I haven’t used one much in my life. The wheelbarrow. It’s not like I have the need to move great piles of Earth to and fro. And I’ve never “offed” anyone and had to get rid of the body. But occasionally, I’ve pushed one around like a good grunt will. But for some reason, I […]

Pedestrians by Linda Stowe When I have a question, I want an answer. And more often than not, I’ll plant my flag on the first one that presents itself. Sometimes that works out, most times it does not. That’s because life is not black and white. One size does not fit all. When it’s not

“One Truth and One Lie” Day.   How about some fun? Play along if you want.   Here’s how it goes.   Share one truth and one lie about yourself. Then, let all the others gathered here guess which is the TRUTH.   “I’ve traveled to 10 different countries. I’ve never broken a bone.”  

I used to be a waitron. It was my second and third job each day. I did this because I needed the money. That being said, I relied on tips. Our wage was way less than minimum. So the tips were how we made our way. You can not judge a person on how they

If you are ever having a bad day, I am sorry for your troubles. Sometimes life is pleasant, cheery, amazing and wonderful. Other times it can be downright hard, hurtful, devastating. And then there are those days that seem like they are right out of a Kafka novel, or something. Weird. Take the story of

The things we don’t think about. There are a lot of them, I assure you. This is a big place in which we live. Take our very cool human bodies, for example. Heck, in you and in me, there are about 37 trillion cells. Each. Yes. T Now, that’s a lot of cells, all working

There you are.Wherever “there” might be. And you have an opportunity. You will be guaranteed an honest answer.So, what question would you ask and to whom? “”””””” “Curiosity is the wick in the candle of learning.” – William Arthur Ward “”””””” “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for

Some people, I’ll tell you.I really like some people. I never met the two ladies I’m going to talk about. They lived long before I came along. They were two sisters from London. Ida Cook, born in 1902, and Louise Cook, born August 24, 1904. Ida and Louise. As I said, I’ve never met them,