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The Sunday School Teacher Who Raised A Heathen Fool ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 3

At some point I came to this conclusion that the universe, or my sub-conscious self, or whatever, well, it musta had plans for me. There was this thing I had to do, a place I had to be, a mindset maybe, because over and over whenever I had thought I had found the way, the career, POOF. Every time, without fail, the contract ends, the … Continue reading The Sunday School Teacher Who Raised A Heathen Fool ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 3

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And This To Shall Pass, Like Kidney Stones ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 2

Once again, I make plans and the universe laughs its arse off… you really thought it would be that easy? That simple?… and erupts into a maniacal howling convulsion. Have often thought that perhaps all the decisions we make, the good, the bad, and even the downright ugly, coalesce into one giant hand, and slap us up side the head, knocking us off our path, … Continue reading And This To Shall Pass, Like Kidney Stones ~ Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 2

Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 1

Stopped to take a breath, and WHOOSH, February was almost half-way gone and I had not done the things I needed to do. Things I should have done a long, long time ago. Fear and worry paralyzing me, of course over-thinking it all, of which you too were a victim, had entangled me for much too long. I really needed to take a break, relax, … Continue reading Letters To The Prettiest Girl In Town ~ 1

Conscious Allowing, Or How I Learned To Live Alone

With the Canadian election over, done and dusted, Trudeau won, and the U.S. election off on the horizon, impeachment looming, scandal after scandal, and the nest of criminals and con artists Trump has surrounded himself with being exposed, maybe I’m a bit tired of that whole mess. Perhaps time for reflection, tis that time of year, for me. Conscious allowing is as simple as creating … Continue reading Conscious Allowing, Or How I Learned To Live Alone

How The Mighty Have Fallen

So, watching American politics is by far more entertaining than it ever was, and that is saying quite a bit, eh? I mean, Donny boy is so great he almost makes the whole Clinton Impeachment look like a Hallmark movie, and Nixon, heck, after school special. Pft. Nope, ol’Trumpo has hisself a downright epic multi-season drama, maybe even an Academy Award-winning Film, or at least … Continue reading How The Mighty Have Fallen

My Divided Family, How I Deal With It And Where I Draw My Lines

Last time dad was up for a visit, my sister and I got into a discussion about dad and Trump and all this, and she was upset. Clearly upset, and confused, she was upset at this, my blog and what I was writing. Not only my writing really, but my writing in regards our father, and if I really thought he was racist? Did I … Continue reading My Divided Family, How I Deal With It And Where I Draw My Lines

Because It’s All About The Money, Honey, Cause It Washes Sin Clean

Ok, excuse me for my ignorance, but when did it become unpatriotic to disagree, to dissent, to challenge the status quo in America? Last time I checked, and correct me if I’m wrong on this, but isn’t that at the heart, the very acorn of the countries founding? You know, throwing tea into Boston harbour, taxation without representation, bunch of angry landowners rising up against … Continue reading Because It’s All About The Money, Honey, Cause It Washes Sin Clean

The Future Of American Politics And The Fresh Faces Of Congress Who Are Paving The Way

Concerning the world of American politics I admit to being a bit of a newbie. Actually, and to be completely honest, I began this journey down the rabbit hole writing about the chaos and division threatening the land down yonder where I was born without a clear understanding of the system, so I’ve been learning about how they do things, what things they can do, … Continue reading The Future Of American Politics And The Fresh Faces Of Congress Who Are Paving The Way

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Setting Free Those Captive Seasons By A Lake

That mound of humanity had been a desire of mine for years, and fear of being so far away from everything I had ever known lured me, and so I spent 6 years within that gigantic multicultural opportunity driven metropolis until I met Tim. What he found was a sad and lonely drunk wallowing in her grief, I was an easy mark, and so began … Continue reading Setting Free Those Captive Seasons By A Lake