Again

Again

Shots fired

Tears flowing

Shock and Anger

Guns in the wrong hands

Where Did My Summer Go?

In January, I started posting about “My 12 new months of purpose” -as so often full of plans, looking into the future with high expectations. I enjoyed writing my monthly reports until June, when there was just not much to reveal.

Slow Blogging – Or just another useless blogging advice?

There is a new trend in the blogging scene. So it’s not that new, it’s been around for so long that it’s even been reported in the media. But I have the feeling lately more and more bloggers are joining the movement and are blogging about it as well. What am I talking about? Slow Blogging! 

Trading Jewelry for Flea Meds

I had spent all afternoon washing and wringing our clothes, and when our freshly cleaned laundry was hanging on the clothesline outside, I noticed the smell. The old, banged-up washer that had been given to us, wasn’t doing the job, and trying to do our laundry by hand wasn’t an ideal solution either. We needed to get a washer and dryer fast!

868 people don’t like my​ post

That’s the number I came up with, when I deducted the average number of likes, from the number of followers on my little blog.

913       Followers

– 45     The average number of likes on a decent post

= 868  That means 868 followers must dislike everything I write. Bummer!

Champagne Taste and a Beer Wallet

His smile gave it all away, he was beaming with joy. “Throw it all in the dumpster,” the manager had ordered when the company he worked for delivered new cubicles and panel systems, and that’s when my husband spoke up and had asked if he could take them instead. Before the day was over, he had written permission, stating he could take all the cabinets and worksurfaces.

Making Peace

School Assignment

A voice from the dark called out,
“The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war.”

Lies, Promises and Rabbit Ears

My husband’s second paycheck, still under a thousand dollars for two full weeks of work, was celebrated the same way as the first one. We drove to the bank together, cashed the check, and back at home, we got the hidden cash out of the kitchen drawer. We called our landlord, asked him if he wanted to pick up the rent, and an hour later he parked in our driveway.

Between Not Enough and Too Much

She invited me to stop at her little shop the next time my grandma and I would drive down to the village. “You come by and pick out what you want.” I could not wait. I had helped at our neighbor’s farm for days and even though I was young, my work and my assistance had been appreciated.

Senses

“Standing at the edge of my fears
And contemplating them
Is a healthy exercise.
The extent of the boundaries
Of who I believe myself to be.