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“One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to […]

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Happy New Years 2018

As we leave behind 2017 and enter into the new year of 2018 we look toward a new time of renewal and look back on old memories of the past year and we reflect on what we can change to make the new year better than the last one.  We spend time thinking about the ones we have lost to death or who just are no longer in our lives for some other reason.  I like to think we remember them with kindness and reflect on how they changed and shaped our lives.

2017 hasn’t been all that bad but it wasn’t one of my best years between all of the shootings, political hoop, which person was better or worse, who lied the least or the most, or some other kind of stuff it all boils down to what is best for the country as a whole.  I’m not sure at this point any one person is right I think it is going to take the nation as a whole to come together to make things work out for the best or I feel we are doomed to repeat what we have always done in the past 200 some odd years.

As I look back on 2017 I know several things right off the bat that as a whole I am hoping I can carry over to 2018 and that is all of you in cyberspace who have been here even when I haven’t.  It has been a heck of a year for my writing it seems that all my words have kind of dried up for a while and it isn’t that I haven’t had anything to say it is that I just haven’t been able to get them down on paper correctly or the moment I look at the paper to write all the words that are inside my mind that I see go quiet and for a writer that is the worst feeling to have everything go quiet.  So the big thing for me in 2018 I hope that the words come back so I can start doing this again cause I really love telling a story or just writing a blog and interacting with all of you.   Another thing I know is that I want to take all my friends and family from 2017 to 2018 I think we are all in for a new adventure to which should be fun and different but still within the ream of not way out there.

Now I want to send a special shout out to my friend “murphysmission” I want to thank you for always listen to me during those nights when I was first new to Facebook and neither of us could sleep or maybe it was just we like the earlier hours when it was quiet on the internet and we shared a passion for writing and friendship with long chats in morning hours but it was nice and I did enjoy it.  So thanks do me it was fun and I will never forget.  I still owe you a painted porch  LOL and you owe me a cup of coffee and conversation.  LOL Who knows when that might happen but it will be fun to see won’t it my friend.  Love ya girl and thanks again.





With all the stuff that is going on in just the states alone we should be angry but in combination with all the things that is happening around the world we should be more than angry we should be ballistic.  People complain because the national statues are hurting their pride but they aren’t slaves maybe their ancestors were but they aren’t it is a part of their history just like it is a part of mine.   I don’t believe a bunch of Civil War statues of old Generals is hurting anyone.

I was also happy to see that the football players decided to stand for the flag this past Sunday and the reasoning for it doesn’t matter just that I agree that they should have a right to protest if they aren’t happy with something but not use there status as big wigs to do it.  Most Americans don’t have that big wig status to make a point so why should the one who do use it to make the same point.

Between Las Vegas which just happened on Sunday and all the other shootings around the country it has become an a major problem and I am praying that it stops before too much longer.  This last shooting in Las Vegas was well thought out cause how many times can he go out of your room and get all those guns back in his room without being seen unless he have thought it out.  He had a lot of weapons in his room.

We has Americans need to stop all the crap and quit worry so much about the statues, slavery issues which aren’t happening in this century, and start banding together as one nation under God and have one goal which is to love one another and take care of one another instead of killing each other or fighting each other.  That is all I can say.  Because it does no good to lecture anyone and nothing is solve by doing it either.


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There I am in the paper #37 — My thoughts on a page.

Another article from my column in the Irish Examiner’s Feelgood, featuring the seventh member of our house…the dog. Enjoy. (Oh and her name is not fluffball, she just didn’t give me permission to print her real name) I believe there are three types of people in the world, those who love cats, those who love […]

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The Story of an Owl, And Why I Am Afraid We Are Doomed.

Bless you Tom Demerly this is wonderful and sad at the same time. For owls are both wise and beautiful and for them to die like that in the street is so sad but he was not alone which was very good.


By Tom Demerly for

 It was like the beginning of a favorite new song. It began quietly, and you could barely hear it. The soft cooing of a distant sound, a trilling that seemed reassuring and comforting. The world was safe. Everything was all right. It was home and warm and nature surrounded our little neighborhood. I listened to it in bed, shushing my girlfriend with our heads on the pillows, “Listen!” I whispered. There was silence in the dark. Then the gentle spring breeze carried the rising song. “It’s an owl! Can you hear it?” She did. “That’s a good sign. They trap mice and are good for the environment and the neighborhood. He probably lives at the end of the block down by the park.”

We drifted off to sleep to his quiet, lilting song. It made for an easy transition to dreams of rolling, wooded…

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On Death…. and on Living

I have always loved your blog because you write what you want and I believe you will live you live as you chose as well. I am so sorry for all your losses and know that each loss is like losing a part of your family because they are a part of your family. Take care my friend and always live life on your terms and be better for it.

Dogpaddling Through Life

I’ve been thinking about death lately.

img_7997 It’s hard to believe they’re both gone, and yet life goes on.

Both June Buggie and Rumpy were sick, and I knew death was coming. Malachi, on the other hand, died suddenly.

I wonder what my death will be like… and when it will be. I’ve known my entire life that one day would be my last. But lately I’ve been closely in touch with my humanity.

One day Rumpy was here; the next he was gone. Same with June Buggie. Yet as much as I miss them, life has gone on. The same will happen when I die.

As I ponder the realities of death, I also think about my life. So much of my life has been spent either trying to fit in, or feeling bad about myself because I don’t. I am a square peg trying to fit into a round hole…

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