Fun Word Game
A few years back, I started a list of English words that have 2 or more completely unrelated meanings. Obviously, those crossword puzzles I’ve been doing all these years have pushed my already nerdy brain into ever more nerdier territory. Anyway, I wanted to find out just how many multiple-meaning words there are. To keep the list manageable, I didn’t include jargon, slang, names, or specialized words. And they had to be pronounced and spelled exactly alike. And now I have a list of 314 words. Here are some of them:
| account |
| adder |
| admission |
| admit |
| article |
| ball |
| band |
| bank |
| bar |
| bark |
| bat |
| battery |
| bay |
| beam |
| bear |
| bearing |
| bee |
| better |
| bid |
| blazer |
| block |
| blow |
| bluff |
| board |
| bolt |
| bound |
| box |
| bridge |
| bright |
| broad |
| brood |
| burn |
| bust |
| bustle |
Your turn! Can you think of any more?
My Next 30 Years
As many of you know, I spent 37 years drinking and getting high. (See my About page.) My addiction cost me a great number of things. When I first got sober, I heard a fantastic song on a country music station that I quickly made my “anthem.” It’s by Tim McGraw. I changed a few lines to fit the song into my recovery (which I show in italics), but for the most part it is right on the money. If you are struggling with addiction, consider getting help. Contact your local AA, NA or CA hot line and ask where you can attend a meeting. You too can end an era, turn a page, and start your life anew.
I think I’ll take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now it’s time to focus in on where I go from…
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Letter to My Child Self – Part II
In an earlier post, I quoted another blogger who said: “You should have been understood and loved for who you were, not who they wanted you to be.” It resonated so deeply, having been one of “those” children. (See original post here.)
Got me to thinking about the times I got in trouble as a child for being my inquisitive, curious self. I loved to explore other people’s homes–I just HAD to see what was behind that closed door, down those steps. My mother sold Fuller Brush (remember the Fuller Brush man? If you’re over a certain age, you’re probably nodding right now.) After a while, my mom made me stay in the car while she dropped off her customers’ products. Because she knew I’d embarrass her by “exploring” her friends’ homes.
If I saw a path, I tugged on my parent’s hand and begged them to take me down it. And to this day, I can’t resist a new, unexplored trail. Speaking of paths and trails…when it came time to choose a career, I took two or three paths, turned around when they dead-ended, and finally found a permanent one. What a great feeling, to find a path that goes on and on! What’s around that next corner, anyway?
But I’m getting sidetracked (not much has changed in four decades.) When I was eight or so, it all culminated here:
My family joined several other families at this “castle” in Northern California for a retreat. While my parents were otherwise occupied, I occupied myself by trying to find a way to get to the very top of this place. At the back of the big room where they all gathered, I found an opening, leading to a big empty area, at the back of which were…stairs! Narrow, winding stairs! Leading all the way to the top, and ending in a little round turret room with an amazing view!! I ran downstairs and pulled my friend out of her room and showed her my discovery. Well, word got around, and I got scolded. But not too harshly. I suspect my parents were secretly impressed, and by this time knew it didn’t do any good to expect conformity from me.
It remains one of my favorite childhood memories. I’m convinced that urge to explore, to wander, has served me well in my writing career. But this time it’s imaginary worlds that I’m exploring.
~DVC~
A Boy Named Michelle
Since I published the article “Does Caitlyn Jenner Still Have Male DNA?” the traffic to my site has soared like Donald Trump’s ratings. (See original post here.) From Australia to Zimbabwe, it’s a question that, apparently, the whole world is asking. I can’t help but wonder why. And why have mindsets about transgenderism changed so much over the last 50 years?
Last year, I was at the post office and saw a teenage boy panhandling. When he asked me for money, I offered to buy him food from the Izzy’s across the parking lot. We set off and I asked him his name. “Michelle,” he told me, adding that he’d been born Michael. He told me a little of his story…his unhappy upbringing, his current troubles. My heart went out to him, and I wondered how he came to believe he was a girl. His voice, his boyish manner, his clothing, all said boy. We went into Izzy’s and I bought him an all-he-could-eat lunch buffet and prayed he’d come to terms with his true gender identity. The one his DNA identifies him as.
You may or may not be familiar with Johnny Cash’s song A Boy Named Sue (watch here.) The idea was, name your boy a girly name and he’ll grow up tough if he wants to survive. Nowadays, boys named Sue, or Michelle, or Brittany, are encouraged by popular culture to embrace their inner girl. And vice versa for girls named Mike or Ted. Did any adult in “Michelle’s” life ever sit him down and say, “You know, there’s nothing wrong with being a boy. Embrace who you are!” ? In most other circumstances, that’s what we tell them. We tell them to love their red hair, or their big hands. We help them accept who they are…their race, their culture, their heritage. Why not their gender? Why aren’t we consistent with our messages?
Life, and the world, are confusing enough without adding gender turmoil into the mix.When someone is confused about their real gender, here’s one solution: have a DNA test done and show them the results. “See? This shows you’re a boy.” (Yes, there are exceptions when someone is born with an extra X, or Y, chromosome, but that is a subject for another day.) School counselors and parents could do a lot to ease confusion by encouraging kids to like who they are…boy, or girl. Tall, or short. African, Chinese, Lithuanian. A person may not “feel” like the gender they were born with. But I wonder if Asian immigrants who have lived here for many years eventually begin to feel like European Americans. Yet, biologically and culturally, they aren’t. Nor do we tell them they are.
