The horrifying experience in a Target bathroom that I won’t soon forget

We all knew something terrible could happen in those Target restrooms, now didn’t we? 

This is an article by Ellie DeLano, a SheKnows Expert from She was way more kind than I think I would have been.

I am thinking now of what I would have done in this situation and kind of hoping something similar happens to me.

Because I know what I will do if it should happen to me.

I will peek back. 

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Breastfeeding in public: Don’t be boobs about boobs


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Breastfeeding in public

by Peggy Browning

So here’s what I’m thinking about breastfeeding in public: everybody should just calm down and shut the hell up. Don’t be boobs about boobs.

Breasts were made to feed babies. They really are nothing but a set of fatty mammary glands. Their purpose is to nourish our young. All mammals have them. Last I checked, women are mammals.

Cats and dogs and cows and goats and monkeys and giraffes have teats. That’s the body part they use to feed their babies. Women have teats too. Yes, they do. And that’s the part of their body intended for feeding their babies too.

I’m long past the age that anyone is going to look at my mammary glands and the bags of fat surrounding them. However, when I was a young mother, I regularly whipped the girls out for their god-given purpose. My middle child was breast-fed until the age of 14 months. The reason I stopped at 14 months was because I started a demanding job and was just too stinking tired. Plus he was eating real food by then.

Breastfeeding in public is not a shameful act.

Breastfeeding in public is necessary if your baby gets hungry while you’re in…oh, you know…public.

Anyway…I can’t remember feeling any shame about breastfeeding that child, or for breastfeeding my youngest child for 4 months. I also didn’t go to a restroom and sit in a stall to feed my baby. I was a modest person, as I still am, and I discreetly lifted my shirt, positioned my child, and covered us with a light blanket. Mothers learn to wear big t-shirts and easily re-positioned clothing.

I did it in restaurants (although we didn’t go out much and never to any place other than the Dairy Queen). I did it at the park. I did it at the mall. I did it while sitting on a curb on the sidewalk at the spring festival in Wichita Falls, Texas. I did it as I drove down the highway in a 1973 Volkswagen Beetle. (What? My baby was hungry and car seat laws weren’t in effect back then.)

No one ever told me to get out of their place of business. No one ever said anything to shame me. Most likely they didn’t even notice…because I was discreet.


breastfeeding in public

If you are offended by the photo on the left, but not the one on the right, maybe you should re-think things.



So here’s the deal…if  you are sexualizing mothers who are breastfeeding in public, maybe something is wrong with YOU. How about you just accept that YOU are an idiot and keep your mouth shut.


It is necessary for mothers to feed their babies when they are outside their homes, whether the milk comes from a breast or a bottle. It is not necessary to shame them for that act.


Even Mr. Rogers talked about breastfeeding. Here’s a clip from Mr. Rogers Neighborhood:



A breastfeeding mom took to Facebook to share a story about a museum manager telling her to go somewhere “private” to nurse her baby.

Source: Museum Apologizes For Asking Breastfeeding Mom To Move Scary Mommy

Dump Trump and Cable News

Dump Trump & Cable News

by Peggy Browning


Dump Trump and Cable News

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I am so sick of hearing about Donald Trump that I could spew green vomit and twist my head around a full 360 degrees.  It’s time to dump Trump. I have to dump cable news coverage too.

I never supported this obnoxious, dangerous fool, but I admit I did listen because it was appalling that he just kept on being more and more outrageous. I suspect that is why cable news shows continue to report on his god-awful stunts…because they have high ratings from people watching and saying…”Oh, dear god. What will he come up with next?”

But no more for me. I’m done. I can’t do this for another eleven months. Or even three months until Super Tuesday.

I am a news junkie. I watched Walter Cronkite on the CBS Evening News when I was just a little girl. I remember when Dan Rather reported from battlegrounds in Vietnam.  I respect real news and ethical news reporting.  I wrote my own first news article about Walt Disney’s death when I was in the 5th grade, for Pete’s sake.

