Sunday, November 13, 2016


Why the hell are we teaching our children – and I don't mean toddlers; I mean college age children – to cave every single time they get a little curve ball thrown at them? Seriously?

When comes the part where we teach them to grow up?  That the world goes on no matter what happens? 

I was appalled to read an article about college kids whose exams were postponed so that they could deal with the disappointment of Trump being elected president.  Really?  Surely you're joking! 

You think Hillary Clinton crawled into her bed and whimpered the day after the election?  Doubt it.  She has responsibilities – she got up and did her job the next day.  Just like everybody else did. 

If I sound harsh and unsympathetic, good!  It's time to realize your mommies and daddies and teachers aren't there to fix everything for you! 

You don't like Trump?  Then climb the hell out of the womb, and start writing articles – start with commentary on political websites.  Run for local offices.  Organize protests and grass-root movements.  DO SOMETHING BESIDES PISS AND MOAN!  Come up with some answers.  That's what your education and preparation has been about. 

You don't like that the electoral college usurped the popular vote?  Then get off your asses and organize a movement to get rid of it.  Use your university resources to research what it would take to have the electoral college abolished! 

Do ANYTHING but crawl back into that womb of overprotection that your parents and teachers seem to think you need. 

Reality check, children (and I will call you that until you stand up and be counted as adults).  The world is not kind or patient.  Time is not on your side. There are no 'safe places!' Bad things happen, yet your house payments are still going to come due, your bosses are going to expect you to show up for work, your children are still going to need their diapers changed and their meals made. And there's no such thing as suspended animation.  Sometimes the name of the game is Deal With It. 

We have had serious jerks in the Oval Office before.  The country will survive. 

One last word:  Trump is counting on apathy.  He's counting on his opposition to feel defeated and just give up so he can steamroll the general population and do whatever he wants with no opposition. 

So oppose him!  Dog his every move.  Watch him like a hawk!  Make a lot of noise!  Speak up!  Research every minute of the man's life and triple check the facts.  When you're sure that what you've found is true, write articles and use the media.   Use social pages.  You can't change the world, or even your little corner of it by backing down and playing dead. 

Get up.  DO something!  You're smarter than this; stronger than this. And if your mommies and daddies and teachers assume you aren't, prove them wrong.   

Cut the cord and act like the adults you are. 

Tuesday, October 4, 2016


A school administrator called the First Lady, Michelle Obama, a gorilla on Facebook and criticized her appearance and lifestyle, in ignorant, racist terms.

Is it insulting? Absolutely.  Is it racist? Yes.  Do I support what she said, absolutely not.

However – to end someone's livelihood because they insulted the president or his wife – both public figures – is unconstitutional. 

Like it or not, there is free speech in America.  Facebook is a social page.  People have a right to their opinions – ignorant or not. 

I've called Donald Trump (and most politicians) many choice names and questioned his human parentage more than once, and so have many others.  That's my right.  And I exercise that right almost daily because he makes one racist, misogynistic, ignorant comment after another. That's his right, disgusting as he is. 

No one should lose their jobs over what they say on Facebook.  Michelle Obama is an intelligent woman, perfectly capable of defending herself – she can reply to, comment on, or ignore such insults.  What she – or the school district – should not be able to do is silence citizens – even ignorant, disrespectful ones. 

Do I support racist comments?  Nope.  I don't like this at all.  But if we start shutting people up, who gets to choose what is profound and what is profane?  Suppose I make a comment about Hitler being evil – should neo-Nazis be allowed to silence me because they are offended?  Taking away even one person's freedom of speech is a slippery slope at best. 

Silencing people and threatening their livelihoods is the start of tyranny. 

That's not supposed to happen in America. 




Tuesday, September 20, 2016


This is a link to just one of the articles on the internet about this situation: 

Okay, I'm going to weigh in on this one.  I am a huge fan of Criminal Minds, and a huge fan of Tom Gibson – all the way back to when he played straight man to Jenna Elfman in Dharma & Greg. 

To me the entire situation is heartbreaking.  Criminal Minds was about to change in a big way already, from the absence of Shemar Moore.  Tom Gibson is a double blow that I will mourn next season.  But right is right and wrong is wrong.  Tom Gibson was wrong, and I think dismissal was justified for a second assault in a workplace.  Bullying is wrong.

