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…
A Ghost Story
What is happening?
Jane was going about her day wondering what she would do on this beautiful day since she was retired and did not have to answer to anyone. It was a wonderful feeling to do what she wanted after being stuck in corporate America for fifty years. Fifty Years! People were always telling her what to do. Fifty years! She was happy to not have to have that anymore.
She lived in a small rented condo or villa, in a 55+ community, along with her twin sons that are twenty-five. Usually she would visit the recreation center and roam the free…
The “old timer” is young again. How often can you say that about a product?
Various pieces and parts and a conglomeration of it. That’s my description so I cooked it with potatoes and seasonings. Fried it altogether. Pretty good! I have not eaten this in thirty or forty years and thought I would look at it again since I am a better cook now than I was then. Pretty “melt in your mouth” good. It’s better than hot dogs and cheaper than a pound of bacon which to me is becoming outrageous. Fry it up crisp, by itself, or add a vegetable to it. I use “Adobo” seasoning on practically everything so I added…
Jo Ann Harris
Multiple genre writer. I write for Dead Poets Live, TMI , Illumination and others. Honesty & integrity count. Editor for Wreader. Freelance writer.
