Light, Peace, and Miracles
It’s a habit that makes me smile most every morning. I smile even while the morning news blares the daily tales of […]
The Circle of Life, the Planet, the Solar System, and Beyond
All this magnificence everywhere, yet we find ways to desecrate the poor, the under privileged and less fortunate. Is this how human projectile shards shatter the inner sanctum of their circumferential beginning and seek to destroy as they develop?
Life & Toes in Drought
See this map? See the blood-red area of California along the coast? That’s where I live. It’s Exceptional-droughtland. And less than a year ago, our local community water providers left Pollyanna-land, and informed us citizens that there was a huge likelihood of our wells going dry by late 2014.
How Apples & Pennies Defeated Terrorism
But something went terribly wrong. On Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001, horror stuck America. I asked, “Should I cancel the fundraiser?” The resounding reply was, “No! If ever we needed to do something good, and enjoy our country’s harvest, we need a day in your orchard. Keep the event!”
A Moment in Time with A WWII Hero
For the short time I spent with Watson on Saturday, I’d call him a good person who draws crowds like a magnet—and that’s before they hear his incredible story of his willful determination as an 18-year-old on June 6, 1944.
Awakening a California Girl’s Spirit
The woodsy air born from the thousands of years old coast redwoods filled my lungs on a Sunday morning 45 years ago. My California girl’s spirit awakened. I took the first steps along a new path as nature whispered her song into my ears. Harmonic resonance beneath the aged ones, those sentries of the primeval forest, comforted and healed my wounds of the day. Though a pup in my personal timeline, I did “Seek ye counsel of the aged, for their eyes […]
An Inside Photo of Americans and Central American Kids
When I watched my fellow citizens torment the three stalled buses on a two-lane road, my maternal instincts questioned, “Don’t they know that there are children in those buses?”
From the Last Vestiges of America’s Middle Class
The free market, however, is, now, just another quaint and misused phrase funded by uber-billionaires that care-less for you, me, or the woman struggling to feed her family by making and selling popsicles after they took her job and sent it to Pakistan. She’s inconsequential, as are the men, women and children in Pakistan’s sweat factories earning poverty wages making stuff to sell in America and elsewhere.
To Dick Cheney From Jane the Little Guy
Dick Cheney recently told the media that his post-vice presidential vociferousness is because he is committed to helping the little guy. Dude, where have you been for the last eight years—or longer for that matter? I am the little guy. (Okay, I could stand to drop some pounds, but so can Dick.) Nonetheless, I am Jane the little guy. I’m Jane the little guy who was declined medical coverage because of a pre-existing condition that I never asked to bear. I am […]
The Muse Pallet 