I put myself exactly in the producer's (who Gibson kicked) place.  I am disabled.  I have some serious problems with my feet, ankles, knees, shoulders, and back.  If someone were to kick me it would probably drop me to the ground, and I wouldn't be able to stand back up on my own.  Now, I'm an opinionated woman, I tend to defend my point of view pretty vehemently.  I'm not rude or loud, but I don't back down unless someone proves me absolutely wrong.  So I'm working on a set and have written some lines or scenes that one of the actors doesn't like, and he comes to me with the script. I argue that for continuity, or balance of dialogue for all the cast members in the episode, I think the lines should stay, or whatever.  He disagrees, and the discussion gets a little heated.  This man gets pissed off when I don't back down and hauls off and kicks me in the shin.  Why should I have to put up with a threat like that?  I have to say, that as much as I love TG and CM, no one should have to feel threatened on their job, especially with physical violence.  The producers were right to dismiss TG. 

I have two friends who support TG in his plight to get a lawyer and appeal his dismissal.  I don't. 

Because, you see, I think that would be a blow to justice.  I can see this from the other point of view. Gibson is an actor and director which means he has some measure of authority on the CM set.  I don't care what the producer said, any physical assault is grounds for immediate dismissal.  Period.  I cannot think of any job site that is not bound by that rule.  You hit, you touch, you verbally abuse, you're gone. 

Fans of TG and CM, are saying, well, he apologized, he regrets it, and so on.  And I agree that all of that it to his credit.  He's showing remorse. 

On the other hand, he cannot retract what he did, and it's happened before.  This indicates a pattern of behavior which causes tension in the job place.  When will it happen again? 

Not only that, but he is a big star, well known, and though it's not a children's show, it sends out a message on a grand scale that bully behavior, when the money is big enough to pay for a team of lawyers, will go unpunished. 

That is a dangerous precedent to set.  I am relieved that the producers of Criminal Minds realize that and took the appropriate action, although I will miss Thomas Gibson's character deeply, and his sensitive portrayal. 

Saturday, September 17, 2016

PAUSE FOR THOUGHT - Ben Carson Quote

While I respect Ben Carson speaking as a doctor, I have to call "pro-life" men (in general) hypocrites. 

Where was this concern for human life when women and their children (to the tune of 9 MILLION) were tortured to death during the witch hunts, and currently, when women's genitalia are mutilated to keep them from enjoying sex because it's a sin, when women are stoned to death for non-violent crimes, when women are dumped by men when those men are finished using them and don't want to stick around and raise the child they plant in the woman's womb, and when honor-killing is considered a religious freedom?

And where is all this respect for human life when men decide to wage war over political and religious ideology? When men stop declaring war then they can start talking to women about killing.



I just wanted to let everyone know that from now on, this blog will be exclusively Pause for Thought - an Opinion/Editorial blog by me, Terri DelCampo.  All of my personal updates can be found on my website: 
Terri DelCampo - Author

I know that might be a little confusing at first, but I want Pause for Thought to have its own place in the world.  There is a difference between my personal blogs and my rants. 

Thank you for reading all my stuff! 

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Godaddy Blues


Just cancelled my website with GoDaddy.  I plan to build one here on blogger.  It's where my and Blaze's Blazing Owl Press website is, and it's a simple, easy, pleasure to work on that site.  I just want a place to tell my readers what's going on with my books, and projects.  Completely professional.  I put all the personal stuff, and my Pause for Thought stuff on here. 

Every time I wanted to update my website content on GoDaddy it was a nightmare - and therefore a monthly nightmare, because I have to add the current issue of Owl's Eye View Magazine each month.  So done.  I got tired of crying in frustration.  If it's not user friendly, I don't have time to deal with it.  So long, GoDaddy! 

My domain name should free up within 24 hours. 

Then I will rebuild my site on here and life will be blissful once more.  :D 

In the meantime, Lisa Galloway has some new stuff going up on her poetry site. 

And I am working on editing story collections for Blaze and me.  The next one out will be "Romantic Shadows," which we will be releasing on September 13th - our first wedding anniversary. 

Wow!  I cannot believe it's been a year since Blaze and I tied the knot (literally, we had a hand fasting).  If the next several decades are as extraordinary as this first year has been, I shall live the rest of my life a very happy lady.  :D 

Okay.  Work to do! 


Friday, August 19, 2016

Social Security Woes

Why is it that the government can keep perfect track of my weekly paychecks – and I mean every single penny no matter how many jobs I worked, gifts I received, every single penny.  Yet when I reach retirement age, it all of a sudden becomes too complicated to send me a weekly paycheck? 

