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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
This had some hard lessons in it that we can learn from today.
She hated her red hair and freckles. She referred to her description as “hair and bones.” Funny, I had a girlfriend a long time ago that referred to herself the same way. Maybe she got that description from the book.
I never read “Anne of Green Gables,” written by L. W. Montgomery, as a child and should have. I don’t know if the series on Netflix “Anne with an E” did it any justice at all so I can’t judge, but what a story!
The setting was the late 1800’s to 1905, with all the white, male and female, oppression…
How talking on the phone while walking resembles answering voices in your head. Can’t get used to it.
Used to be, there were no cellphones, no Blue-tooth. Anyone talking out loud while walking was a sign they were hallucinating and talking to voices otherwise known as “crazy”. All the new technology. It is quite amazing.
“The very first truly wireless earphones were made by a Japanese company named Onkyo in the year 2015. They made their first pair and launched it in September 2015, they called it “Onkyo W800BT”.”
“The world’s first “true wireless” in-ear headphones have been unveiled at the IFA technology show in Berlin, by Japanese consumer electronics manufacturer Onkyo. …
Jo Ann Harris
Multiple genre writer. I write for Dead Poets Live, TMI , Illumination and others. Honesty & integrity count. Editor for Wreader. Freelance writer.
