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.
It feels like the shot is giving us a time-out rather than a cure. Something impermanent and vague.
When the flag once again becomes a symbol of hope and promise for all, it will really become a symbol of America.