bee on milkweed
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Author: paulaB
American born, Canadian raised, she/her, blogger, photographer, writer, history buff.
What Goes Around Comes Around Again
Furthermore, Republicans twice managed to amend the Constitution, so that it now stated that everyone born in the United States is a citizen, that all citizens should have equal protection of the law, and that the right to vote couldn’t be denied because of race. And they required Southern states to legally enact many of these ideas — at least in principle — to be … Continue reading What Goes Around Comes Around Again
For Those Who Think They Be Gods
It confounds me this attraction to that larger than life character that stepped from his very own Tower of Babel, cleansed of his bankrupted deals with Russian money, clinging to his clothes the seeds of prejudice and greed, like an invasive foreign weed he spreads. Now the American leader will have another opportunity to advance his country’s interests in acquiring more of nothing from Russia … Continue reading For Those Who Think They Be Gods
The Life And Times Of A Poor Little Vainglorious Windbag
With all the news I’ve perused of late, and a thread runs through, knots up once in a while, it’s that same disbelief at this thing he’s done, said, thought, and simultaneously tweeted. Illuminating these idiosyncrasies has probably garnered lots of folks almost full-time contracts, and an elevated stature since the dim-witted oaf took office. Well, I never! Again, and again, and again. Seriously, who … Continue reading The Life And Times Of A Poor Little Vainglorious Windbag
Baby, Let’s Wag That Dawg Some More
Now, back in the W.Bush era, and he’s rallying the troops, and Senate, House, whoever it was, to go along with his desire, em, obsession more like, of finishing what his daddy started in Iraq. So here we are post-9/11 and I have no TV and hadn’t had one since around the opening months of 2000 when I finally vacated the marital home and went … Continue reading Baby, Let’s Wag That Dawg Some More
America, On The Occasion Of Your Birthday
Our trips south to visit my American cousins and grandparents was short on stops, long on drives, and hour stretches of silence through the mountains and bible belts, or endure some radio preacher peddling doom and gloom for those who don’t send him gobs of cash. One favourite memory, actually, is that one time after breakfast at the Dutch Pantry in the heart of the … Continue reading America, On The Occasion Of Your Birthday
What A Garden Can Be
That first spring here there was little more than Lily of the Valley, now a thriving river of greens runs along the house, and in the front grows Oregano, French Tarragon, and Chives with that trio of coneflowers, Nasturtiums, Snapdragons, and Tonka trucks. Out in the back upon that stone stoop, purple velvet pillow stained with walnuts welcomes me to rest me weary arse, after … Continue reading What A Garden Can Be
so they say
don’t get your knickers in a knot just you give your head a shake cause it’s not a box of chocolate it’s a deep, dark lake and you lose your muse in it but its ok it is a mutual mistake that anyone can make resting there against the brick soaking up the shade on this hot and humid day and all that glitters is … Continue reading so they say
“Of Daylight’s Dauphin, Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon”, And Nasturtiums
Small, insignificant, at least in the grand scheme of things, every day something new does appear, like all of those little things and without them there would be no big things. Earlier, just after dawn breaks and I awake from that long, hot slumber, stumble to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil, when it whistles I let it sit for a few minutes … Continue reading “Of Daylight’s Dauphin, Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon”, And Nasturtiums
Feed The Bees
Lately I often wonder if the next domino will be the Laws Of Gravity, as the world seems more topsy-turvy every single day. The news reads like I’ve woke inside the opening credits of some post-apocalyptic movie, as the film scrolls out the mistakes that people made, giving the background, something like the opening of Star Wars. Common are open displays of racism unheard of … Continue reading Feed The Bees
Tariffs And Toady’s
First, let’s chew on this – right now, about 42-45% of American’s support the rumptus. Yet, the more amazing number is that 90% of the GOP support him. Why? Well, your guess is as good as mine. Given his total experience with politics is as an opinionated armchair commentator, his naiveté, his rich man with an inferiority complex, his cock-surety, made him like nobody else. … Continue reading Tariffs And Toady’s
Of The Feast Before The Fall
In days of yore, back in time, way back, bronze age, stone age, back 10,000 years and more, before the last Ice Age began to recede, and water levels rose, washing away whole swathes of land, following cattle, or seeking a better life, wanting more for themselves, humanity has been on the move, really, since we all crawled down from our trees back on that … Continue reading Of The Feast Before The Fall
Hunting For The American Me
The year was 2002, the year after Mom died, and for the first time since I was 19 years I was back home, back in Dodge. Not right in my “home”, an apartment in town, actually, on the other side of the river from my actual home. It, I suppose, has become our families response to death, and the grief of, to come together, to … Continue reading Hunting For The American Me
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