Last night I went to sleep with MSNBC still on the air. I dozed off while listening to Rachel Maddow and even though I roused a few times in the night, I couldn’t get it together enough to click the remote and change to re-runs of Law & Order.

I woke up this morning with my bedroom air all afoul with news people talking about that orange-haired buffoon and all the ugly things he says about everybody and everything. This was NOT how I wanted to start my day.

So I DID click the remote until I found Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Then I sang the Hot-Diggity-Dog song and danced the Hot-Diggity-Dog dance. That is a very good way to start the day.

So here is what I have decided… I am no longer watching anything that allows orange haired obnoxious people to spout mean words and aggravate the hell out of me and everybody else. I had enough of that stuff when I was in junior high and Joe Don Scroggins picked at me and all the other kids.

I don’t hang out with obnoxious people. I don’t invite obnoxious people to visit in my home. I have even quit jobs because I couldn’t stand to work with the obnoxious people I was supposed to work with. So why should I allow them in my bedroom via TV?

On this day, January 14, 2016, I hereby dump Trump and all “news” related to him. I dump all cable TV news shows. I will watch only PBS nightly news to get my information from Judy Woodruff and Gwen Ifill because they actually report news and they do it in a sane, calm manner. I will watch Tavis Smiley and Charlie Rose to hear commentary and interviews. I will continue to watch the Late Show with Stephen Colbert because I like Stephen Colbert and he has some very interesting people on his show. Plus he is on CBS, not 24 hour cable TV.

I would give anything to hear Eric Sevareid  give just one more news commentary about any subject.

But no more of this bull hockey from cable news. I’m done. When they start doing a better job of reporting actual news, I will consider coming back to the fold.  If they should ever dump Trump and stop reporting gossip and BS, I could watch them again.

But for now, not even Anderson Cooper can entice me to watch.

Watch Don Lemon interview Tavis Smiley. 



Would Jesus Drink from a Starbucks red cup?

What Would Jesus Drink? Starbucks or Folgers?

Would Jesus drink from a Starbucks red cup? or would he prefer his in a plain white, re-usable one?

Would Jesus drink from a Starbucks red cup? or would he prefer his in a plain white, re-usable one?

Or more to the point…what would Jesus drink from? A Starbucks red cup?  Or would he feel like the best part of waking up is Folgers in his plain white cup? I am not concerned at all about the Starbucks red cup. If I understand the stand that Jesus took about all the stuff that really matters, he would not be concerned about the red cup either.

He would not be concerned about the goofy complaints about the War on Christmas.  Because…y’all…Jesus did not celebrate Christmas.

Unless Mary threw him a birthday party.

Nobody ever, ever, ever wished Jesus a Merry Christmas.

Or a Happy Hanukah. Or Happy Holidays.

Probably no one ever even said “Have a nice day” to him.

And you never heard him whining about that. However, when he was in the Garden of Gethsemene, he did mention a cup…

And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt. Matthew 26:39

But it wasn’t a Starbucks red cup he was talking about.
As for me…I am WAY more concerned with what is on the inside of my coffee cup than what is on the outside of my coffee cup. If I ordered a medium sized latte and paid the extra 50 cents to make it a  breve, then I better be able to taste the cream in that bad boy.

If you can afford to buy a cup of Starbucks, be grateful that you have that much money. Image: amenic181/

If you can afford to buy a cup of Starbucks, be grateful that you have that much money.
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I will pitch a fit if it is made with skim milk. Yes. Yes, I will.

But if my cup is just plain red with the Starbucks logo on it, I do NOT care. I do not feel persecuted at all by that choice in a holiday decoration.

When I finish drinking my coffee, that red coffee cup is going in the trash exactly as all the other disposable cups I have drunk from. Or if I’m driving, I will toss the empty cup…no matter what color it is…in the back floorboard. And then 6 weeks later when I clean out my car…it will go in the trash. Same destination…different time.

