Bonni Brodnick Blog

       T he other day, I was at the mall, got into my car, fastened my seatbelt, and threw my pocketbook on the empty passenger seat beside me. When I went into “reverse,” the “Fasten Your Seatbelt” alarm sounded.  It wasn’t me. “Is there someone else in the car?” I panicked, thinking I might be in one of those investigative “Dateline” segments that warn you to always look in the backseat before pulling out of a mall parking lot. But, in full disclosure, here is the pathetic reality about the alarm going off:  it was   my pocketbook.  It was so heavy that… KEEP READING ...   (When you get the "Redirect Notice," just hit the link)

May 8, 2008 "I Swear" By Bonni Brodnick Guest Columnist Whenever one of my mother’s sentences begins with “I swear,” I take cover and get ready for the diatribe. If I’m in the kitchen, I stop chopping. If I’m in the car, I turn the radio lower. It’s just too good to miss. “I swear, kids these days purposefully dress with no respect. They show their underwear, for crying out loud. Boys’ pants are practically falling off. And what’s with those stringy things on girls’ hips? Do they have any idea how ridiculous that looks?” “No, Mom, I don’t think so.” “If you dress sloppy, you act sloppy. Years ago you would have been scorned by society and looked at askance if you showed your belly button or underwear. Clothes had some sense of propriety and rules of society. There were parameters of knowing what’s right and what’s wrong. I swear there’s just too much laissez-faire nowadays. Kids have opportunities to dress the way they like and express their individuality after school, on th...

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