How abuse starts.
Some people are just abusive but I think it can be learned as well. It may be called something else like “play,” “learning,” or “adventure.” It is in our nature to poke to see how something will react. As children we are either corrected or not. If not then it grows and grows. The person keeps poking and poking and doesn’t ever stop. Controlling bugs, torturing and killing them starts the process and brings out happiness and power to the abuser.
Something in me, a knowing, tells me this is truth.
It goes from having dogs, cats, turtles, snakes, horses and getting them to bend to your will to doing the same with people. Controlling others is a big bump to the abusers self-worth. …
Eggs and spinach
There is nothing more enjoyable for me than to feed my body really good food. I feel it is necessary at this time and at my age. Recently, I got tired of eating bread so much. Since the pandemic, we eat a lot of sandwiches. Ugg!
This morning I decided I was not going to do that anymore and made something different. It is called “My Morning Joy.” It is quick and easy and very tasty.
When you find out what it is, you can add other ingredients if you like, which would probably make it better. …
The fears of the future are coming to pass.
Services and basic needs are dwindling. Have you noticed?
Services that you have depended on in the past are slowly decaying. Social services are getting harder to receive. There are less and less actual people running these services, only computers, A.I., as you follow telephone prompts when you call to complain or get some information or help.
I personally have had such things happen. For the last year, I have not been able to get a certain benefit from my insurance through Medicare. It’s free but I can’t get it. I have tried and tried through calling, chatting, and following their directions, but I get to a place and can’t go any further. …
A lot to think about.
I read this article today and it scared me to death.
Basically, it says that since we are a capitalistic country and not a more social country we are not going to make it out of the pandemic and our society is in for a bad, bad future. I am not saying we should be a socialist society, but need to be more aware of how one thing effects another thing when it comes to a group dynamic.
It is every man for himself. Instead of helping others and keeping families together and not throwing them out when they become “of age” but helping family members do better generation to generation. It is very difficult living here in the U.S. …
The Thrill of It All
I can’t describe the feeling.
It feels like healing.
When we are together
I can feel a ball of fire
hovering above us, engulfing us.
We only have to embrace to have the flow.
Can you feel it? Such a glow.
We are older now
but the thrill is Wow!
The thrill of you
is so imposing.
Exposing, enclosing us
in the moment of bliss.
I hope this lasts,
such a change from experiences past.
I see you in this light,
so bright,
when my heart takes flight
into wonderland.
I hope you like the above as well.
Jo Ann Harris is an author, parent, book devotee, writer, copywriter, and film fanatic. She is an autodidact who learns about everything on her own. She grew up and worked in Atlanta, Georgia and lived there sixty years. She writes articles about love, hope, personal life stories, advice and poems. She is a published author with an article in Woman’s World magazine in October, 2017. She recently published two books on Kindle, “16 Poems About Absolutely Nothing” and “ Ignorance is Bliss — Eighteen Years of Abuse and Denial in Poetry Form.” …
A little girl’s true story.
When I was a little girl of eight I shared a bedroom and slept with my younger sister who was six. That was when we could tolerate each other for more than a minute. She just passed at the beginning of this year so I feel regret that I did not know her better.
My mom put up pretty, long, billowy curtains on our window which had tiny yellow flowers on them. They were pretty and since the sun came through those windows all day they were bright and cheerful. She also decided to add a store mannequin that was made of straw and sat on an upside-down, tall, skinny, bushel basket. …
Two men walk into a . . .
They notice it to be really dark with subtle lighting. They sit down at the bar and order beer from the bartender who is a really big dude.
The men had traveled a long way and were thirsty and tired so they didn’t notice any oddities right away.
They had been fighting with the “Eaters” for a long time and they could only see that in their vision right now. It had been ingrained into their brains. It was so embedded they were not conscious of anything else right away.
They moved to a table and both ordered another beer so they could relax a bit more. They started talking about what had happened in the world and came to the ultimate conclusion that this place was not supposed to be here. That’s when they panicked a bit and became more aware of their weapons and their “spidey” sense was tingling. …
Was it me? Or Was it a dream?
The girl was feeling like she should hide something but she was not sure what. Something was wrong. Was it a murder or was some thing killed off or abandoned?
Each day the man would come to look to see if he could find anything and each day there was nothing to find. And each day she would think dreaded thoughts that he would find something, some remnants of it. This went on for months but nothing was found.
The girl made the spot or thought or area cleaner and cleaner, until it was so clean, there was no sign that anything was wrong. …
How a drug lord grew a country.
Imagine . . .
You look out your window, past the gardener, who is busily planting beautiful flowers and bushes. Lemon, cherry and fig trees abound amidst the splendor of gardenias, hibiscus, and hollyhocks.
The sky is blue. The sea is blue and sparkling with sunlight. Dolphins jump out of the water periodically.
You notice a lot of folks at the beach enjoying the beautiful day. You can hear the children laughing and having a good time.
A gentle breeze comes drifting in from the ocean, clean and refreshing, as your maid brings you breakfast.
You think you may have died and gone to heaven, but no this paradise is real and affordable. …
Safety, security, refuge, or what?
I came from a large family, counting Mom and Dad, ten. In the 1950’s it was easier to move and feel safe. I am talking about people that rent a house, not the folks that buy their homes. You did not need 1st, last, and security deposit to move it. Sometimes, it was about how many children you had and whether the owner cared about the property or not. I remember living in many places when I was small especially before I was twelve. Six homes come to mind as I write this. After we moved in my Mom always had a garden either of tomatoes, corn, etc. or flowers. …
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