Their prejudice runs deep and primordial—its etiology in our genetic history stretching back to pre-historic times. I’m not surprised and not optimistic, unless our national leaders can stop pretending they know who the enemy is and address the real problem—us.
Like Alice, I’ve lost my “muchiness,” and I need to get it back.
The entry fee into this community was not money; it was TRUST.
I found a route home that avoided the humongous trucks and reckless lane jumpers on the interstate, picked up some pre-made mashed potatoes at a convenience store for comfort, and arrived home hungry, tired, and looking forward to my next day at the office.
Legislators can make all the voting restrictions they want, but in the end, it is up to each of us to get to the polls and cast our ballots.
I Googled “new job jitters.” About 5,080,000 results (0.89 seconds) populated my computer screen.
“The World is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion.”
So I wonder, amidst all this life in bloom: will I be an annual or a perennial?
Real life demands real hands-on purpose. I hope that I am transitioning from one very fulfilling job to another.
So I try to live my fullest every day, to ease those I know “in transition” while I can, and comfort those whom they leave behind. I celebrate their lives and cherish their memories.