Where thoughts flow like fresh brew
We are not alone with our feelings, imperfections, and struggles and that alone makes us all the same. Disease, love, hunger, hope, death....none of it distinguishes between religions, skin color, gender, education, jobs....and neither should we.
People say they can’t wait for things to return to normal, but I truly hope it doesn’t return. Normal wasn’t good. It wasn’t healthy for our minds, bodies,or spirits. It wasn’t good for our world.
I would describe current events as an indoor roller-coaster; you know nothing about what is up ahead, just hang on for dear life and pray the handlebar is snapped securely into place. Of course the entire time you’re screaming at the top of your lungs to get off this insane ride.
Today is DAY 1 of working from home, something that many in the country have been doing for a week now, some even longer. I have been awake for approximately thirty minutes and already I feel disoriented as chaos spills in upon what is usually my “quiet time.” The two college students, who are now… Continue reading Society Disrupted
As I entered the paper goods aisle I was confronted by section after section of empty space. Other shoppers were in the aisle looking just as awestruck as I. Fortunately, a couple of large cardboard boxes held a dozen packs of the super generic brand of the commodity that had overnight become more precious than gold.
A new year means a new beginning, a chance to reevaluate where you’re going and where you’ve been, and to change what you don’t like. It signifies a fresh start, sparks a glimmer of hope, and allows us to leave behind those things which we feel are weighing us down. Overall, the first day of… Continue reading 20/20 Vision
Since Trump’s election to office, a fair amount of attention has been on immigrants and the immigration process. From building a border wall between Mexico and the United States to the separation of parents from children, there has been no shortage of media buzz both for and against what is taking place. Desperate to learn… Continue reading “Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me”
We spend approximately 9 hours a day at our place of work. Add to that number the hour or so of preparation, as well as an hour of commuting, and one can easily project half a day spent for the involvement of labor. Now that we are up to approximately 11 – 12 hours dedicated… Continue reading Four Hours to Live
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