One day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. Continue reading
One day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. Continue reading
First of all, thank you to all the drunks who voted for me Saturday in the Evening, because that’s the only explanation I have, why I became the new leader of our country. Continue reading
The daily prompt is asking about my daily ritual, you mean there is something else, than reading blogs like it would be the Holy Grail? I have a ritual, a daily routine that I do, because it balances me. It helps me to be the person I want to be. Continue reading
My sleep pattern was always a little bit weird and I never really had an explanation. I woke up numerous times during the night and just couldn’t go back to sleep, no matter how hard I tried. Continue reading
“Money can’t by happiness” was one of the sayings I learned when I grew up. It’s a universal saying in almost every language and I believed it. Do we need money to be happy? No, of course not. Does is mean everybody without money is automatically happy? Does it mean poverty makes us happy? No, it doesn’t either. Continue reading
My first crush, oh my Gosh I remember it so well. I came home and I was mad. An older boy had pushed me and when I got up complaining about it, he had pushed me again. We were working in the fields and I didn’t stop talking about it. Continue reading
I am a morning person, love life and have no problem getting up. Over the years my motivation might have changed a little bit, but why wouldn’t I want to get up? Life itself drives me and the need to pee. 🙂 Continue reading
Oh my, what kind of disease it? Must be dangerous. I know, I know. It must be a case of stupid, I heard it’s going around and it’s highly contagious. I went to the store the other day and the kid at the checkout grabbed the divider-thingy and asked me, if I knew how much it cost. Continue reading
The term “Golden age” is so often misunderstood and misused. It’s a term that should be understood metaphorical. It describes an age, a period in time of great peace, prosperity and happiness. Continue reading
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.