what am i?
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Author: paulaB
American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, writer, history buff.
and there i was down that crazy river
preaching my gospelthe ragehis betrayaloh, that ragethis new friend knew all to wellthough her skepticism dripped, she didn’t believe that it would ever let her gojust one year onburied understillfresh in its certaintywhere mine had burned awaylong agobrought forthfor her to seehow i used to bethe vows we brokealong with my heartyet it was no longer the boss of meand turning to leave,i had to … Continue reading and there i was down that crazy river
How I Lost My Smile To Find Myself
Behind those lies we tell, the hair dye we buy, the makeup we wear, the clothes that hide our flabby bits, the shoes that define us, the cars that please our hierarchical lizard brains, still remains the real us, the actual naked self we truly are, inside, outside or upside down who we are self. That essence of real has been something I’ve sought almost … Continue reading How I Lost My Smile To Find Myself
How To Inoculate The Infection Of The Authoritarian Right-Wing Movement In America; Or At least A Good Start
Ok, so, in the next instalment of uppity quasi-Canadian with an opinion, let me say first that American politics is soOOooo different from Canadian, at many levels. Not the least of which is the epic drama of American elections, of the rise and fall of candidates, over months and months and months, of speeches, debates, out on the campaign trail, the back and forth, the … Continue reading How To Inoculate The Infection Of The Authoritarian Right-Wing Movement In America; Or At least A Good Start
The Rise And Fall Of The Chosen One
Spent a week away. Away from news, or views, or reviews of his faux news. Away to the beach for the day, another exploring my own cities historical stuff, a few in contemplation of light dancing through my garden, a night of beer and visiting with friends, and one dancing till dawn to some 80s and 90s songs. Away from the bat sh..a… crazy stuff … Continue reading The Rise And Fall Of The Chosen One
For These Avarice Acts My Blood Doth Boil
When I lived in the ‘Big Smoke’, TOR-AN-NA… or Toronto for the rest of you, I mean, I loved the vibrancy, loved living right on Lake Ontario, in an area lying outside the city’s heart, in a port community that hugs the shore. I loved the fog rolling off the lake early in the morning, to the river where Salmon would return to, I did, … Continue reading For These Avarice Acts My Blood Doth Boil
Should Democracy Serve Our Present Or Our Future? Native Wisdom In Our Modern World
The fundamental battle(s) taking place right now, on an international scale, is not as much left versus right, but instead a war between capitalism, that wild and free market economy born out of the 16th and 17th centuries, versus the rise of social democracies that were the early 20th century response to the rougher aspects of capitalism. Personally, I consider myself a social democrat, and … Continue reading Should Democracy Serve Our Present Or Our Future? Native Wisdom In Our Modern World
lines written sitting out on my stoop
i am carried away by her voice out in my wabi-sabi garden away from the potholes of ignorance and sociopaths smiles holding loft a baby child, a pawn for his campaign so i need the prayer of a guy named Dante whilst the cicada’s hum i watch the wind move the fountain grass listening to tales of a Highwayman the music flows out the door … Continue reading lines written sitting out on my stoop
Our Diversity Is Our Superpower, So Why Is America Squandering Theirs?
Growing up in a village in Southwestern Ontario in rural farming country, we had three churches, one Anglican, a United and a Presbyterian, if you were Catholic you had to go to London. There were two public schools for kids from either side of the river, and one high school with on average 400 or so students, and almost everyone I knew looked like me. … Continue reading Our Diversity Is Our Superpower, So Why Is America Squandering Theirs?
Some Thoughts On Stop And Go Slaughter In America
Now, growing up dad had guns. I mean, I actually wasn’t generally aware of it growing up, but he did apparently have a rifle, yet I was completely oblivious. Though, when I was older I do remember a couple of them propped up behind the bed, like some sort of redneck hick, propped up but not loaded, before new gun laws came into play, and … Continue reading Some Thoughts On Stop And Go Slaughter In America
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at walmartand a festival another high schoolpraying in churchin the first gradeat a moviewhile at workat the collegein Americafrom sea to shining seain Americamore slaughterdripping bloodon the red, white and bluebut does it matter tothat presidentwho commands their fatehe who worships goldhe was bought and soldon corporate greedfor foreign soiland dreams of coaljust thoughts and prayershe deceivesjust pretends to caremaking America greatfor more terrorists of … Continue reading another
Tales And Tips From A 90s HTML Slinger
So, lets talk about all the evils of Social Media, fake news, fake videos and reality becoming an option in this new cyber world. Everything comes in at the speed of light, swiped across the screen, nope, nope, nope, nope, as we scroll through what the world has to say, what our neighbourhood, our city, our favourite celebrities, politicians, pundits, and politics, flow past us, … Continue reading Tales And Tips From A 90s HTML Slinger
Words To My Mother I Write
That night the moon hung full in the nights sky, as we stood along the front porch, lost in our thoughts, of her, my mother. The undertaker had been called, and as they placed her body in that black bag they always use, we went outside, to be one with the grief we all shared. As they brought her body out, we not a one … Continue reading Words To My Mother I Write
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