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On Risk, Relationships and GD Patriarchy. A Polemic.

I am a risk-taker in relationships. In addition to being a risk-taker, I’m doggedly committed and don’t give up on a teetering romance until I’m well and truly and certainly … Continue Reading →


Valentine’s Day: Let’s Do It, But Just the Love Part.

Normally I don’t do Valentine’s Day – you know, manufactured holiday, card companies and overpriced dead plants, and oh! how loving and tender to receive gifts at a socially-prescribed time! … Continue Reading →


the blogging for money game seems a ballsy one, to me

I have this idea – more of an observation than a fully-fleshed out structural theory – that the how-to-make-money-online blogging conventions are pretty male. The model: person has a question/problem, … Continue Reading →


Blogging. Writing. Social Critique. Life. Towards a Theory and Practice of…Toggling?

The over-share, train-wreck writing, what you had for lunch and the madcap antics of your cat. The mundane, in the hands of artists, is wrenching. In the hands of diarists, … Continue Reading →


Why I’m Not Upset That I Got Snowed into Sex

Here’s something I learned recently*: a guy I know basically has a Facebook enterprise hooking up with good girls gone wannabe bad. He was a bit of a bad-ass in … Continue Reading →


lovesexymoney

1. touch me. touch my heart. poetry, baby cheeks, curls, smooth bald heads, ideals, principles, tears, pixie dust, deep women of experience, flowers, icy apple juice, smooching, John Cusack and a … Continue Reading →


Attention Bloggers: Authority. What is it? Why Do We Need it? Tell me…

I’m working on my weekly piece for ProBlogger. It is about AUTHORITY. (“Authority” was in capital letters for a reason and that reason is that I’m tempted to insert bad … Continue Reading →


easy. hard. same dif.

easy. oh this is easy. it doesn’t feel like work. every day. hours a day. passion. flow. commitment. I choose this. I choose you. hard. I work hard. This is hard … Continue Reading →


My Name is Kelly Diels, and I am a Parent. Except I hate the word “parent”. Mama or bust.

I used to write about my kids. You know, “write what you know”.  I know my kids. So, sometimes, a lot of the time, I wrote about parenting. I mean, … Continue Reading →


Showing Up. In All Things. Love.

We’re none of us doing this alone. I’m in the fight this week.  Everything is going awfully well and goddamned awful all at the same time. Loudly. The blog, the … Continue Reading →


What Do You Have To Give? Yourself. Help Haiti Blog Challenge.

We’re way past this season, but my favourite Christmas carol is The Little Drummer Boy: Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see, … Continue Reading →


The Help Haiti Blog Challenge: There’s More.

Yesterday my friend Julie Roads wrote about conquering fears, and jumping and ladders and stairs and elevators: I wish I could send an ‘elevator’ of help to Haiti. I know … Continue Reading →


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