Writing is something that calls to me, gentle as a summer rain, the constant pitter-patter of mindfulness. “Come sit with me,” she calls, desperate for my attention. As alluring as the smell of fresh bread, she beckons. “What shall I write?” I ask Words begin their tribal dance, waiting for…
It was the middle of the night and I heard such a scream, Basura cat’s leg were flailing, she was having a bad dream. It seems that she was training to compete in a triathlon, While wearing eye goggles and a polka dot thong. She had to run, she had…
I didn’t think it would matter so much, early voting, but it did. I didn’t plan on being one of the first at the polls, but I was. I didn’t think I would feel so much pride, but I do. I didn’t know the woman in front of me would…
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…
A package just came in the mail, And Basura Cat started waving her tail. She used her claws to open the box, What was inside, knocked off my socks. It was a political yard sign for the Democrats, Looks like I have a left leaning political cat. Basura got a…
People think that because I want peace, I’m a liberal. Because I’m kind that I’m weak. Because I’m creative, I’m not smart. Because I went to college, that I’m educated. What people don’t know is that I know pain. That every moment has created my view. That words have depth…
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…
Since COVID~19, my life has changed from working full-time to part-time. Sometimes, I have a complete day off. Usually, I find things to do, play, practice, write, read, study, sometimes not so much. With student cancelations, today I had too much free time on my hands. I pondered if this…
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…