This is no coincidence.  A monthly payment – say the third Wednesday of each month means that on the months with five weeks in them, I eat the extra week – yet, when I was working, I'll be damned if the government missed that week of taking out that week's taxes and Social Security payment.  Oh no! 

So let me get this straight – the government steals all that money just by the way it distributes it back out to me.  Hmmm…

So the government should have a pretty steep surplus of stolen cash, shouldn't they? 

Well I want my money back.  Because if I neglected to pay my taxes, you can bet your ass the IRS would track me down and garnish my wages. 

Oh wait – the only people I can turn to for help are the corrupt politicians living high off of profits gained from my (and everybody else's) losses. 

We might very well have been better off with King George III.

Sunday, August 14, 2016


I'm getting right to the point.  This morning on Facebook I came across this sentiment: 

I thought it was a little one-sided, and came up with one of my own: 

Okay, here's the thing.  If you accept God as the creator of everything, positive and negative, and say, "He protects me, and cares for me, etc."  But then, have to admit that he creates the things you need to be protected from, doesn't that imply that you are a masochist submitting to a sadist?  To submit to religion is, in my humble opinion, a form of Stockholm syndrome. 
I personally believe that you can appreciate the wonders of the world and the universe without the blinders of religious superstition.  Things are what they are.  There is mystery that doesn't need the fairy tales of so-called holy books to try to explain it, and certainly does not need to be explained by superstitious men who thought that the world was flat, that the world was the center of the universe, that men should be worshiped as prophets and women should be completely submissive, and that slavery is permissible.  Men who tortured and slaughtered anyone who disagreed with them. 
I've read several holy books cover to cover and have come to the conclusion that everyone has a soul.  Spirituality isn't what comes out of books – spirituality comes from one's own soul.  Good, bad, somewhere in between, it's not about some disconnected god up in the heavens, it's about love and decency within your own mind and heart. 

Sunday, February 14, 2016


A Facebook friend of mine posted a sign on her page: I would rather struggle to get everything I have than to let someone give it to me.  I never want to hear the words "you wouldn't have that if it wasn't for me."

My comment: 

But don't you think that everything we have comes from being interconnected with others?  You wouldn't have your life without your parents.  You wouldn't have a big chunk of your knowledge without teachers.  You wouldn't have your life's experience without friends, bosses, family members, pets, even strangers that you have casual contacts with: bus drivers, waiters, waitresses, cashiers, doctors, pharmacists, etc.  Even someone like me, a writer, whose job is pretty solitary needs readers to appreciate my work.  And then there are the behind the scenes people who provide electricity, water, food, houses, streets, cars, fuel for the cars, etc., who we've never met face to face, but without whom we could not function. 

There are people who give us things every single day of our lives, and if they didn't, we wouldn't be who we are today.  In some cases we wouldn't be alive at all.  No one is completely independent.  No one accomplishes anything in their lives without someone to thank...many, many people to thank.  It's humbling, really. 

Learning Feminism at School

My budding feminism was triggered all the way back in nursery school when my teacher always let the boys have first go at the blocks, and they never let the girls play.  It really used to fry my butt because I loved blocks and the ones at school were the awesome brick shaped ones that you could build really high towers with, while the ones I had at home were the small square baby kind. 
Of course, this nonsense doesn't happen todays because girls and boys aren't conditioned in the same ways they were when I was little - thank goodness!
So that was my first taste of gender discrimination at the age of four. Even then, I hated that unfairness - hated it.  I had three boy cousins and they always shared their matchbox cars, GI Joes, sandbox, trucks, dozers, blocks, whatever they had with me and it didn't matter that I was a girl.  I couldn't understand why it should matter to teachers! 
Answer?  It certainly should not have.  But that was the early sixties. 
It continued right on up through the early seventies when I was forced to take Home Economics class, because, you guessed it, I had a vagina.  The penises were allowed to take wood shop and auto mechanics, which later might have actually given me a chance to make a decent wage.  But no, I had to play Suzy Homemaker and make myself a demure little skirt and bake cakes from scratch.  There was that one time when some kid threw up on himself and us lucky girls got to practice using the washing machine and dryer to clean his clothes.  What an opportunity!
The school dress code allowed us to wear pants, but the Home Economics teacher, an uppity, keep-women-barefoot-and-in-the-kitchen-1950s-holdover required dresses be worn on Home Economics class days, and mini-skirts were out.  Because, femininity, to her, had nothing to do with feminism. 
Many women bought into all that crap in the 60s and 70s, and followed all the rules that had been set down by men and scrupulously followed by women for centuries.  We were our own worst enemies because we took so long to learn the word no – and mean it. 
There are still places all over the world that need a lot of work.  I'm just glad my granddaughter can play with blocks at school if she wants.  Right in there next to the boys. 

