Today is the day formally declared as â€śEarth Dayâ€ť, a time designated several years ago as one for the inhabitants of our world, from whatever nation, to contemplate our impact on the globe, environmentally as well as in other ways. Started in the mid 1970â€™s, at a time when rabid environmentalism and peace marches were the order of the day, Earth Day celebrations have settled down â€“ almost into oblivion,
L-O-V-E. We will say sporadic, rapid, consuming at times, violent, disruptive, destructive and costly. In the end, unpredictable, uncontrollable and unconditional, for true love is truly unconditional. It comes without warning and is also recognized at a point in life when it is just too late. You can not take it, nor demand it. It only seemingly offers itself to the blind. As we lay in the promise of our ill-willed and illustrious mistakes, we fail to see that that world continues to turn.
During the last few weeks of my husbandâ€™s life, I can vividly remember me saying to him, â€śI could never be a single mom.â€ť I had been taking care of the family like a single mom due to his health issues, was feeling the stress and not liking it.
Little did I know that I would soon be a single parent.
Easter is past, spring is in the air, and most of us feel rejuvenation from the doldrums of winter. As we think about new life, budding plants, and growth, thoughts of death and incapacity move off. Since spring and summer are prime travel and move about times, however, they are often times when the lack of dispositive legal documents becomes an issue. Since these take awhile to prepare properly, now is a good time to start on them.
The other day I listened to a well known liberal talk about how a particular piece of legislation was needed because it would "make things better". I found the fact that anybody could still be trying to convince people the way to a better life is through government intervention to be pretty interesting.
7:26 a.m. My daughter Angel Leigh Vaughn was handed to me eyes shut closed from nine months of darkness trapped in her mother's womb like a caterpillar waiting to break free from its shell so it can transform into God's great intention, my butterfly. Her body covered in the afterbirth that was used to protect and shelter her from harm while in her mother's womb. Suddenly, her cries begin to drown out every sound in the room, and as I held her, I began to feel something tingling up my spine and releasing a certain euphoria that only new life could produce.
What are your thoughts on the hiring of a new police chief?
One of the (many) problems that we have with the entity the U.S government has become is that it has developed "good eyesight".
The last several weeks, stores across the nation have been hazardous to chocoholics and persons attempting to whittle off those last few pounds before summer. The â€śseasonalâ€ť and â€ścandyâ€ť aisles have been brimming with Easter specialties in the shapes of eggs, rabbits and chickens. As with many of our traditions, the use of such to celebrate Easter is shrouded in myth, legend and time.
It is a sure sign that the economic downturn has settled in Texas when my phone begins to ring with complaints about collection agencies and strong arm tactics. These agencies are often the last resort before a debt is written off; as a result, courtesy and compassion are not their hallmarks.