Kids who are gender-confused need strong role models, consistent messages, and tools to help them sort through their confusion. They don’t need mixed messages, and they don’t need to be encouraged in their delusions.
~DVC~
Addiction Cartoon
A lot of myths about addiction are believed by a lot of people. This video shows how addiction is no respecter of persons, & strikes almost at random.
The Alcoholics Guide to Alcoholism
One of the simplest, best explained animations/cartoons I have seen on the subject of addiction and recovery. Recommended.
Where Did THAT Come From – Bloodbath and Beyond
Time to stop being so serious
In the interest of lightening up my website, here’s my funny re-post of the week:
The Simpsons Tapped Out Addicts
Hey hey friends! In our silly lil game, we sometimes see things pop in that we have no clue as to their Origin. They seem familiar, but we just can’t pinpoint from where. So that is why we decided to make a fun lil reminder out of it. To let you know just Where did THAT Come From?
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Preliminary results of the Parental Narcissism Survey are here!
Many adults were raised by one or more narcissistic parents. Were you one of them? And did life often not make sense? There’s a good reason for it.
Back in February, I was approached by a researcher, Ph.D candidate Valerie Berenice Coles of the University of Georgia, who asked me to post a survey on this site to collect data from ACONs about parental narcissism and the effects it had on participants. In June, I was asked to repost the survey again, because more participants were needed to complete the study. I promised to post the results when I had them. This morning I received an email from Valerie, with the preliminary results, so here they are.
Thanks again to everyone for helping us develop and validate a measure of parental narcissism! The response from the ACON community was tremendous and we are the envy of our colleagues that so many of you took time out of your lives to help us with this research.
We currently have a paper from the questionnaire out at an academic…
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Writers Conference, Day 4
Dawn V. Cahill, Hot Topic Fiction ~ Stories of Victorious Faith for Modern Women.
And there you have it: my brand. And what is a brand? you ask.
I’ll tell you: it’s the feeling you get when reading an author’s books.
In today’s class, we analyzed our favorite movies to discover a common thread. Tell me, can you discern what these three quite disparate movies have in common?
- Toy Story
- Gone with the Wind
- Blazing Saddles
I love Toy Story because the victims triumphed over the bully at the end. I’ll never forget my reaction when Sid freaked out when Woody told him to “Be Nice!”. I jumped up and down and screamed, “YES!!”, pumping my fists in the air. Pure victory. And the moment has never lost its power.
Gone with the Wind has always moved my heart, mainly because of how the soundtrack weaves a mood throughout the movie.
And Blazing Saddles is pure silliness done masterfully.
How are you doing so far? Figured out the common theme?
If it’s any consolation, I had to have help to figure it out. Toy Story’s theme is obvious, which I stated above. And even though it’s sad Scarlett lost the man she loved, deep down we know she deserved it because she’s a bully. And Sheriff Bart rises above the racist abuse, then shoots Hedley Lamar dead.
The coach helped me see the common theme: the bully gets his. And Voila, I got my brand. I want my readers to pump their fist in the air and say, “Yes!” when Howard woos the girl away from the bully. And when Linzee’s kidnapper is discovered and exposed. And when Livy confronts… well, I better stop here, before I give away my story!
~DVC~ Stories of Victorious Faith for Modern Women
Writers Conference, Day 3
It’s 1983. Howard aspires to be the next Bruce Springsteen, and doesn’t mind bending a few rules to get there. Then he meets “Luna Tunes,” who sells limericks for a living. Sure, she’s cute, but who does that? And why is she with that goon Brian?
Before Howard can even get her number, he gets arrested for shoplifting a Jimi Hendrix tee. But he doesn’t know a jealous boyfriend awaits his release…
“When Lyric Met Limerick” is a light-hearted, fun romance that will make you smile.
The blurb above was my most valuable take-away from today’s conference. Second takeaway: I heard a heart-warming testimony from a fellow author who discovered a few years ago that God was all about grace, not rule-keeping. It’s sad how many of the unchurched think of Christianity as a bunch of rules that help us be better people. No, it’s God’s grace that makes us righteous in his sight.
If you are learning this for the first time, and you want to know more about how Christianity is not about rules, please email me at dawn@dawnvcahill.com. I’ll be happy to answer any questions you may have.
~DVC~
Writers Conference, Day 1
A young woman learns her mother may have been murdered twenty years ago. And she’s the only one who can unlock the secret. If only she could remember…
What if you suspected you’d been lied to about your mother’s death…how far would you go to uncover the truth?
The above pitch was my biggest takeaway from Day 1 of the 4-day conference. In the Boot Camp class, a best-selling fiction author sat down with me, read my synopsis for Sapphire Secrets, and knew immediately how to pitch it. This is why I spend hundreds of dollars to attend these things.
Second takeaway: The keynote speaker reminded us that we Christian writers don’t write to make money or be famous. We write as worship. And he also reminded us that trying to control outcomes is the opposite of faith. I plead guilty to that one. This is a world that sends the message, you can have whatever you want if you just work hard enough for it.
But that’s not faith. That isn’t resting in God and leaving outcomes in His hands. I so needed the reminder.
For those of you who’ve attended writers conferences: what is a memorable moment for you? Please share!
And check back tomorrow for the results of Day 2.





