Freckled Freedom

Flashlights. Canned food. Gas tanks. Gutters. Windows. Sump pumps. Generators. Fear. Frenzy. Ladies and gentleman, brace yourselves. Watch all of your DVR'd shows and keep those macs a'charging. Get those gas tanks topped off and gather up your flashlights. Batteries? Fight to the death. Only the fully charged will survive. Most important of all, get your wine bottles ready to let those corks fly when shit hits the fan and Hurricane Irene comes to town.  New York is currently in a state of emergency as it waits the arrival of Irene... and when it comes to hurricanes, us New Yorkers do NOT mess around. For the first time in my 23 years of existence- yes, to be politically correct, I am rounding up a wee bit- the NYC transit has ceased services. The subways have shut down and evacuations have been enacted. Every news channel is saying goodness gracious glory be! Batten down the hatches because this bitch is going to be one bumpy ride. Well, perhaps they haven't worded it s...

ac·cept·ance 1. the   act   of   taking   or   receiving   something   offered. 2. favorable   reception;   approval;   favor. 3. the   act   of   assenting   or   believing:   acceptance   of   a   theory. 4. the   fact   or   state   of   being   accepted   or   acceptable. Just the other day I was talking with a good friend and former boss about acceptance. She grinned, telling me how her two year old has mastered this gem of a quality. Other children may take his toys, hoarding them, living like kings and queens of the sandbox. His response? A smile. A hug. His acceptance. The art of acceptance was one of the most valuable things my mother instilled within me. It has shaped so much of who I am. She taught me the truth about life and the necessity to accept it: The human race comes in all colors, shapes, sizes, and sexualities. People suc...