tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741562596277318024.post4771806733803344720..comments2024-01-14T07:25:29.211-08:00Comments on My Jenn-eration: Can We Please Stop Picking All the Weeds?JennMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07492184905058506564noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741562596277318024.post-21203813652034627322015-10-08T01:19:08.977-07:002015-10-08T01:19:08.977-07:00You are one beautiful, fierce woman. Thank you, th...You are one beautiful, fierce woman. Thank you, thank you for always telling it like it is, weeds and all, and bringing some perspective into our overly coiffed world. You are a breath of fresh air and a butterfly all rolled into one. And yes, I'm sure sometimes you're a dick. I certainly am. The kids too. But it's all good...Love, love this. xoxoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01020040004021004346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741562596277318024.post-2460699378054304052015-10-04T15:17:58.824-07:002015-10-04T15:17:58.824-07:00YES! This was an awesome manifesto and a total leg...YES! This was an awesome manifesto and a total legit and worthy use of the word dick. ;) Nina Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05498476430955493398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741562596277318024.post-80928559590372568642015-10-02T23:45:57.195-07:002015-10-02T23:45:57.195-07:00Ah-mazing! I'm so glad I subscribed to your b...Ah-mazing! I'm so glad I subscribed to your blog. This is a beautiful piece I am bookmarking. Life is hard. Growing up is hard. and some days just suck. Thank you for the reminder that everyone experiences that and we need to own it, live it, learn from it, and keep going.Stormy.Starkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05807358220814865534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-741562596277318024.post-60207794600920523392015-10-02T11:46:52.887-07:002015-10-02T11:46:52.887-07:00This spring I planted mint and basil, among a lot ...This spring I planted mint and basil, among a lot of other things. I let the herbs spread, overgrowing to the point of having blossoms at the top. I harvested some to use, but the rest I kept to enjoy and be enjoyed. It was a wild, personification of my childhood with two hippy parents in Eugene, Oregon. I talked to the bees that came and who still buzz from those hearty, towering herbs. They are sacred, as are words like yours. This revelation and mighty owning of so much. I am terrified and numbed by all that is happening, but beneath it all I am keeping a bit of hope. Thank you for this.amandahttp://amandamagee.comnoreply@blogger.com