I was thinking about generations yesterday as most of the country observed Martin Luther King Jr Day. My parents’ generation (and mine were on the younger side of it) – The greatest generation – born in the depression, fought and … Continue reading →
Today at lunch I wrote a poem about war and thought this is what it’s come to after all these years of killing. War again. That’s not the poem but it’s what I was thinking.
Someday, my friends, I will apologize for having filled my social media with scary news stories, abominations of the current world and calls to action, but today is not that day.
Donald Trump, the forty-fifth president of the United States is a terrorist. Continue reading →
Many many years ago, at some quilt-related something or other, this appeared amongst a set of blocks on display. It wasn’t originally crumpled. I think I did that as a gut reaction when it was brought to me. I may … Continue reading →
Nothing is so contagious as an example. We never do great or great evil without bringing about more of the same on the part of others.