If you have enough money to pay for a Starbucks coffee of any size or flavor or milk content or cup color, then be grateful that you have that much money because that stuff ain’t cheap. There are starving children in China drinking tea, for God’s sake.

But, back to Jesus and What Would Jesus Drink? I think he would brew some fair-trade coffee at home, put it in a re-useable container and take it with him on his morning stroll. Then he would toss the money he had saved (by drinking his home brewed brew) into the Salvation Army kettle.

So…here’s my point. Drink Starbucks if you want to. Do not drink it if you do not want to.

But for God’s sake, stop whining and find something to do. Shut up and do something worthwhile.

That’s what Jesus would do.


I Hate to Exercise

I hate to exercise. I really, really do.

I hate to exercise

I keep rolling off the big bouncy exercise ball. I hate exercise.
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I’ve heard it all … about how exercise is the most important thing you can do. And you’ve heard it all too.  Information about how much and how often a person should exercise varies from walking 30 minutes three times per week to running, jogging, power-lifting free weights, stretching, and spinning a couple of hours each day.

“You can do it at home in front of the TV climbing a stair stepper while watching HGTV. You can do it at the gym with a whole group of committed exercisers.

You can do it outside. Or inside. You can do it in the morning, at noon, or in the evening.

It doesn’t really matter as long as you’re doing something somewhere sometime.”

Whew. All that prattle about exercising merely confuses me and makes it hard for me to decide what to do and when and how to do it.

I do not yet have an exercise routine. Not yet. I’m working on it… sheez …give me a break!

I hate to exercise. I really do. I hate running, jogging, jumping around to a Latin beat, riding a bike that goes nowhere, trying to remember whether to flex or point my foot while raising my leg, and trying to do sit-ups while balancing on a big bouncy ball.

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County Clerks and Same-Sex Marriage

County Clerks and Same-Sex Marriage

Are you wondering what the official duties of your county clerk are regarding the issuance of same-sex marriage licenses? 


My brilliant friend, Lisa Moreau interviewed the County Clerk of Clay County, Texas regarding the duties of elected officials regarding orders from the Supreme Court, federal laws, and state laws. Here are the facts about those duties: 

I think facts always trump opinion. That is, of course, just my opinion.

I like to know rules. I don’t always follow them, but I like to know them just the same.

When I take a job, I always want to know what my duties are. Right now, I work at an ice cream/grocery store. ( I also write books, but while I’m waiting for my Big Break, I’m working as a clerk selling ice cream, bacon, milk, know…for money)

My duties as a clerk at the ice cream/grocery store are written down in the store’s manual. I am supposed to greet the customer. I am supposed to ring a bell for help if more than two customers are in line because the store policy promises fast and speedy service. I am supposed to correctly calculate how much the customer owes for their purchase, then I am supposed to take their money and give them correct change if it is due. I am required to say “thank you” and to act as if what each customer says to me is highly important.

My other duties include mopping the milk room, sweeping and mopping the floors, wiping the counter tops, helping customers find their favorite flavor of ice cream or lunchmeat, cleaning tables, replacing straws in the straw dispenser, stocking the shelves, and other duties determined by the store manager.

Let me just say that one of the things I dislike most about my job is acting like what the customer says is important to me. Most of the time, I really don’t care. But I try to act like I do….because the manual didn’t say I actually had to care…it only said I had to ACT like I do. Big difference, opinion.

My boss could ask me to relinquish my job if I refused to do any of my duties. Let’s just say…if I was Jewish and refused to sell bacon to you because of my religious beliefs or if I was Seventh Day Adventist and refused to sell you wieners for your Labor Day hot dog bash because my religious beliefs dictate that I be a vegetarian…your right to buy those items trumps my religious belief that you should not partake of those activities. I would be fired and my boss would sell you whatever you wanted.

And that is a fact.


