Before I get on with this weekâs article, I want to add something I didnât say last week. When I mentioned some of the times The Obama has inserted himself in situations in pretty much the worst way possible, I neglected to talk about the one time in the past when he did counsel patience, restraint, and a full investigation before assigning motives to anyone.
Abortion; is it right or wrong? It's an age-long debate that has divided, not only Americans, but the world in two: pro-life, or pro-choice. Does a fetus deserve the right to life with no questions asked? Or is it the choice of the mother to conceive a child or not conceive a child? In the beginning when this debate came to be, the questions were either for it or against it. Now the debate is so simple. Now the world has stem cell research. With the recent discovery in stem cell research the question is not just are you for it or against it.
What do our dogs and their names reveal? A lot, about the animal, how we see them and maybe ever a bit about ourselves. Sometimes a dog may live down to a hastily given name such as Puddles or Baby while dogs named Bear or Killer might try to live up to their billing.
Whiskers was a much loved member of our family for many years. He had a bit of Scotty lineage which caused his hair to be bristle-like over much of his body, thus the name Whiskers. People called him Mangy Mutt or even Ugly, but to those that really knew him, he was Super Pooch, Wonder Dog and a worst Magnificent Mutt.
According to The Barack's spokesman, at least as I last saw him on TV, The Barack is not going to comment on his secret service agents and military personnel in Columbia who seem to have had a bit of difficulty with some Columbian women.
Today is the day formally declared as âEarth Dayâ, 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 1970âs, 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 husbandâs life, I can vividly remember me saying to him, âI could never be a single mom.â 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.