Wednesday, October 22, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Today I take a break from The Spanish Inquisition because everyone deserves a respite from torture. Shecky Shady included something in a comment that reminds of The Hurricane. If I don't tell the story now, I'll forget to tell it ever because I'm like that (I suspect I've told this story several other times on this here blog-o-mine).

The Hurricane is a graduate of a very liberal liberal arts college in Iowa. Grinnell College is a small, private school.

X went to orientation with The Hurricane. He returned home (we were married then, but he might have stopped to see a girlfriend or two before reaching our house), and told me that one of the points discussed that day had been that Grinnell does not discourage underage drinking. The town is so small that students would have to get in cars and drive elsewhere to find a bar that's fun for their age group. The school would rather have them drink at school so they avoid driving and drinking and driving.

So that's how I knew from the beginning that it was a liberal liberal arts college. Drinking on campus didn't bother me because college students are going to drink. Why pretend otherwise?

As time passed, The Hurricane informed me of other activities at the school, such as the cross country team running naked on campus. Spring arrived and quite a few parents and their high school age children visited the campus for an Open House and tour.

She watched and laughed as the bare-butt nekkid cross country team sprinted past the visitors, shouting, "LOCK UP YOUR DAUGHTERS!"

I was amused. If you wouldn't be amused, then don't send your child to Grinnell.

But it's an excellent school.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

This video is not from Grinnell. I think it's sweet and inspirational, so if you don't like sweet and inspirational, then don't watch it.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Yesterday I started answering fifty questions passed on to me by two bloggers (see the first part HERE.) I got through seven of the questions, so here we go with . . .

8. OTP (One true pair, favorite fictional couple?)

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Duh.

9. Favorite Show?

  1. The Sopranos
  2. Breaking Bad
  3. Sex and the City
  4. Seinfeld
  5. The Mary Tyler Moore Show

10. Favorite Bands?

Andi said Kansas on this one. I don't know if she noticed it, but I pointed out that some of the members of Kansas went to my high school. They are quite a bit older than I am. I never met any of them, and have never seen Kansas perform, though I'd like to do so. I like Beck (does Beck count as a band?), America, Green Day, Bon Jovi, and The Beatles.

11. Something you miss?

Small boobs, small butt.

12. Favorite Song?

Oh, gosh, I don't know. Yes I do! I sang this with Paul in RFK Stadium. It was pretty cool.

13. How old are you?


14. Zodiac sign?

Pisces. Someone did my "chart" recently. It seemed quite accurate. I wonder if it was accurate because the descriptions apply to most people.

15. Quality to look for in a partner.


16. Favorite Quote? 

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

La di da, la di da, la la.

Hey, Boo.

And we laughed and sang la, la, la, la.

This stopping point seems a good one for today. My fingers aren't really broken, but Filante threatened me. 

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Monday, October 20, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I signed up to do the Bucket List Blog Hop today and forgot to do it, so I'm keeping my promise right this minute.

This blog hop is hosted by Mama, a.k.a. Sherry Ellis of  Mama Diaries and  Susanne Drazic of Putting Words Down On Paper. The concept is simple: What do you have on your bucket list? In other words, what are some special things that you'd like to do before you kick the bucket?

I've never had a bucket list. My bucket list is called Goals, so here are some of my goals:

  1. Travel all over England, wander the moors like the Bronte sisters, and then die--very dramatically--of tuberculosis. 
  2. Part of the trip to England before the dying dramatically part will be visiting Sylvia Plath's grave in Heptonstall to pay homage to her.
  3. Also before dying dramatically, scoot on over to Wales and spend a day hanging out with John Gray of Going Gently. Kiss Winnie, wave to Gay Gordon, eat scones with Auntie Glad, greet Affable Despot Jason, go to John and Chris's wedding. Not much here.
  4. I want to meet lots of my blogger friends. I've met a few, and I want to meet more. I could have met Rick and Jilda Watson if Rick had bothered to tell me they were in Jacksonville that one time. Lazy lout.
  5. Have some more stuff published. I'm fortunate to have been published a number of times. It would be nice if I could write outside of my box and maybe publish a book or a poem.
  6. Force my children to give me grandchildren. I don't know how to accomplish this one, but I swear I'll do it. I WILL have a grandchild. I will I will I will.
  7. Wear a red dress to X's funeral and dance on his grave.
  8. Hang out with Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie and, maybe, Ryan Gosling.
  9. Make up for all the stuff I did wrong as a parent. I don't think this one is possible, but I sure wish I could do it.
  10. Die a peaceful death and be reunited with all my dogs in Heaven, where I'll have tea with Emily Dickinson and Sylvia Plath.
  11. Star in a Broadway show.
Okay. We're getting out of control here. It's time to stop. 

Thank you, kind ladies, for hosting this blog hop. I'm sorry I arrived a bit late.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Some bloggers have been passing around fifty questions, which they answer and then rudely force share with someone else. Two people, and I use the term "people" loosely, gave these questions to me. The first was Little Myoo (a.ka. Andi) at delusions of ingenuity, and the second was Mayor Gia (a.k.a. Mayor Gia) at MAYOR GIA (I wonder how she came up with the title for her blog).

Andi answered all the questions in a single post. Mayor Gia split up the questions and answers into two blog posts (name that tune). Two doesn't seem enough for me. Fifty questions could require fifty posts.

Let's get started and I'll see how I feel after the first question:

1. What are you wearing?

My four-year-old daughter's Hello Kitty pajamas.

This is my instagram photo. People got all upset over it, and I don't know why. They're probably just jealous of my eating disorder. 

I'm sorry. That was a really rude thing to write. Please forgive me for making a joke out of my anorexia and bulimia that allow me to wear the pajamas of my four year old and then post the photo online and then be offended when people find it unsettling.

