“I would recommend you stop taking the chemo drug until you feel better,” the nurse told me on the phone and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I had gotten sick right before Christmas. Nothing dramatic, but concerning enough to call my doctor, who told me to consult with my Rheumatologist, who wasn’t available at first, so I ended up talking to her nurse.
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A 38-year-old born Prince decided to wash the royal dirty laundry in a book. While officially turning his back on the royals in Great Britain, he most certainly gets the royal treatment -as demanded- everywhere he goes and he is cashing in on his fame, his position, and royalties nicely.
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Down with a cold, but not COVID, I seem to start the New Year the same way I did last year, coughing my head off, but that’s not true. Last year in January there was peace in my mind, then in February Russia invaded Ukraine. Last year I could afford chicken, and now it’s almost a luxury item.
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Till poverty knocked at her door
She never knew how bare
The uneventful days of those
Who have but want and care.
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Twelve years ago, in 2010 -the first Thanksgiving after a couple of months of being houseless/homeless- was the last time I added grocery prices up the way I did this year. For whatever reason, this year I felt the same mix of emotions as I did back then.
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One could, without exaggeration, jokingly or seriously say that humans have conspired in their intelligence to extinguish the human race. Too sarcastic? Too exaggerated or even too conspiratorial? Perhaps not look at us! I don’t like to use the word stupid, yet, while writing this, it seems the perfect word choice.
Continue readingA human hand is TICKLING a fish. A stingray, laying on its back, out of its element.
Continue readingAs a society, we have become heartless.
Homeless people who are living in tents bothered us. “They are too close,” we say, and grumble about a woman who sleeps in her car, and who has chosen our safe subdivision to do so.
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“It was two for $5” and he proudly handed me the small bags, each filled with 8 oz of shredded cheddar cheese. “Did they come with a magnifier?” I joked because lately, I don’t know what else to do. What sounded like a good deal, wasn’t a good deal at all. Instead of the old 16 oz packages, we have now two miniature cheese packets in our fridge. The price stayed the same, just the quantity was reduced by 50%.
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The happy Quitter! 