You remind me of my father, not in a good way.
You remind me of the ice that sets in when he makes a mistake; no flexibility, no desire to change. 95 more words
The end of a relatively quiet week that had some serious weather shifts (75 & sunny on Wednesday, snow & sleet on Thursday, cold rain today) has come and, not surprisingly, I’m catching up on a few things (who knew not working could take up so much time) – including writing a second #1000Speak post for this month since there was actually a social media related theme that I didn’t follow for my anniversary post. 95 more words
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“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.