10 Signs You’re Getting Old

10 Signs You’re Getting Old

10 Signs You're Getting Old

10 Signs You’re Getting Old
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I am feeling old today. Frankly, I am beginning to feel old almost every day. I know I’m supposed to fight the feeling, so to speak, but dang it…some days are tougher than others. Today is one of those days.

I’m just not feeling involved. I feel old today and I just don’t care that I feel that way. Maybe I ‘m going to feel this way for the rest of my life. I don’t know…it’s possible. I’ll probably perk up in a few days and try this youth thing again, but right now…for this moment, this hour, this day…I’m just going with the feeling.

10 Signs You’re Getting Old

  1. Everyone looks the same. And I mean everyone. All blondes look the same, all people of every color (red and yellow, black and white) look the same, all the new young red-haired actresses look the same, all newscasters look the same…EVERYONE looks the same. I personally know three blonde women who look exactly like Amy Schumer. Yes…I really do.
  2. You don’t know the names of the new actors .  (except for Amy Schumer.) And you don’t care that you don’t know. You wait for Meryl Streep and Kevin Kline movies to come out, but don’t really care if you miss them either.
  3. You are surprised when you see your former classmates because they look so old. I mean…you know you have aged and you are aware of your own aging process when you look in the mirror. But, you didn’t expect your friends or high school buddies to age…
  4. You recognize well-done dentures when you see them. And you ask for the name of the dentist who did them.
  5. You find something to complain about every day and you force yourself to find something to be grateful about every day.
  6. You simply don’t care about much of anything any more because you don’t have the energy to participate in drama. You know now that everything WILL work out…one way or another.
  7. Your children are approaching 40 and you’re surprised.
  8. You voted in your first Presidential election in 1976.
  9. You have given up old resentments although…
  10. You have lived long enough to see Karma in action. And that, my friend, is sweet sweet sweet when you see Karma raise her head and smite someone who deserves it. It’s also great when Karma rewards someone’s efforts for good. I love me some Karma…especially that smiting part.   😉


Al Sharpton: Callers believe Texas floods were God’s punishment – Houston Chronicle

Al Sharpton does not believe the Texas floods were God’s rebuke to Texas.

On his radio show, Keepin’ It Real, people called in to comment on the Texas floods. Many of the callers voiced their opinion that the flooding was God’s rebuke to us due to homosexuality, gay marriage, and everything gay. Other callers opined that the flooding is due to climate change. Some even blamed it on weather cycles (imagine that!)

One of the producers of Keepin’ It Real, tweeted the question…do you think the Texas floods are God’s rebuke for sin? The producer tweeted it on @TheRevAl. Here’s the actual tweet:

Reverend Al Sharpton ‏@TheRevAl May 27

#KeepingItReal QOTD: Do you think the #TexasFlooding is related to climate control or God’s rebuke?Call 8775325797 or tweet me your thoughts.

Here’s some more tweets from Reverend Al:

Reverend Al Sharpton ‏@TheRevAl May 28

#KeepingItReal QOTD: Is there an affordable housing crisis in your city? If so, what should be done about it? To call in, dial 18775325797

Reverend Al Sharpton ‏@TheRevAl 8h8 hours ago

It’s #ExhaleFriday on my #KeepingItReal radio show & we are discussing #CharleneCooks#BreloVerdict#PatriotAct & more.Open Line:18775325797

These tweets are just asking people to interact with him on his radio show…just like the tweet about Texas flooding did. They don’t sound menacing or accusing, do they? And neither does the other tweet.

No. He is not accusing God of punishing Texas for so-called sins. I know Reverend Al Sharpton is not everyone’s favorite person. He’s confrontational and that makes some folks angry. He’s annoying and  irksome to people who don’t like him. But he’s not an evangelical blame placer.

Here’s the link to the MSNBC broadcast where Sharpton reported about the Texas floods. I don’t see any blaming and baiting here. And neither will you.


