I will not judge – I will not judge – I will not judge. Oh, what the heck. Hey, genius. It’s a baby book!
“One of the worst pieces of literature.” Can somebody please help me?
I love my smartphone but often wonder about the misuse of my data. So much about me can be known, just by looking at my apps. There is a lady who likes music and listens to books. Sometimes she has trouble sleeping, and she uses relaxation sounds and noises to lull her back into the dreamland. Continue reading
It’s cold outside, the first snow has fallen, the ground is frozen and our outdoor activities are put on hold until spring. Museums visits, dinner and a movie, craft and cooking classes with our Meetup group, are on this winters calendar. Continue reading
I made an unbelievable discovery this week, and ever since I am in peace. I felt a dramatic shift in me and in the blink of an eye, the balance in me was restored.
Like so many of us, I watched the funeral of former President Georg H. W. Bush. Not in full lengths -one has to work to make a living- but I listened to it during my work and looked up at the TV screen when I wanted to. Continue reading
Until today, I never understood what Gerrymandering actually meant. I heard and read about it, but never fully grasp the consequences. Continue reading
Pulitzer Prize Winners Journalism 2018
Pulitzer Prize for breaking news reporting
The staff of The Press Democrat
Pulitzer Prize for investigative reporting
The staff of The Washington Post Continue reading
He is a nice, older gentleman. He comes from a small town in the midwest, where he and his siblings were raised by a single mom. He knows poverty, has lived it and doesn’t like how it made him feel. Continue reading
There’s a shriveled orange soul
in a narrow-minded hole
that won’t think of getting out
just to see what life’s about,
so it simply says “My goal
is to live inside this hole,
thus forever tightly curled
in my shriveled orange world.”
Author unknown Continue reading
“I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke-free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been uplinked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond! Continue reading
For the wife
Who says it’s hot dogs tonight
Because she is home with me
And not out with someone else. Continue reading
A simple photograph made me aware of the changes in our society. An older gentleman sitting on a small bench, the people walking around him, didn’t seem to notice him at all. Continue reading
“She had blue skin,
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by-
And never knew.”
Last night did not bring the dramatic shift I hoped for, but the Democrats took back the house and now they will provide the new house speaker. Nancy Pelosi (78) has said she will run for speaker again, but after 16 years at the top, I think it’s time for some changes. Continue reading
I cried when I read that!
It’s hard to watch TV these days, negative campaign adds left and right! How much nicer it would be if the candidates would just tell us what they stand for. “Hello…introduce yourself! I am your audience and a potential voter. Give up the smear campaigns, it gets you nowhere -at least not in my house.” Continue reading
“Death: “THERE ARE BETTER THINGS IN THE WORLD THAN ALCOHOL, ALBERT.”
Albert: “Oh, yes, sir. But alcohol sort of compensates for not getting them.”
Born in poverty, raised with hunger, we listened and learned.
God only helps the ones who help themselves they said, and it made sense to us.
We knew what we had to do, we packed our things and left. Continue reading
In a few years, the little girl will ask Alexa to help her with her homework and while I don’t comprehend (anymore) I find the idea very appealing. Where was Alexa when I grew up? Continue reading
I fearfully opened the news today. I didn’t want to, but how can I not read up on it? How can I stay informed, without walking through the slumps of headlines? Continue reading
One more commercial of a politician of either side, pointing finger at their opponent, listing what the other side did wrong, instead of telling me what they actually stand for themselves- and I will scream like a little girl. Continue reading
Last night I made an audience laugh with just a few words. I couldn’t help it, the speaker had asked for it -I just obeyed.
Sarcasm. How it is feared and how it is loved. It can be a dangerous weapon and in the wrong hands it can bring destruction but used with care, it can bring laughter. Continue reading
There should be nothing here I don’t remember . . .
The Gulf Motel with mermaid lampposts
and ship’s wheel in the lobby should still be
rising out of the sand like a cake decoration.
My brother and I should still be pretending
we don’t know our parents, embarrassing us
as they roll the luggage cart past the front desk
loaded with our scruffy suitcases, two-dozen
loaves of Cuban bread, brown bags bulging
with enough mangos to last the entire week, Continue reading
Headline today. “Trump and his administration are after the transgender rights.” The gender will be declared at birth and cannot be changed. A nightmare for every transgender person. Back into the closet, they will go. Stripped of their rights, they will march on but will have no protection. Continue reading
Thousands and thousands of people are on the streets in London, demanding a second vote on Brexit -the exit of the European Union. In the last vote, they got it wrong too. Continue reading
I know how Paradise has to look like, I have pictured it in my mind a thousand times when I was a little girl. Continue reading
When a white woman with black ancestors will insist on being white, we will tell her otherwise. We will not allow her to call herself Caucasian. One drop of negro blood makes you African American, don’t you dare and lie to us. You are not white, you are black. Don’t you ever forget! The color of your skin doesn’t matter. We know better! Continue reading
The other day at dusk, a little fly found it’s way into our home. It flew right by me when I let the dogs out. I noticed it but didn’t pay too much attention.
The next day, I opened the microwave to warm up some leftovers for lunch and sure enough, the little fly took its chance and flew right into it. Continue reading
I mentioned all the issues I had run into, explained to her how I had fixed it. She looked at the finished old piece, and I could see how much she liked it.
“By the way, the chair was built March 1966,” I said and she looked at me with admiration.
“That’s amazing, how do you know,” she wanted to know. Continue reading
Like every year, our little tree is getting ready for winter. The leaves just started to wilt and soon they will fall to the ground. What will be left will be a bare tree, waiting for the wintertime. Continue reading
On a railroad car in your America,
I made the acquaintance of a man
who sang a life-song with these lyrics:
“Do whatever you can/ to avoid
becoming a roofing man.” Continue reading
To see ordinary people and celebrities using their voice to cope with our troubled times, gives me so much hope for the future. I feel I belong, I feel I am one of them -even so, my voice is more of a whisper in the blogging world. Continue reading
Much has happened this summer, and I was desperate for some distraction, needed to see natures beauty away from my everyday routine. I didn’t feel like mingling much, wanted to be with a small group of friends who know me well. Continue reading
I am angry. Very very angry.
Like the rest of the nation, I am watching the Kavanaugh hearing, and I can only do it in small dosages to prevent my head from exploding. Continue reading
Of course, I needed a Fitbit. Everybody else is wearing one and I wanted to try it as well -and why not. The goal is to walk at least 10,000 steps a day, and how much easier would it be to achieve it, with a wristband that would count and log all my efforts. Continue reading