Ray LaMontagne: “For The Summer” and “Beg, Steal or Borrow.”

Lucky Otter shares two favorite songs.

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Here are two songs that when I first heard them back in 2010, I could swear were old James Taylor or Crosby, Stills and Nash songs I had somehow never heard.

Both these ballads were written and sung by a musician named Ray LaMontagne, who was in fact hugely influenced by Stephen Stills and other singer songwriters of the late 1960s and early 1970s, even though he himself wasn’t born until 1973.

Both songs are featured on his 2010 studio album “God Willin’ and the Creek Don’t Rise” and both received moderate airplay.   “Beg, Steal or Borrow” was nominated for a Grammy (2010 Song of the Year) but did not win.

I love these songs because they’re so calming.   I also find them both a bit melancholy and somehow nostalgic.   Love the lyrics too!

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Was Betty Broderick actually a victim of narcissistic abuse?

LuckyOtter discusses a tragic true story of marriage, narcissism, and murder.

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Originally posted on September 27, 2016

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Dan and Betty Broderick at their wedding, 1969

Sometimes the delineation between being a narcissistic abuser and having been a victim of narcissistic abuse is not very clear.    A famous example is Betty Broderick,  the jilted wife who broke into the home of her ex-husband, Dan Broderick, and his new wife, Linda Kolkena, and shot them both to death as they slept.

The entire story is documented in Bella Stumbo’s excellent true crime book, Until The Twelfth of Never, which I read a number of years ago. The story of this tragedy haunted me for weeks, but Dan’s treatment of Betty prior to the murders haunted me even more.  In fact, it downright bugged the bejeezus out of me.

Betty was eventually prosecuted and her appeal for parole was denied.   She will probably spend the rest of her life in prison.

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My problem with pens.

LuckyOtter has pens.

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Originally posted on April 17, 2017

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I have a house full of old, nonworking pens.  It’s not because I want them.   Keeping up with pens and throwing away old ones is one thing I never seem to bother keeping up with.    Whenever I need a pen, I can never, EVER find a working one.  I have dozens of old markers that no longer have any ink in them, tens of cheap ballpoints I got for free somewhere with no ink in them and non-working clickers; I even have dried up pen refills with no actual pen to cover them.  I have Sharpies with their nubs worn down to nothing.  They all sit forlornly in old coffee mugs around the house.

People can’t understand why I can’t find a working pen when I need one.  They look around at the mugs of pens in every room and on every…

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‘He Was Masturbating… I Felt Like Crying’: What Housekeepers Endure To Clean Hotel Rooms — Huffington Post

Calico Jack brings more thoughts on sexual harassment and abuse.

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When I read this article, I felt like crying. The trauma of the hotel housekeeper after such sexual assaults must be soul crushing. They have to go to the next room. They have to knock and request entry. After such traumatic experiences, going to the next room must take a desperate level of resolve.

While I read this article, I realized it is just more evidence that it is ALL MEN. Men are rapists who are waiting for the perfect storm of sufficiently low levels of empathy and the right situation to commit sexual assault.

ALL MEN have power over some woman. The hotel housekeeper is not the lowest woman on the totem pole, but she’s pretty far down. Almost any man staying at a hotel must feel more powerful than her. Not only are hotel housekeepers down on the social hierarchy, they are a captive audience. They must…

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Help Kira Fight!

Devon writes of losses and needs of others.

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Dear Mr Beaver,

I am sure you have heard this before Sir, but the day that I watched the episode of Bobby dying, for the last time, I felt my heartbreak. The truth is that writing a good story is a lot easier than taking that story and being the actor behind the character someone else created, and you did it in a truly beautiful way.

I’ve not followed you until recently, for no other reason than I just didn’t think to do so- but that scene is etched in my mind forever.

Then, I saw you on Twitter, asking for help, for your niece who is suffering from an inoperable brain tumour. This is especially close to my heart because my aunt died of a brain aneurysm, after a terrible battle against a brain tumour.

On my sixteenth birthday, just three days after her funeral she left me a Christmas…

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