Dead RV battery. Ticks on the dogs. Ticks on us. Toothache. Dead car battery. Awning broke. Our 10×10 pop-up gone in the wind. “Best summer ever!” I told Jody. Lake George, New York, our seventh campground, was the first time Jody and I felt like we were really on vacation—living in our RV, traveling the…
Earlier this week I ate breakfast, sitting in a chair on the deck, wrapped in a fleece blanket. With a morning temp in the lower fifties, the conditions were not exactly perfect and I did not care. These beautiful days of early fall are too precious to waste. Three weeks ago, our temps still tried…
June’s magical fireflies blink “love me, love me.” Disappearing sparks. Late July’s crickets’ chorus a shimmery soundtrack for evenings on the porch. By the time I hear mosquitoes’ whining buzz, I’m in trouble and smack my neck. My hand comes back with blotched with blood. Maybe mine. Cicadas drone in August, their whining dirge signals…
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3 responses to “Less Talk More Action”
I think I lost hope when 20 elementary school children were killed and the best that the GOP could come up with were thoughts and prayers. We just keep pushing harder don’t we?
Outrageous that Congress is owned by the NRA, no excuses! 😦
Agreed!