

no, not the 'r' word - done gone too far
I will always stand up and speak for those who cannot and for the oppressed. Write when it hurts. Write when the feelings are strong. They are strong now. To the point my stomach is in knots and my heart in my throat. That is how much I feel things. I am empathetic to the hilt. I feel this way because of what the 'pres' of our country said about a governor. He called him a re**rd. Even writing about it just churns my stomach. Makes me feel ill and pain. Pain for those who
3 days ago4 min read
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i was reminded of my purpose, but not until later
I wrote an entire blog last night and for some reason, it did not save. This is the 3rd time this has happened to me. When will I ever learn? As usual, I will use this as a learning experience, but furthermore, an opportunity to ask God if what I wrote needed to be changed. It sucks to have so many feelings and emotions because when you do, you want to get them out right away. Like NOW! Not like now, as in right now - but I mean this hypothetically. Last night I was writi
5 days ago6 min read
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...not gonna drink ...no matter how much terrible things get posted
I posted only a summary of this blog the other day and decided to add it to my website with a bit of elaboration. This was my mantra the other day: I'm not gonna drink I'm not gonna drink      Dang right! There is nothing in the house to drink I'm not going out I'm not going out      Uh, Yeah. It's too dang cold! I won't go to store for alcohol I won't go to store for alcohol  No, I won't. I am too dang lazy. Problem solved.    I read something on social media abou
Nov 233 min read
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sometimes your heart needs to break
Painting by Michael Mize - title: Leap of Faith I drove home singing tonight after leaving an art gallery where I made my first real art print purchase. It was $95 and I knew I could not pass it up. Singing. I felt it. I went to the store after the gallery and even in the store, I was doing a few moves to the music from my headphones. Driving home, one of my favorite songs played and I kicked up the volume a bit and patted my chest as the emotions came out through a loud ve
Nov 167 min read
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