This, a day when history meets popular phrases.July 7, throughout our past. “Better late than never?” I think this is not always the case. We can go back to the year 1456 for proof of this. A retrial verdict acquitted Joan of Arc of heresy. This came 25 years after her death when she was […]
When the words meet up with the date, respectfully. Read More »
Some people scoff at science. They say this: “One day, scientists say one thing, and the next thing, they say another. You can’t believe any of them.” It is called — wait for it — — DISCOVERY. Yes. That is how science works. We humans find something in our world or beyond that is unknown.
How not to stick a stick of dynamite, science wise. Read More »
Everything is always passing by. Nothing is permanent. We are in a constant state of change. Constant. I may seem like me. To you. At parties, someone might slap me on the back, raise a drink to the others standing in that circle, and say, “Oh Polly? Heck, I’ve known Polly for years.” But that
It is all in the mix, for now, and then. Read More »
July 4. Fourth of July. Independence Day. Any way you slice it, there it is. The day that the United States of America declared independence from England. That King George III. It was signed by representatives from 13 states. That’s all the states we had back then. This statement, this declaration was adopted by the
These truths, we hold. Or do we? Read More »
Here, on Planet Earth, we used to have a bird, called the Great Auk. Yes, we did. It looked an awful lot like a penguin. In fact, if I saw one today, I might even say, “Wow Karen. That has to be some sort of penguin.” But I can’t say that today. The Great Auk
What we didn’t know then, we should know by now. Read More »
Once, in a land of rolling hill (just one) and wide-open spaces with rushing streams (actually, a small creek) there lived a toad named Walter. Walter was much like any other toad, in that he liked to sit on the back porch at night, and catch unsuspecting bugs with the flip of his tongue, a
A friend like Walter. I toad you he was fine as frog’s hair. Read More »
Seven has always kind of been my number. The favorite one from all the other numbers. I suppose a lot of it has to do with the fact that I am the seventh born child in our family. Out of the womb with the number seven stamped on my butt. Sometimes, mom would even refer
When the seven begins with a one, and then some. Read More »