The Conscience of an Ex-smoker

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We both have been sick for weeks -three weeks to be exact. We both had a cold that just lingered a bit longer than usual. I could hear my husband cough in his sleep and he said the same about me the next morning. We both finally took time off work, that’s something we rarely do.  Continue reading

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An Open Letter To Congress …

There is not much I could add, other than the wish it will not just be read but heard -and understand- as well. One can dream!

Filosofa's Word

09 April 2018

Dear Member of Congress,

I am told that you have concerns about your upcoming performance review on November 6th, as well you should.  Your employers, I and many others, are very displeased with your job performance and frankly, I am already seeking your replacement in the event you do not turn things around very quickly.  It appears the problem lies with the fact that you have forgotten to whom you owe your allegiance.  It was I and my fellow citizens who hired you, and it is to us whom you have a responsibility … all of us, not just some.

First, allow me to make one thing perfectly clear:  Donald J. Trump is not your employer!  He may have given you to believe that he is, but he is not.  He is merely another employee of the organization that is run by We The People…

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The Book of Disquiet

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Now, I touched genius and it will not be forgotten. Forever it will live on my nightstand, waiting to be opened again…anywhere…anytime. Fernando Pessoa found the words to describe a searching soul like me. He must have written it for simple-complicated people like me. Perhaps it’s a manual on our souls, rather than a book?

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Easter is…

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“Easter is…

Skipping through meadows,
Joining in a birdsong,
Eying an early sunrise,
Unbolting windows and doors,
Cuddling newborns,
Hoping, believing,
Smelling yellow daffodils,
Reviving spent life,
Inhaling fresh air,
Sprinkling seeds along furrows,
Tracking in the mud.
Easter is the soul’s first taste of spring.”

― Richelle E. Goodrich,