It is not good for man to be alone…
For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother,
and be joined to his wife…
The Lesson? I’m still learning.
And is it me, or is it creepy when aging men (and women) eagerly wait for young girls to reach their eighteenth birthdays? It’s enough to make a person puke.
…be your highest and best selves by taking action to liberate your souls (even if you’re scared) to live in light and health. Remember, sometimes, the emperor has no clothes and you know it. Say it. In a perfect world, he’d be grateful, laugh and get dressed. In this world, you might inspire bravery and sanity in yourself and others (if you survive).
Laugh at the devil.
Where there is money.
Where there are young trusting girls.
Where there is death.
The pedophile says: don’t tell your mother.
The pedophile is driven by the need for power.
Remember there are two kinds of resignation – one motivated by despair and the other by unconquerable hope. Sometimes it’s best to serve bacon and eggs with a smile.
Fear is the friend
who’s misunderstood.
But I know the heart of life is good - John Mayer
I wonder…
What will we destroy next?
What will we create next?
It is winter. I will hibernate with peace. Join me?
Time goes by. It does not heal. I look forward to seeing you again someday where we will be young and innocent (and wise). The Fools will be long gone.
May summer find you skinny-dipping in the rain, reading in the sunshine, and remembering the words of Dan Zadra – worry is a misuse of imagination; and the words of Abraham Lincoln – truth is generally the best vindication against slander.
I once knew a woman who celebrated Easter, focusing on the Resurrection, with unusual zeal. I discovered why. But even those of us who are not fugitives, convicted felons, in need of new life, commit crimes against ourselves; others; the universe; and children, all of which deserve perfect Love.
It is spring. May you play in the rain, dance with the wind, enjoy the sun on your cheeks and, yes, discover new life. When spring turns to summer, I’ll write again and hope to find you well. I’ve become a seasonal blogger. Thanks for reading. XO.
From time to time I launch into a monologue I wrote a few months ago. Jake’s a good sport; he hears it a lot and always acts like he loves it. He’s such a smart dog (I am Food Girl II). Besides, some of you remember, if I’m in the kitchen I’m calling it cooking. xo. And, if I move to Des Moines,this could be my address.
I think she meant me. Let’s face it, writers like to sleep. Sleeping equals working. Dawdling equals working. Eating ice cream? Working.
Some believe writers should not be allowed to marry. Fine. These people were probably married to writers (or rejected by writers). Anna Quindlen’s husband said something like: can’t you get me a beer without writing about it? Her response was a 250-page tome.
I’m not going to marry her but it’s nice to know I could (in some states at least)(if she’d have me).
“Justine” with Cledus T. Judd whose hit “It’s a Great Day to be a Guy” was on airwaves daily back when I first created gg.
Was it a great day to be a guy? I don’t know. But it was a great day to be me. Once I finally relented and let myself like country music, I laughed and laughed. Thank you, Nashville.
During the original show, we played country music as house music. Curious actress, Christine Alexander, piped up, “Does gg like country?”
Yes, oddly, gg likes country – and it’s not only because many of her clients live in Nashville. It’s because, business aside, in private, among friends, she likes to throw her head back and laugh her ass off (but she doesn’t say “ass”). “Justine” does. Amen.
