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It probably started
in a whisper, a murmur,
a low tone hardly caught by the papers,
a sticker, a poster,
Tag: <span>sadness</span>
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Our dog Vader, patiently waiting for his friend, our house squirrel, to come by. Every day, he lies in front of the sliding glass door and waits patiently.
Most of us here in the US have never heard of Reem Sahwil and I want her to meet you, that’s why I am writing this post. In 2015, a 14-year-old Palestinian refugee in Germany burst into tears in front of the camera, midway through an encounter with German Chancellor Angela Merkel, as she begged Merkel to spare her family from deportation.
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Angie had called in advance. I sent the dogs outside when I heard her park in the driveway. A moment later, a woman very close to my age came in and introduced herself.
Truth be told I was dragged to the first meeting, it is so not my thing, but then I enjoyed the company and I had such a good time, that I now join the gatherings frequently.
Ah, there you go – extravagant as ever!
Why can you not be rational? You never
Manage to take the middle course, it seems,
But jump, instead, between absurd extremes.
I am not in the best of moods, to be honest, I am upset, grumpy, and sad, a bit confused as well. I don’t like to feel that way, it’s not how I normally am. I still laugh and I joke around, but it’s half-heartedly at the moment and that’s alright.
Texas was one of a handful of states to deem abortions non-essential procedures during the pandemic. But what impact has that decision had? As the US was going through the darkest days of the crisis, the state of Texas was fighting hard in the courts to ensure abortions did not take place there.
I am angry…
…because we should give free -used or new- computers and laptops to kids of low-income families, so every kid has access to its online classroom
…because my friend has filed for unemployment five weeks ago, and still hasn’t seen a dime
Last night I sat in the dark; tears were rolling down my cheeks. I don’t cry often. If I do, then it’s because of a book or a movie. When a story touches my heart, that’s when I cry. I can’t help it, it’s a defense mechanism I suppose.