#WATWB: There’s a First for Everything

For the September edition of We are the World Blogfest, I am focusing in on a cyclist who has become the first tribally recognized Native North American to participate in the Tour de France, a multiple stage bike race, which was held from August 29 to September 20, 2020. The modern-day edition of the Tour de France consists of 21 day-long segments (stages) over a 23-day period and cover around 3,500 kilometers (2,200 mi), an average of about 167 kilometersRead more

Go Away

I see, said he. What do you want of me? To play in my tree? To speak softly with glee? To be in my face rather than feeding me? I have an answer to all You, human, are my devotee   What shall I make of this? Your camera bliss You have run amiss with your misplaced hubris You created a crisis A supreme antithesis of sleep and rhyme I shall need psychoanalysis whatever the $%#@*&% that is To endRead more

Smoky Goodness

I’m revisiting a very savory subject matter and a bacon post from 2014. Natasha and I used to have a hearty appetite for the flat, crispy strips of pork. We would drive over an hour north to buy the good stuff on sale, as if we were rendezvousing with a nefarious swine dealer. But then our eating habits changed in the name of better health and we both cut back on red meats. Fast forward to April 4, 2020. NatashaRead more

Fifty-Five Years Later

Originally posted on Mary J Melange:
He had a dream. “I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” Here we are, fifty-five years later. While there have been advancements in civil rights since Martin Luther King Jr’s famous speech in 1963, our country remains embroiled in the bigotry of non-acceptance. Not by all of its…

Fifty-Five Years Later

He had a dream. “I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” Here we are, fifty-five years later. While there have been advancements in civil rights since Martin Luther King Jr’s famous speech in 1963, our country remains embroiled in the bigotry of non-acceptance. Not by all of its people and I sincerely pray notRead more

SOCs: Yard of Wishes

They wish upon a star They could be in out in the yard Furry beasts, hunters, finding prey They wish upon hope The yard, with its long, green scope Crouching, hunching, waiting for prey They wish for that glorious day When they are granted a way To sneakily catch its squeaking prey They wish in their sleep In their dreams so deep To be in the grassy yard with their prey Hunting, crouching, stalking, lurking, sneaking, jumping They wish TheyRead more

All the People

“And the world will live as one.” John Lennon imagined. He dreamed. Nothing to kill or die for. No need for greed or hunger. All the people. Living life in peace. This post has been brought to you by John Lennon’s imagination, Pentatonix and Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. Click HERE to see additional one-liners in the comment section. Feel free to play along by posting your own one-liner and linking your post to Linda’s.   I’m adding a plug forRead more

Pauline’s Dream Revised

Back in August, 2014, I wrote a poem called Pauline’s Dream. You can read it HERE. For the Day 5 poetry challenge of Fog/Elegy/Metaphor, I chose to rewrite this poem and the words, but tell the same story. For those of you who are not regular readers, my mom is 95 and suffers from the effects of dementia. When Ben suggested fog as a mental state, this was a natural response. This is the place of my dreams, but itRead more

Dreamy Gaze

A dreamy gaze falls upon my face. It’s the 9th of October. The sky is the brightest baby blue and the sun’s rays send sparkles across the water. I have landed in a dreamy place. The lunchtime walk across the highway to the trestle bridge was a fabulous idea. There is one other person behind me. I have this place mostly to myself. It is unlike summer, the quiet creates a calm that defies one’s stress. I want to sit, toRead more

Pauline’s Dream

In my dreams, I envision a place. This is the place of my dreams, but it is not I do not want to be here, in the countryside Green pastures are of no use to me My dreams they are of family Wanting to be with family Walking barefoot through the garden Watching the men spread asphalt in the alley The smell of wine coming from the basement The smell of a German mother’s cooking emanating from the kitchen MyRead more

The Helium Chronicles

Let’s think beyond a single post written with a single focus, and lean toward the “weekly” part of “weekly writing challenge”: you’ll start your post today, but revisit and add to it over the next several days. MONDAY The sound of “helium” escapes from a Motorola cell phone. It’s a pleasant sound (in theory), one that manages to awaken a sleeping subject. This morning, at the start of the dreck that is called Monday, I dread helium as it officially signalsRead more