We speak of inner peace as if it’s obtainable. With the exception of the loved and lost, it isn’t. One cannot rest at peace in this mad, mad world and still reside above it’s soil. M.S. McCown 2019
Good Bye and Good Luck!
I’m done. I’m washing my hands of the Republican Party. I’m saying goodbye to the media, the Democratic Party; to politics. I’m not sure what was envisioned when the parties we formed, but I doubt this is what they intended. Politics is a cesspool. We surround this wretched pond, waiting to see what floats to […]
And the hits keep comin…
Just a thought…
We opened the box…
The shower is my sanctuary. Its glass walls providing a steamy blackboard where the problems of the world are examined, tested and solved. My mind drifts wildly as the warm water pours across my shoulders, washing life’s drama into the basin, where I watch it splash and swirl before it flows into the drain. I […]
It’s time to “own” yesterday…
In the early 1900’s, George Santayana wrote, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” This aphorism is, arguably, one of the most important sentences ever written. It reminds us that history has an ugly habit of repeating itself. Today, we appear hellbent on removing anything from our history that might be […]
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