May I please have my country back?

The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave! This beautiful country of diversity and opportunity.  May I please have it back?

America Will Be!

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

No Black or White -Just Gold, Silver, Bronze and a Refugee Team

 

Many of us will watch the opening ceremony of the  XXXI Summer Olympic Games in Rio de Janeiro tonight. We will sit in front of the TV, and we will cheer for our team. Over the next two weeks, this nation will be truly united. 

An American Muslim

“Have you even read the United States constitution? I will gladly lend you my copy. Look for the words LIBERTY and EQUAL PROTECTION OF LAW.”

Nice to me​et you -Friday Fictioneers

So many immigrants before me; did they all feel the same? The mix of emotions is overwhelming.

I love my husband; I love being his wife, but this move is scary. I am excited to be here, but I am also worried.

Pictures can speak louder than words.

I liked to draw pictures when I was a child. I wasn’t any good at it, but that didn’t stop me from doing so. My drawings were always full of life and colors; they told beautiful stories of dogs, cats, cows and roosters. I drew pictures of our farm with green fields, beautiful trees and gigantic flowers. No matter what I drew, there was always a smiling sun in the corner.

Stepping of the Treadmill – Good bye Daily prompt~!

This is my answer to Impromptu promptlings Sandbox writing challenge, “What are they hearing about me?”

They will hear that I am done with the daily prompt’s.

When I started blogging I only wrote about smoking and about how I felt, after I had kicked the addiction to the curb, because it was very important to me.

Is Anyone Listening?

My friend Joanne wrote a must-read post about refugees and forced me to re-blog 🙂

Think Again~!

I was in tears yesterday, when I saw the picture of the little, Syrian boy who had drowned. I was born and raised in Europe, I traveled the word. I saw people begging for shelter in a foreign country. My own Grandmother had to flee in WWI and found a new home in Austria, where I was born. I visited Africa, Asia and parts of Eastern Europe. I am a first generation immigrant myself, a love immigrant through marriage to my husband. Refugees, migrants, immigrants…many names for people who have one wish only. The wish for a better life~! If this picture will not change the way we handle the situation worldwide, then nothing will. One of the easiest reblogs ever~!

A Momma's View

I’d like to tell you a story I’ve recently read and ask you how you feel. Please read and let me know.

Imagine…

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Bye, bye African American~!

I would like to eliminate the word “African American” forever. Go away word, you are not needed anymore. We are all Americans; it’s as simple as that.