It’s the last week of October 2020 and the world continues to rotate. We’re dealing with a Global Pandemic, Wildfires, and Politics. There are so many silent struggles on personal levels that many are holding on by a thread ~ financially, emotionally and spiritually. The past 4 years has seen…
Chatted with a friend ~ he inspired the following poem. We are 33 minutes away from the 2nd Presidential Debate, the last one before the election which is 12 days away. As always am hoping for leadership, clarity and calm between the two men, one which will lead our country…
On the first day of Voting my true love sent to me: a list of polling places near me. On the second day of Voting my true love sent to me: Two Presidential Debates and a list of polling places near me. On the third day of Voting my true…
Basura Cat wants to make a trip up Capital Hill. The fact she can’t vote for President makes her ill. She wants to answer the Patriotic call. When she talks about it, she starts to bawl. “Basura,” I said, “Don’t get so upset.” “Because pets don’t have the right to…
My Mama raised me better than to be friends with anyone who makes fun of the handicapped. My Mama raised me better than to be friends with someone who commits adultery. My Mama raised me better than to be friends with anyone who refuses to help others. My Mama raised…
He doesn’t lurk, he stands upon his soapbox. He takes treats and turns them into tricks. He tweets and turns beauty into brutality. His words, echo from a heart of stone. He blows his harp, charming the uneducated. He rallies with lies and deceit. The lost have fallen into his…
Basura Cat woke me up at 4:30 this morning. As usual, I went to feed her, but it was not a feeding of the belly that she was after, instead, it is the feeding of her soul Sofia drove by my voting location just after 6am, she suggested that I…
I’m vested, interested and resolute in learning and helping to lead my country in the right direction concerning the upcoming Presidential Election, never before has so much been at stake. I have an internal struggle when people outside of my county care more than those who live here. People in…
The trip was long, many a stumble made, As memories of home, started to fade. Entry to the kingdom came at a price, Some of the trade-offs were not so nice. Who has dared to knock on the door? A pauper, a peasant who wanted more. Daring to dream, daring…
I’d like to get off the ride, but am strapped in, Promised destination to a “Greater America.” Obviously, we’ve taken a wrong turn, lost, oh so very lost. The driver, the only one available was not my choice. He’s a terrible driver, incessantly insistent, Constantly checking his reflection in the…