I know many of you have grown up in this digital age, where everything is available online, on your phone, or on your tablet. And I will admit, it can be extremely convenient when doing research, especially thinking back to all the hours I spent in the library before this digital age. College papers would have been so much easier if I could have researched them online.
Have you ever just had one of those days? One of those days that starts off badly and simply won’t turn itself around? Yeah?
To all the world around, she presents herself as a young woman, with a family to raise, a garden to tend, and a household to run. As she makes her way through our world, the very young, the old, the weak, and the weary flock to her, all hoping for the blessing she will bestow. Plants around her flourish and the whole world seems brighter when she is near. She is a friend to all life and seeks to heal and preserve it whenever she can.
Many of you will know this feeling. The feeling of belonging somewhere. For many, it is their hometown, the place they grew up, went to school, made friends, and came back to.
Roe vs. Wade. A touchy subject just now. But it was also a touchy subject back when it all started in 1973, this question of abortion.
That was the question. “Gram, what’s different now from when you were a kid?” asked the ten year old grandson. Thinking back, I remember asking my dad and my grandfather the same question. It seems inconceivable that things haven’t always been as they are now.
Disclaimer: I am not now, nor have I ever been involved in the stock exchange, the world of high finance, or Wall Street. So anything said here should be taken with a grain of salt as my personal opinion. This is not meant to be a tutorial, a recommendation, or advice about anything at all.
Let me say right up front that I may not be the brightest bulb in the hallway, just so we’re all clear. I’m not claiming to be an expert in anything, all right? Just your average American woman recently diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. Since I grew up with several diabetics in the family, I thought I knew a few things about this condition.
The door thudded closed behind her as she entered the large, dimly lit storage space. Empty but for one large crate or box in the center of the floor, there was an eerie feeling about the place which made her shiver.
The writer’s mind can be a bit weird. You get some wacky idea stuck in your head and then start imagining scenes or other ideas from there. Questions come to mind.
Chrissy had finally reached rock bottom. There was no place lower than where she was today. She'd lost her job some time ago, and her unemployment had run out. She'd lost her car because she couldn't make the payments. Same thing with her apartment.
DEA agent Shane Shadowstalker cursed and slammed the heel of his hand against the steering wheel of his Ford F-150 in frustration. It would just figure that traffic would be backed up all the way through town on the night he had an appointment with his informant. Running his fingers through his straight black hair, his stormy gray eyes looked for a break in traffic while he tried to come up with a workable plan.
Each of your chakras, or concentrated energy points in your body, have frequencies and vibrations, that when opened, bring us closer to spirituality and our essence.
It wasn’t customary to have the Sheriff’s office as busy as it was that Wednesday evening, at best it was usually the man himself with a few drop-ins of his deputy and a few drunks they kept in a cell overnight, but these were hard times and in these hard times something needed to be done, a change needed to occur in the Northeast and in New England. It was just that none of the men of the law knew the edge of the world started in Newcomb, New York in the office of Sheriff Bruce Hemmitt.
He didn’t care about Valentine’s Day. He really hated it, actually. He took the approach of the character, Becker, when it came to love, remembering the line from the show: