I try to peel the scotch tape from the windowpane—
so stubborn I can’t claw it off
I stop by the nearest supermarket
for sponges and cleaning gloves
throw in some steel wool
for good measure
Tag: <span>reality</span>
The journey of an author begins after the book is published!
(The Happy Quitter)
I married an Irish man—an American whose ancestors came from Ireland. We even have the ship records when his ancestors arrived, but with a last name that’s not so rare, no telling if we have the right records, and nobody really cares. He is Irish, red cheeks and all.
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I’m in the Christmas spirit this year; I’ve been fortunate this year. However, I recall last year, when it wasn’t so good, as we faced the new year with uncertainty.
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I am an average older woman who wished all her life to be heard, as well as seen. To be understood and not judged by attractiveness. To have men look into my eyes (and soul) and not stare at my cleavage.
Today, I will tell you a story of a young woman who liked to travel.
A long time ago in Giza/Cairo/Egypt
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We are consistently lied to — by advertisements, governments, administrations, marketing, salespeople, authority figures, financial institutions, “religious” institutions, television, radio, and the media — yet we must remain honest.
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I often wonder why and how people vote, not just here but all over the world, at least in the parts where we are allowed to vote freely, where our voices are heard. What a difference we can make when we vote, but so often we cast our ballot without thinking.
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5:55 am today. Life at its best.
My husband, who just left to go to work, came back into the house, shouting: “Honey, porch pirates got into a box last night.”
Go, soul, the body’s guest,
….Upon a thankless arrant;
Fear not to touch the best;
….The truth shall be thy warrant:
….….Go, since I needs must die,
….….And give the world the lie.