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It’s breaking my heart that my belief and faith in the American people is beginning a long, slow collapse. I deeply do not want to spend the last quarter of my life in a collapsed nation.
» Posted By Chana On 08.27.2016 @ 12:10 pm
They keep talking about the middle class but with the huge amount of people living in poverty these days the middle class is rising. and that isn’t right. It’s like the polar ice caps melting and making the seas rise. That isn’t heling the water shortage.
» Posted By Chana On 07.31.2016 @ 6:10 pm
I wonder what the exchange rate for life itself. We have to live in the world and there are certain things we must trade off in order to live here. For example…we can’t just yell at the sky because it’s gray and not blue today. I often wonder if we exchange our emotions for civility…and I’m glad we do.
» Posted By Chana On 11.27.2015 @ 9:39 am
Politicians are always so apologetic. But there is a difference between apologizing and being apologetic. To truly apologize you must go to the person you injured, speak specifically about how you hurt them and then never do it again.
» Posted By Chana On 10.06.2014 @ 2:03 pm
“Give me these tired, these poor, these huddled masses, yearning to breathe free…….But only if you are NOT a child or an immigrant from Latin America….because we are Americans and we can’t let just anyone in”…. so said the latest presidential hopeful hop-skipping through Texas.
“But Rick,” said his campaign manager a bit plaintively, “I’m afraid you’re going to sound like a bit of a jerk!”
» Posted By Chana On 07.20.2014 @ 6:07 pm
and the Family Stone….he was a sly old dog, that’s for sure. I loved him, but he really did think he was a rock star…and he wasn’t. But he had adopted the nickname Sly back in the day and he was sticking to it. The things we do for love.
» Posted By Chana On 06.04.2014 @ 3:47 pm
oh these mortal coils….coils of wire littering the vacant lot.
are curls the same as coils.
snakes coil don’t they
i say the coil of wire outside in the bushes. The electrician had been working all day
» Posted By Chana On 05.21.2014 @ 6:22 pm
The Bureau of Internal Revenue….it sounds so officious…so full of themselves.
But when you meet the folks that work there, they could be your neighbor. Perhaps a cranky neighbor, but still just like you.
» Posted By Chana On 01.05.2014 @ 3:09 pm
I always remember childhood Thanksgivings….Poppo sitting in this big ole chair and I’m 6 or 7. The game is that Mom wants me to help clear the table or put my toys up or something. And Poppo says…”run over here and get on the ‘safe’ side!”
» Posted By Chana On 11.28.2013 @ 2:23 pm
‘It’s unthinkable’…..how can you say that?
….I’m thinking about it right now.
“Don’t think about orange!’ you said.
So now, I think the unthinkable–and it is orange!
» Posted By Chana On 11.27.2013 @ 10:15 pm
Sometimes I think the whole world has been overcooked. We’ve steeped in hatred and pollution and arrogance for so long that I think all the vitamins have been cooked out.
» Posted By Chana On 10.26.2013 @ 10:03 am
We seem to blame genetics for everything that goes wrong….and take credit for whatever blessings genetics gives us…even though we’ve done nothing to earn it. A little responsibility please!
» Posted By Chana On 10.24.2013 @ 3:13 pm
It’s time to flee….the storm is in the Gulf and it’s headed to the MIssissippi coast. We’ve done this before…Flee for your life! The storm is coming! We pack up the animals, and we go!
» Posted By Chana On 10.21.2013 @ 12:50 pm
It’s time to flee….the storm is in the Gulf and it’s headed to the MIssissippi coast. We’ve done this before…Flee for your life! The storm is coming! We pack up the animals, and
» Posted By Chana On 10.21.2013 @ 12:48 pm
The envelope was hand addressed, smeared with either blood or chocolate and stamped in the bottom corner with a Chinese character. I didn’t want to open it.
» Posted By Chana On 10.14.2013 @ 8:39 pm
It was just one of those easy going days…..at least that’s what she thought when she started out. But that was before the phone rang. Then everything changed–and it wasn’t for the best.
» Posted By Chana On 10.10.2013 @ 7:24 pm
Wouldn’t it be easy if we could just rewrite our life…the way we can rewrite this sentence. But that’s not such a good idea. If I tried to rewrite my life, what would I change? Everything that has happened, good and bad, has been what has brought me to this moment of happiness and joy. Even the rough spots have added even more joy to my life ultimately. I think I’ll just rewrite my ….what?
» Posted By Chana On 10.10.2013 @ 9:58 am
You never want to be the rebound date. That’s what worries me about our new rabbi. Is there such a thing as a rebound rabbi? Is this the one?
» Posted By Chana On 09.12.2013 @ 5:50 pm
Oh, I didn’t want it to be bluegrass. I’ve thought about blue grass way too many times. I think I really have to move on now. Maybe to some “outside” jazz.
Smooth Jazz is not for this girl.
» Posted By Chana On 09.07.2013 @ 8:21 pm
Blue grass music just has to be some of the happiest music in the world. I used to be a snob about it but then I moved to the part of the world where this music just oozes up from the ground and makes your feet move around. The fiddlers are kind of cute too.
» Posted By Chana On 09.07.2013 @ 8:17 pm
what a horrible way to feel. Like you aren’t needed. Like your input doesn’t matter. Like even if you can justify yourself, no one cares. what a terrible thing to do to a person. “you’re dismissed”–the phrase has profound negative effects.
» Posted By Chana On 03.09.2012 @ 2:16 pm
cold dripping and wonderous. magical and beautiful, sculptural and ethereal. nature’s beauty, G-d’s creation. delicate, whimsical and stunning.
» Posted By chana On 11.12.2011 @ 4:18 pm
what did it mean to him? it meant horror and excitement, beauty and betrayal. it meant sleepless nights and endless daydreams, swaying benches and running brooks. it meant dire stress and emotional alarm, happiness and desolation. it meant hope.
» Posted By Chana On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
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it’s great to wade in the puddle. so what if it’s winter? Who says it’s only for ducks? I made sure to go around the corner, so why does my mother always find out?
» Posted By chana On 05.19.2008 @ 5:25 am