Okay. I think I can answer another one.

2. Ever been in love?

Yes. I fell in love at 12:43 p.m. on March 26th, 1980,  when I saw Favorite Young Man. Here's Favorite Young Man holding a friend's baby:

I fell in love again at 9:27 p.m. on July 31st, 1980. The Hurricane doesn't like me to post photos of her, so we'll use a photo of Middle Child because I love her, too:

Oops! That's not Middle Child. Here she is:

I have Blog Child now, too. I don't have a photo of her readily available.

I love this guy, too:

Willy Dunne Wooters! Watch your language. That's right. Look at your computer screen at your picture, and you can see the kind of language you use.

I love every dog who has ever deigned to live with me. Here's Faulkner, The Gateway Dog:

Franklin and I are alone now, adjusting to life without Harper:

3. Ever have a terrible break-up?

Oh, yeah. Two or three. Maybe four. I'm not sure if two of them count. Very bitter.

4. How tall are you?

Five feet, five inches.

5. How much do you weigh?

To the person who wrote this question: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FLIPPING MIND? I've lost thirty pounds during the last couple years. Eventually, I'll be back to my normal weight of 120.

6. Any tattoos?

No. Favorite Young Man has enough for at least twenty people.

7. Any piercings?

Two in each ear.

Wow! I got through seven questions out of fifty. Boy, am I proud of myself.

Now, hunger calls. Willy Dunne Wooters and I want burgers. I shall cook them on the grill.

More answers on another day.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Friday, October 17, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Today I present for your reading pleasure a book that is well written and tells an interesting and unusual story. It is SPLIT at the ROOT: A Memoir of LOVE and LOST Identity by Catana Tully.

I first discovered Catana Tully on Twitter. The small photo on her Twitter page captivated me. I adored her beautiful smile. When I realized she had written a memoir, I had to order it.

I'm so glad I did. Her book is beautifully written and tells quite a tale.

A white German couple who settle in Guatamala during World War II make the baby of a black woman their own child. They call her their "little Moor." She calls them Mutti and Vati. Their older daughter, Ruth, becomes yet another mother to young Catana, who speaks German, English, and Spanish. She attends excellent schools and becomes a fashion model and actress. Eventually, she earns a Ph.D. and teaches at an American college.

But she is uncomfortable around most black people, which leads her to question her identity. Mutti, Vati, and Ruth became her family, yet she was never adopted. Who were her real parents? What of the vague memories of a black mother who sometimes arrived on unwanted visits? When she travels to her biological family's village, she hears the legend of the Germans who stole a child from her true parents.

Who is that true family?

According to Mutti, when Rosa found herself pregnant and unmarried, she assured Rosa that if the baby was a girl, she, Mutti, would raise the child. "See," Mutti would say to me smiling and pinching my cheek, "you wanted me to be your mother because you came out being a little girl."

"You would not have kept me if I'd been a boy?" I asked Mutti. How horrible . . . where would I be? Where the Black people lived! What a terrible thought! It's not that I had reason to worry. I just wondered . . . 

"Now Mohrle, what would I have done with a little Black boy?" Mutti said raising her eyebrows and shaking her head. And so, without another word, it was absolutely clear in my child's mind that something was seriously wrong with Black boys. In my evening prayers I made sure to add a silent one thanking God for giving me a vagina.

Catana Tully sweeps us up in the story of her life and the search for her self. Try to imagine becoming an adult, comfortable with yourself, without really knowing who you are. It would be a daunting task for any of us.

I purchased my copy of this book on Amazon at

SPLIT at the ROOT earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Approval.

Happy reading! I wish you a blessed weekend.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Thursday, October 16, 2014


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Today I have for you a fairy tale of a movie about a lonely man who finds a woman to love, but first he must rescue her from an ogre. I adore Marilyn Hotchkiss' Ballroom Dancing and Charm School (2005, PG-13, Available On DVD).

A baker named Frank Keane (Robert Carlyle) comes across a severely injured man who has just been in a car accident. His name is Steve Mills (John Goodman). Paramedics encourage Frank to join Steve during the ambulance ride to keep him talking. As they drive, Steve tells Frank the story of his childhood love, whom he's supposed to meet on the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth year of the new millennium.

Steve begs Frank to take his place and go to Marilyn Hotchkiss' Ballroom Dancing and Charm School to find Lisa Gobar.

Thus begins a dance through time as Steve tells Frank about Lisa; Frank meets with his support group for men whose wives have died; and Frank begins attending classes at Marilyn Hotchkiss', where the teacher is now Marienne Hotchkiss (Mary Steenburgen), the daughter of the late Marilyn Hotchkiss.

The acting and the screenplay in this movie are excellent and pure. I must single out Mary Steenburgen for her work. She seems a fantasy, yet she is real.

I love the way the movie is shot. You might want to listen to the DVD commentary to learn more about Marilyn Hotchkiss' beginning as a short film, and its eventual expansion to a feature length film.

I doubt if children would be interested in this movie. Perhaps teens of a romantic nature would enjoy it.

Willy Dunne Wooters did not watch this movie with me, but I feel quite certain he would like it. He loves a good romance.

Marilyn Hotchkiss' Ballroom Dancing and Charm School earns The Janie Junebug Seal of Highest Fantastical Approval.

Marienne Hotchkiss: Dance is a very powerful drug Mr. Keane. If embraced judiciously, it can exorcise demons, access deep seated emotions and color your life in joyous shades of brilliant magenta that you never knew existed. But, one must shoulder its challenges with intrepid countenance if one is ever to reap its rewards.

Happy viewing!

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

P.S. Thank you for your kind comments and expressions of sympathy. Franklin and I are trying to adjust to life without Harper. It's very difficult.