Community and Life

Avian Antics in a Troubled World

Busty orange breasts take presence in the courtyard, wiry feet cling to a copper rim precariously balancing the full weight of each robin fat from a harvest of worms rising from the damp soil. Like birds on a see-saw, each one dips its amber beak into the copper vessel outside my morning window. White spotted orange and black towhees, hop about and scrape the soil in hunt of seed, a berry dropped by another bird in flight above; or an ant, or []

Cray Cray It Is. But Don’t Crow

This post is directed to those of us who just want to crow and crow loud. Yes, a bit of crowing feels good—but it is exactly way the disruptors have behaved for too many years. Let us not follow that muddy path.

Corporate Wealth vs Americans’ Health

I understand how corporations are mandated by law to bring profit to shareholders. Fair enough. But at the well-being of humanity? This, in my opinion is where our leadership shows no sign of moral judgement unless it is for profit. 

A Stormy Change

The world changes of 2019 are no better than in 1967. There are leaders without compassion, ethics or foundational morality.  Power and greed are the key words affiliated with a growing handful of leaders around the planet. Followers cheer these leaders on, while others cry foul. How does this happen? I suppose the answer lies somewhere within the same reasons for a 1967 power grab and the people who asked for nothing more than a warm home in the winter, a full pantry, and reasons to give gratitude each morning. 

Gonna Shoot for the Moon

Nature can be magnificent any time of day or night.  We are each interconnected with every bit of it and I think that’s why we yank out the cell phone camera for every hyped-up full moon.

Oops! Back in Chemo Again

But by this June, the bad boy tumor grew back from its reduced 6 cm to 8 cm. In other words, my continued digestive discomfort was not from a stuck camera capsule. Actually, the CT scan showed that the capsule had left my system. 

Stand above Tribalism

Kindness and quiet acceptance left the polite room. Ridicule, name calling, vile memes, and accusations based on anything but rational thinking has found and magnified its voice as it prefers to shriek and howl into a reverberating hallow chamber.

Wise Words Remain Ageless

The book lived in a King Edward cigar box stuffed with a tiny prayer book for Catholic sailors during World War II, and a black beaded rosary. Wrapped in tissue, a broken statue of Mary in her blue and white robes remains where cigars were once offered. A smattering of black and white photos with tropical backgrounds and sailors in white shirts and dark pants have notes written in pencil on the yellowing backs, “This is the line to the latrine!!” and “Here we are waiting for tonight’s special meal — Spam. Oh Brother!”