talking about growing up with 2 alcoholic parents.

Samaritan Luncheon Front
We are honoring some worthy good Samaritans.

Truth-telling and getting real are absolutes for my serenity these days. However, it feels easier to be this crazy lady.

Reason for the head lamp? Don’t ask.

Perhaps the requirements for being successful at these two events are more similar than I realize? Comedy is funny because it contains a grain of truth. Hopefully, I can bring some truth and humor to the Samaritan audience on Thursday.

I’ll let you know.

Mrs. Realville love to all.


Sentimentality alert.

Leave now if you have an allergy to cute children, perky dogs, autumn leaves or antique electric ranges. This post could cause watery eyes, persistent cough, and your throat to close. You might even require epinephrine.

Closing the mountain cabin for the winter evokes a reminiscing recipe of memory soup. Winter is coming. Do I have to go there? I want to stay where things are cool and golden.

Maybe if I frame a few of the images for posterity, I can move on.

The turning leaves made me feel lighter. No dachshund was harmed in the making of this photo.
G feels like jumping, too!
PicMonkey Collage
The entire gang made it for the 4th of July.

A 1950 electric Frigidaire oven. We’ve created some great meals on this workhorse. Love it.
Uncle W knows how to make a 2-year-old ecstatic.

Couldn’t resist climbing down this steep valley to take a shot of the water flowing over the dam. Almost didn’t make it out. Would someone have come looking for me?
GrandBob is happy to share the hammock.

2 sweethearts.
2 sweethearts.
Stay! Stay! Who wants a cookie?

Being with the grands is fun.
Being with the grands is fun.
Sometimes your best photo is taken while you are on your way to take your BEST photo. Never want to miss these times.

There’s no shortage of scenic photo locations.
Sometimes we pause to stop and stare.
Lucky to have so many special memories to look back upon.
Doxy and I ponder our last day in the mountains. Grateful.

Thanks for lifting a glass with me to salute the passing season.

Sharing with you helps me re-focus. Time to enjoy today and look to the future. There’s lot’s to accomplish.

I’m certain you’ll be hearing about it.

Farewell Summer love to all.