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Leaving this area that I have called home these (approximately) 29 years will have its frustrations, setbacks, sadness, challenges, and blessings.

Though I had a successful career here I never felt, in my heart, that I was welcome here. Understood here. And the overwhelming wealth, political actions, intrinsic governmental agencies, etc. are never understood unless you live here. Unless you work…

Heroes come in all shapes, sizes, colors, backgrounds, psyche, etc.

I have had several heroes in my life as well as well known individuals whose works, and/or beliefs, are my heroes as well.

What is my definition of a public hero? It is someone who is imperfect but battles for the rights of others and for changes that will benefit many throughout time.

What is my definition of a hero? Someone who…

When two weeks = 11 November 2018

My baby girl it’s been quite a while

Though when I think of you I always smile

  I see your little face so much of your mother and me

My beautiful little girl…amazing to me

  In a few weeks you will turn eleven

My little angel God sent from heaven

  I know you are smart, funny, pretty, wholly unique

From your little laugh to your face to your cheeks

  I keep you  in my prayers, thoughts, and more

There is an old adage along the lines of “from the mouth of babes”. This old saying is applicable for humor, brutal honesty, intellect, and verbalizing emotions as is the case with this blog post.

I was shown a few sentences that went directly from my eyes into my heart. It was a well thought out, powerful, and beautiful piece of writing. I was inspired as when you come across truth, real truth,…

Thinking of my little girl…

I love my little girl

I love my sons

I say this knowing that I have done things wrong. I have made decisions I wish I never had. I did things I’m forever sorrowful of. I fell victim to not being aggressive enough in my health care and that includes physical, mental, and emotional. But I can say that each and everyday of my life I tried. I provided as best I could.

While I am thinking of my…

I haven’t been able to shake this memory going on for two days. It is not that the memory is an unhappy one and I can only explain it as a type of grief. A longing. A missing. A desire to make things right among other things.

It’s been over two decades now since I last saw the man whose memory I, in part, now share. He was a fine man. He raised two good sons and a good daughter. He had a family…

Man I’m old ( July 6, 2017 edition)

They say a “picture tells a thousand words” but after waking up and looking into the mirror this morning the only words that come to mind were x-rated (I don’t normally curse but hey we all have our days). Was it the semi-mussed hair? Was it the one day stubble? Was it the beauty of finding yet another gray hair? Was it the shirt I sweated through hours before (thanks thyroid cancer)? Or was it…