I'm a 49 year old dude that likes to garden and write.
In the summer of eighty-two, Janice McCain was stricken with an infection that almost cost the nine-year-old her life. The bacterial assault ravaged both organ and limb, blackened three of her fingertips, and came close to costing her an ear. For twenty-two days, Janice hovered in the region between life and death while parents and doctor wondered if she would survive. On the twenty third day, a turning point in the medical war for the young girl’s soul drifted on the path towards the living. There would be days of tension filled panic but slowly, day by day, Janice got better and after seven weeks of hell the little girl woke up and gave those in the room a smile.
A Broken Piece of Cake
My wife’s chocolate cake awaits inside upon the dining room table. The wafty scent has long been an established greeting for me at our entrance door. It is my sweet reward for a week of traveling mind numbing sales work. There is a deeper-seated unstated missive connected with the fresh baked morsel. A message that I am loved, appreciated, and deeply missed while I am away. It has always been and always will be my wife’s ‘Welcome Home’ gift to me.
The beginnings of the Democratic National Workers Party can be traced to May 2013 when the United States Executive Administration systematically waged war on those Journalists it deemed a threat and silenced them without even a whimper of protest from the National Press that hired them. Before then, the Press had been an extension of the Political Parties providing their own form of propaganda and misinformation. 2013 though, was the turning point when the National Press went from being a messenger to an active participant in the direction the United States was to head. The cost was only a few Journalists careers, their lives, and their ethics.