OK, Texans and everybody else…just simmer down. Listen to the radio show. Watch Reverend Al on MSNBC. Read his tweets. But, dadgum it, don’t go all crazy about something that has been taken out of context in the first place.

P.S. You don’t really think that celebrities and other people in the limelight actually write their own tweets and facebook posts, do you? That’s why they have assistants.

Please read the article from the Houston Chronicle that I’ve PRESSED and shared here. Thank you for your time.

Sincerely, Peggy Browning


Why did the heavens drown parts of Texas with their watery wrath? The Reverend Al Sharpton suggested it’s a punishment from God-that “we’ve done it to ourselves.”

Source: Al Sharpton: Callers believe Texas floods were God’s punishment – Houston Chronicle

Extreme Gardening in Extreme Weather

Extreme Gardening in Extreme Weather Conditions

by Peggy Browning

extreme measures in extreme gardening

I just want to grow something using civil methods.
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I am not an athlete. I do not participate in extreme sports of any kind; I don’t even watch them on TV. I like gentle pursuits like gardening, sewing, or lying on the couch eating potato chips while watching other people garden or sew on TV.

But for the last two years I’ve found myself engaged in the extremes. I am speaking of extreme gardening.

I like to plant flowers. I like to plant tomato vines and squash seeds. I like soaking okra seeds and planting when they burst open, exposing the little plant inside.

I enjoy watching them grow, bloom, and produce some type of harvest: flowers or tomatoes or big yellow straight-neck squash.

I like everything about it. I like digging in the dirt, planting the seeds, waiting for the seedlings to emerge, checking on them every day, and watching them grow into something beautiful.

I like the way tomato plants smell. I like the big blooms on squash plants. I like when the okra pods are too tough to use and I just let them stay on the stalk to dry and produce more seeds.

But this extreme gardening BS is wearing on my nerves. All I want is just a little happiness derived from watching stuff grow. I don’t want to have to exert great amounts of effort or emotion to make that happen.

Last year, I gardened in a drought. It was a record-breaking drought. We were restricted from any and all outside watering.

extreme measures in extreme gardening

No watering was allowed during the drought.
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If you were caught using a water hose, you were promptly given a citation and a fine. Plus you were chastised by your neighbors.

I planted squash, tomatoes, and sunflowers in my front flowerbed anyway.

Extreme measures in extreme gardening

I managed to grow mammoth sunflowers by recycling my bath water.
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I plugged up my tub when I showered and carried my recycled water to the flowerbed to water my tiny, thirsty plants. And I harvested a few squash, a tomato or two, and giant Mammoth sunflower heads to feed the birds.

Extreme drought…water-rationing drought…effluent water recycling kind of drought…a drought that started five years ago (October 2010) and continued until May 4 of this year.

May 4 is when the rain started. And, as I write this on May 25, the rain hasn’t stopped yet.

And I do thank the Heavens Above for this magnificent rain. The lakes and reservoirs that provide our drinking water are 100% full again. The water is running over the spillways. The rivers and creeks are out of their banks and flooding roads and residential areas as well as fields and pastures. (I’m not going to mention the damage done to crops and homes or lives. That’s another serious subject for a blog…)

Now I’m doing extreme gardening in a flood. At first my beans, tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, spinach, potatoes, herbs, Swiss chard and whatnot sucked up the rain and thrived from the moisture. It was great. It was so much fun to see their wet leaves each morning.

But now it has rained so much that there’s water standing in the garden because there’s no way it can soak in to the already saturated soil. The tomatoes look kind of fungus-y. The bean plants are turning yellow. The rosemary is under water. There’s several types of mushrooms growing even though I didn’t plant mushrooms.

Now I’m bailing water OUT of my garden instead of carrying water to it.  It looks like I’m doing hydroponic gardening.

Seasons come and go. Rain does too. I complain through each cycle. That’s what extreme gardening is all about.

(But to all you folks who were praying for rain…you can stop now. Your “Pray for Rain” yard signs are clogging the street drains.)