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Five fingers on a hand they have, but yet can''t count, billions in precious resources wasted, catching the horse after it left the barn, but why woul... In 2021, there’s a continuing loneliness that pervades this country. Some might feel it with relationships. Other’s may realize it with themselves. ... I wrote this when I was at my "bottom," as we in the program call it: To live is to experience the mystery of not knowing much until that time comes when one allows honesty to be his or her mantra. The alternative is to... Some for, some against, but today is the last day of the second year of the Iraq war. Henry pauses to remember our dead and wounded, and the dead, wo... Picture from www.stainlessbanners.com We ponder the right way to teach children, but how often do we invite them to teach us?
Hiya, People! Back now from the sunny southern coast of Spain to the usual leaden-grey of English skies - but at least I was still wearing my bikini ... In an effort to stay informed, it seems our species of late is trying very hard to be its own worst enemy. Politics is just the tip of the iceberg, co... Love at dawn. A romantic reminiscence.
Dedicated to someone special.
For those who occasionally watch TV programs of quality, there must be a frustration to discover they’re harder and harder to find. Back now from my summer wanderings, I now have a steady stream of work to look forward to, trying to teach my students how to write. What a noble ende... Friends, this is not about me...it is loosely based on a tale that a dear friend told me happen to her... It's all about moving forward, healing, and doing the right thing for yourself! To pause in our Fastlane lives and regard the flashes of transient impressions from touch, taste, smell, images and sounds we come across, often at th... Photo by author, and poem still in revision stage. i do know that hematite is a crystal, so am working on that. The love that flickers within your heart. Written in the early 90s while I was in the depths of the Arabian wilderness, I was in love with two things: fast airplanes and a certain dark-haired ... Okay. I’m angry. Trying to ground it. So…100,000 and counting. OMG. Lest we forget, for some of us… without governance and enforcement, there coul... Photograph taken by, Theresa Jodray...
I never alter my photos so you see what I see. The dark is caused by the clouds behind me and the odd light at... Slowly we sink...deeper and deeper, and, with the economy in such a way, as many witness, first-hand, the fall of too many hard-working Americans, a... Watched an old "Gunsmoke" show and one outlaw was called, "Smiley".....''heard words like "town folk". My muse got stirred . Even though travel books paint modern cities and its people with bright colors, surreal and muted, urban life remains for many an ever increasing effo... - Having read a great deal of history during the past dozen or so years, I find myself wondering how difficult it might be to chronicle recent history... Age doesn’t determine when one checks out. Twenty, Forty, Fifty, et al, are not void of of those moments when the future seems dire. Yet…we are sent... The beautiful flow of life. We are perfect and we are complete. And we always know what to do when get out of our own way. Whether a garden of constant growth visits in nocturnal dreams
or becomes reality’s waiting game for Spring, it’s difficult to not accept humankind as... |
