Just Say No Part 2

Police are shaking things up a bit in places besides Denver. In Western Washington, holiday emphasis patrols involve police peeking in shoppers’ cars at local malls, looking to see if any criminal enticement fodder is visible. In Miami, the police started Operation Miami Shield yesterday. The goal for Miami Shield: “… to avoid routine, and [...]

Just Say No

On the 3rd of November, I wrote about re-educating myself on mindless obedience. An essay by Debra Anne Davis, titled “Betrayed by the Angel…,” encouraged me to challenge my own engrained angel, for my own sake and to be a role model for my kids.
Claire Wolfe featured a different Deb Davis on her blog November [...]

Just Say No

On the 3rd of November, I wrote about re-educating myself on mindless obedience. An essay by Debra Anne Davis, titled “Betrayed by the Angel…,” encouraged me to challenge my own engrained angel, for my own sake and to be a role model for my kids.
Claire Wolfe featured a different Deb Davis on her blog November [...]

It’s there somewhere. Go find it.

How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you’re on your own)
No I get by with a little help from my friends
From With a Little Help from My Friends
By John Lennon and Paul McCartney © 1967
When Lew telephoned, I tried to keep my voice at an even level. Frustration oozed [...]

It’s there somewhere. Go find it.

How do I feel by the end of the day(Are you sad because you’re on your own)No I get by with a little help from my friendsFrom With a Little Help from My FriendsBy John Lennon and Paul McCartney © 1967
When Lew telephoned, I tried to keep my voice at an even level. Frustration oozed [...]

I don’t have to open the door

Standing in line, I tried to ignore the tickle in my throat from the B.O. and stale cigarette smell. A cell phone kept chiming, nestled in someone’s pocket toward the back of the line. I keep my eyes averted, staring at the same word in the novel I brought with me. It turns out the [...]

I don’t have to open the door

Standing in line, I tried to ignore the tickle in my throat from the B.O. and stale cigarette smell. A cell phone kept chiming, nestled in someone’s pocket toward the back of the line. I keep my eyes averted, staring at the same word in the novel I brought with me. It turns [...]