Friday, January 22, 2016

Terri DelCampo's personal update for January 22, 2016

January 22,2016

So I haven't written a personal update in awhile – like six months. 

And in that six months I got married to Robert (Blaze McRob) Nelson, teamed up with him to establish Blazing Owl Press, entered and won NaNoWriMo (wrote a 59,000 word novel in less than thirty days), celebrated Blaze's and my  amazing first Christmas together surrounded by Greggs and Heegers, and Devonshires (oh my!), published a couple of books, published a couple dozen Friday Frights stories, published the RoJo Adventure Blog (which has caught on!) for my grandchildren, and actually sorted out my schedule to a point where I think I might be able to cram all the projects Blaze and I have planned for 2016 in (of course there's a high probability that we will go bat shit crazy in the process, but hey, life's a crap shoot at best.)

Plus, the week before Christmas my computer crashed; got a new little cheapy one, and had to reorganize all my file onto flash drives to save them because this little notebook has rinky dink memory.  But that's okay, it works.  And I still got shit done.  Wahoo! 

All in all it's been an interesting and happy few months.  Tres productive. Hopefully things will continue on like this for a long time.  That would be a good thing. 

I want to thank all of my friends and family for the support and love. You stoke my energy and endurance when times get tough, (and on occasion pull my butt out of the fire).  I have some amazing people around me, and not a day goes by that I don't count my blessings.  I love you all very, very much. 

I would like to think that my grandchildren, Rosie and Joey will see this, and I want you to know that I love you and think of you every single day.  I hope you like the RoJo blog. 

Okay,  I have another two blogs to write, and dinner to fix.  So I'm signing off for now! 

Hugs and love to all!

PS - Happy Birthday JP!!  Love you bunches!
And a belated Happy Birthday to Sandi Shelnutt-Peck! 

Friday, January 15, 2016



I keep hearing this sentiment passed around in different circles (from nieces and nephews talking about schoolwork to colleagues talking about manuscripts, to co-workers where I used to work, to crafters), in all walks of life:

A done thing is better than a perfect thing.

I call bullshit on that one.  Something doesn't have to be absolutely perfect, but the garbage that passes muster these days doesn't even come close. 

A done thing is better than a perfect thing.  

  • Tell that to anyone who's had their car recalled (especially anyone who had a serious accident because they weren't notified in time). 
  • Tell that to anyone who's had a heart attack because the medicine that they were prescribed hadn't been tested enough. 
  • Tell that to women who had deformed babies when they took thalidomide because the drug was under-researched. 
  • Tell that to people who developed cancer from cyclamates.
  • Tell people who, on a day to day basis, by inferior products because of the slipshod work ethic and bottom line mentality prevailing in manufactories today. 
  • Tell that to anyone who's read a book full of page after page of awkward sentences and spelling errors that distracted them from a good story.

If you raise your children with this mentality, they will carry it out into the world and do everything half-assed starting with doing the dishes at home for Mom and Dad, right on up to producing inferior products (if any at all) to raising the next generation of slackers. 

This erodes the very fiber of our society and in turn lowers our reputation worldwide, and the self-esteem of our population. 

Lowering the bar on a regular basis weakens Americans and makes us a laughing stock.  All because one schmuck somewhere down the line decided to be lazy and coined the phrase "a done thing is better than a perfect thing." 

For one person, that could be shrugged off.  For an entire population, no.  It's a death knoll. 

Thursday, January 7, 2016



There's a high school in Georgia being opened by the LGBT community, for LGBT kids.  I think it's great that the kids have somewhere to go, but all in all I don't think segregation of any group is the answer. The only way to be understood is to communicate. Support groups are terrific, but segregating any group is unrealistic. What happens when these students go out into the real world? They will be unprepared to deal with problematic situations and be eaten alive. And society in general will never learn to understand and accept gays and lesbians if not exposed to them every day. I think the LGBT community is doing itself a grave disservice.