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And Just Think, Accountants Brought Down The Mob
Hutchison was on the inside, she was on Trump team, and as an aide to the Chief of Staff, and special assistant to the president, she once worked for House Republican Whip Steve Scalise, but she is also a familiar face on Capitol Hill because she held a prominent role in the White House Legislative Affairs Office, and now held a prominent role right inside … Continue reading And Just Think, Accountants Brought Down The Mob
Learnings of An Optimistic Cynic GenXr For When This Cruel Ol’World Lets You Down
From sea to shining sea, the 3-headed monster of self-righteous evangelical missionary Christian continues its streak, bashing everyone over the head with their aggressive campaign to get everything they want, regardless of the majority, constitutionality, or if it does one damn thing for the common good. I’m certain my devote Anglican grandma would not recognize this violent, extremist right-wing version of faith and goodwill toward … Continue reading Learnings of An Optimistic Cynic GenXr For When This Cruel Ol’World Lets You Down
And They Said, “With Sorrow – We Dissent”
Linda had been exploring Grandmas vast array of magazines that she had laying about here and there, Life, National Geographic. Well, so I guess little Linda came across a word she didn’t know. Comes in with the magazine, opens it up, and says “mom, what’s Abortion?”. Continue reading And They Said, “With Sorrow – We Dissent”
Blessed Be The Care & Tending Of Plants When The World Is Too Much
#MyHealingPlace #BohoJungleVibes
Last spring, into summer, my collection grew, and grew, becoming my very own indoor jungle. Continue reading Blessed Be The Care & Tending Of Plants When The World Is Too Much
from the logos Of stardust
lingering in the air unseen forces declare confusion, delusion as I stare into the void standing still, unrequited indulging lust release, receive, breath elemental Taurus of love, beauty, stability temperance guide my hand and mind authenticity my karmic destiny and lunar ecliptic energies creative entanglements, illuminate a disturbance of trust, of the force of my will, my self, revealed to me severs connectivity of it, … Continue reading from the logos Of stardust
To Get Lost Is To Learn The Way
Wanted to talk to, er, write to you, mom for so long, but, honestly, it felt weird. Cause, ah, you know talking to one’s dead mom via one’s blog is sort of weird, right? Well, maybe too hoogy-moogy I guess for some. Yet, all the things I wrote, The Simple Man, Along That Crazy River, and such, really, they were to you. And, let me … Continue reading To Get Lost Is To Learn The Way
Yeah, So Who Gets To Come Through The Hedgerow?
Sitting out on the stoop earlier this afternoon, watching the village go by, as I distract myself from the panic attack I was having. Various cars pulling into the bank, only to find it closed, amuses me. Like some secret only I know, and have no way of warning them, nor would I, if I could. Watch as the little girl blows bubbles out front, … Continue reading Yeah, So Who Gets To Come Through The Hedgerow?
So, I Guess Lynyrds Off The List For Awhile
It happens so innocently, couple drinks on the porch with friends, the night gets chilly, you go inside, turn the music on. Hey, you say innocently, what you want to listen to? AC DC, they say. Ok. After a few songs, old rock songs, one thing leads to another, and they all start to say the same thing. One song after the other, all the … Continue reading So, I Guess Lynyrds Off The List For Awhile
Who Is Polly Unfurled?
I watch them. Their ways, their means, their choices, their habits. I watch their leaves turn to the light, see what they like, don’t like, watch their roots in glass vessels grow. Continue reading Who Is Polly Unfurled?
I Dream Of Ali
A malaise. A disenchantment. A depth without depth. Caitlin at Broadside blog recently penned an inspiring piece, citing a New York Times article, calling it… well… a languishing. It was like I was in dormancy (of which I know a thing or three, now, thanx to Ali and a tribe of Alocasia’s). Languishing is the neglected middle child of mental health. It’s the void between … Continue reading I Dream Of Ali
Tales Of A Hoosier
Things have stories, memories attached, bits of, scraps of, little pieces of our life. Of ancestors, voices from our past whisper, happy or sad, I love things that have a rich provenance. I suppose it grounds me, tea towel in the wind I once could be, or so mom always said. Continue reading Tales Of A Hoosier
The Taming Of The Hua Hua
Guess we are copacetic… small and snarlly when touched (well, in ways we find displeasing… which is most ways), but generally a pleasant companion. Continue reading The Taming Of The Hua Hua
by PaulaB 