Opinions and Essays
It was also the residence of the meanest rooster God ever created. It had wild red eyes that glowed in the dark, sleek reddish-brown and dark green feathers, oily with evil. I hated that bird and was thoroughly terrified of him.
Thoughts on aging I am old but it pisses me off… makes my blood boil… grinds on me… is a rude awakening when people treat me like I’m old. Even worse, I recall treating old people the same – or worse – when I… Continue Reading “A musing”
A quick run down on some of the posts from this year you might have missed! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! American Gold Star Mothers: Becky Christmas, a Wagon Mound, N.M. woman, has been actively involved in American Gold Star Mothers Inc., for… Continue Reading “Second time around”
I posted this about two years ago and – with a few updates – I think it is worth repeating. Although WordPress has been more of a challenge than I anticipated, I’m glad I switched. An important lesson I’ve learned is that you can… Continue Reading “Change is challenging”
Why does today have to hurt so much? Don’t say you’ve never been there. We all have days we don’t think we’ll make it through breakfast much less through the rest of the day. To deny our hurt, loneliness, pain, isolation, anger, discontent or… Continue Reading “In the valley”