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A nature conservationist

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Move it on over my dear man...I've got this

Comfortably numb

Today is the end of the old year, with the final observance of Samhain. So, I win this game because this is the end


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Therepists don't get it, and medication is like taking nyquil for a cold. WTH? Thanks for nothing Dr. Barry

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I agree there are probably more bankers, and a hella lot more white male politicians, but I doubt ALL of them are...I'd say, men and women in high places are the ones hurting us the most

She hides in plain sight A hint of melancholy on her face Once happy and free  She is now lost in the prison she's made in her mind Walls she has built with steel and stone She makes jokes and laughs Inside she is dying Her pain betrayed by a painted on smile Shame, pride, and humiliation in disguise "She dresses like a whore," she wanted it more "She went there alone," she deserved what...

Added 01 Nov 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 320 | 4 Comments

In 1986 when I was 23, my parents divorced and my mother, brother, sister and I moved to the city of Fontana which was about 30 miles from where I grew up.  We were really struggling just to keep the lights on in those days, so I began to work full time at a Jack in the Box, about five miles from our home.  I couldn't afford a car, so I had to walk to and from work, along two roads that...

Added 29 Jan 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 611 | 5 Comments

It's quiet, is somebody there? Is anyone beneath my stairs?   Snow is falling Winter is here Is that St. Nicholas That I hear?   A Little elf invades My home May perhaps   He's just a gnome?   He creeps around While I'm asleep If he gives What does he keep?   Nothing is ever given free I wonder what The trade must be?   He gives me gifts And I give back A covert...

Added 30 Nov 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 400 | 9 Comments

Twenty-four hours previously ooOoo “Good day, sunshine,” Pete sang the Beatles song to Tara in a slight whisper, gently waking her up in the late hours of the morning. The marine layer kept the beach city overcast, and the breeze of the cool September air felt good on her tired body. “Hey beautiful,” he said softly, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Eggs, bacon, toast or yogurt?”...

Added 11 Feb 2016 | Category Romance | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 616 | 2 Comments

It was his birthday, but not even the sunshine of a beautiful day could cheer Pete up. Thirty-three years old and still single, he was re-evaluating his life choices and mourning opportunities that he had sadly let slip by. Of all his failures, he knew that nothing was worse than losing his high school sweetheart. She was tall and slim, a delicate beauty with blue eyes, brown hair and a...

Added 05 Feb 2016 | Category Romance | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 627 | 4 Comments

Journal Entry Number One _______________________________________________ I didn't even realize that I was feeling so lonely. Anita and I have 3 kids whom absolutely I adore. Kelly, our oldest is entering the sixth grade this year for her first year of middle school. Our middle child, Jack, he's eight. He's pretty much the stereotypical middle child; not to say he is hard to get...

Added 19 Nov 2015 | Category Supernatural | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,161 | 6 Comments

I miss you in the dead of night the soulmate that I'll never know I miss you in the morning light the love that I can never show I've waited and I've stopped to look a secret, an unfinished book a whisper in somebody's ear the thought, the overwhelming fear what could have happened,  why did you go? someday I would have loved you so If I could, I'd make you warm, and simply hold...

Added 17 Nov 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 634 | 6 Comments

If I let myself, I can remember everything about that morning. It's a very painful thing to look back on, but every year on the anniversary of this day, we will always be reminded of the brutal attack that killed so many unsuspecting Americans. It was a Tuesday morning, and it was supposed to be my day off, but that soon changed. My mom and I had planned to go to my sister Margaret’s...

Added 16 Nov 2015 | Category Memoirs | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 564 | 4 Comments