My heart belongs to. . . . .

I think it's time

that I start getting serious about selling my jewelry and other handmade items. I've been finding every excuse in the book not to do it, despite almost daily encouragement from family, friends and acquaintances (SO flattering!). I really WANT to do it, but I've been afraid. So. . . . . I just spent some time on Etsy. I set up my password and will try to set up my own little shop here in the near future. I think it's worth trying, because I can have as many or as little items up for sale. I can also refer people who are interested in my craftiness to my site. Fun!! Any tips from Etsy users out there?

I'm going back. . .

to some of my favorite old cd's. It's been a couple years since I've broken out the Ani Difranco. I used to be a faithful fan. . . . had all her newest cd's and went to several shows.



This morning I listened to some of her political songs. I remembered how I felt five or six years ago when I listened to them. I was going to school to be a social worker and aside from feeling sad, hopeless and worried, I felt that through my profession I could work to make some change. As a stay at home Mom, I don't feel I have as much power to make change (other than raise my daughter with the values I think are important). As I listened to this song today, I felt excited that we have such an amazing presidential candidate in Barack Obama. The following lyrics are to the song "Subdivision", by Ani Difranco. I think we as Americans have the opportunity to rise and make change by voting for Obama. I just love him!

Subdivision - Ani Difranco

white people are so scared of black people
they bulldoze out to the country
and put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets
and while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest
the berlin wall still runs down main street
separating east side from west
and nothing is stirring, not even a mouse
in the boarded-up stores and the broken-down houses
so they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps
just to prove they got no manners
no mercy and no sense

and i'm wondering what it will take
for my city to rise
first we admit our mistakes
then we open our eyes
the ghosts of old buildings are haunting parking lots
in the city of good neighbors that history forgot

i remember the first time i saw someone
lying on the cold street
i thought: i can't just walk past here
this can't just be true
but i learned by example
to just keep moving my feet
it's amazing the things that we all learn to do

so we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
and the old farm road's a four-lane that leads to the mall
and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall

i'm wondering what it will take
for my country to rise
first we admit our mistakes
and then we open our eyes
or nature succumbs to one last dumb decision
and america the beautiful
is just one big subdivision