Born A Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah One of my favorite late night comedy talk shows is The Daily Show and I adore Trevor Noah. His style and sense of humor can lift my spirit and make me laugh even after the worse day. I expected some of the same… Continue reading Born A Crime
When ink is not enough to ease the worried mind the soul bleeds until the paper is red. Colored with anger drenched inside with feelings of misery and dread. Disillusioned and conned for... all that it's worth, and, not given a dime. The words are there for proof, and confirm the malice in time. The… Continue reading Fear
Old woman close your eyes. Do not look and try not to cry, as they rationalize.. Your right to work, Your right to vote, Your right to choose Your right to say no! Your right to fight. We've sat on juries and heard both sides. It may be over looked but not always our right. Until 1971 a… Continue reading I Am an Old Woman
Perhaps it is time to give lady liberty back? With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" When my ancestors made their way to… Continue reading EXODUS
It is the eve of election day and tonight is intense going over the idea of how things might be after tomorrow. When this song came across my feed it really hit close to home for me. The words resonate to the highest with what I have been feeling lately. Maybe it will touch base with… Continue reading America
I am numb where patriotism is concerned and I hope this feeling subsides. For awhile I stopped expressing my opinion about the election. Of course I've known all along I live among conservatives. However, I guess I really did not understand the severity of standing up and speaking out for human rights. In my mind's eye, I… Continue reading Paint Your Patriotism
The ugliness of the world feels as if it is swallowing us up. Those around me seem to all have different opinions as to what that truly is. Maybe that is where it grows strength, in keeping incognito and not being known for its origin or how to deal with it. A level of hatred is being manifested… Continue reading I Am Afraid.
