We NOT They


I am so very weary of the people saying, “They caused this.” “They could have stopped this.” “They won’t fix this.” Who the hell is this ‘THEY’??

WE are in this neck deep, and all of us are to blame. WE as a nation have failed. WE have failed ourselves, our children, our businesses, our lives in general.

WE have raised several generations of ME first citizens. WE have raised children who have no regard for life, no empathy, and no moral compass.

Even if WE as parents tried to instill good qualities into our children, look at idols who replace us. WE elect the same dishonest, deplorable, representatives with the morals of alley cats to run our country over and over.  WE allow them to get away with actions that we would never do ourselves.

WE allow our children to idolize drug users, domestic violent, immoral, cheaters, liars, and greedy people because they can sing, act, or play a game well. Allowing this, how can we expect any more of the generations that are now coming into adulthood or are already of age?

WE have allowed our technology to ruin our social skills. The majority of society walks around with their faces glued to a phone screen, draining them of any social skills. The internet has given the cowards of the world a voice, good or bad. Giving small children a cell phone is like giving a baby a grenade and hoping they don’t figure out how to pull the pin. WE have allowed televisions and cell phones to become parents to our children.  WE are now several generations into this practice.

The question is, can WE undo all of this? Can WE as a nation stand together and fix what has gone wrong? No more new laws will fix these problems. Guns are not the problem, any more than cars, knives, baseball bats, or fists. The problem is Humans losing their humanity. Which means they have lost all their compassion, brotherly love, kindness, consideration for others, understanding of others, sympathy, tolerance, mercy, charity, goodness, and generosity.




10 Years and Counting!!


I’m celebrating today! I’d like to rejoice with everyone who is fighting the fight or has gone to battle. You are not alone! You will not be alone when it comes your time to celebrate your victory.

There will be many times you will think you are not strong enough to fight, or you feel like just giving up. We have all felt that way at one point or several times during our life with cancer. My best advice to all of you is to keep your sense of humor.

The medical people are going to do things to you while having onlookers you will think came from some mid-evil device invented to torture. No matter how embarrassing you find the procedures, you will survive. Ice cold hands will not kill you.

As the years pass, each anniversary brings a new sense of well being. Anxiety will become a thing of the past.

Let’s face the facts, none of us are going to get out of this life alive. Enjoy each day, find that bright spot each morning, hold fast to it and laugh. Each day you wake up is a good day. Some bad things may happen that day, but the day is still good.

Was I worried ten years ago when I was told I had cancer? Of course. Did I let it consume me? NO, because I’m just not wired like that. Does it ever cross my mind that cancer could come back? Of course, I’m human. Do I dwell on that thought? Hell NO!  I’ve got things to do, places to go, and people to meet.

Even if we should never meet, we are sisters and brothers in this fight. We have stood on the battle field and faced the enemy. Some of us have fallen, but every day, more and more of us join the ranks of survivors.

Today, I stand in celebration of my victory. I invite you to join me in celebration!

Views of Imagination

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As I look through the bare trees of winter on this rainy morning, the valley below appears white with the morning fog lingering. Some would say the view in winter looks barren and ugly, yet I see beauty and promise.

Looking out over the North Georgia mountains known as the Blue Ridge I wonder if de Sota traveled below, looking for the fountain of youth. It occurs to me that this view could have been what he was seeking.  Maybe de Soto and his Cherokee or Etowah companions camped below near the river, long before the dam made the lake.

I wonder how many Spanish, French or English walked the land where my house now stands. Did they hunt the ancestors of the deer I see feeding nearby? Maybe elk once walked this ridge moving to higher ground before they were all killed off. With abundant food, I wonder if the Cherokee hid here to escape the Trail of Tears? Probably not I think sadly.,

While history records the battles of the Civil War near Atlanta or to the north near Chattooga, I can’t help but wonder how many Union and Confederate soldiers walked these mountains either going to battle or making their way home.

The woodlands on this mountain are healthy, and during the summer when the foliage is heavy, I am not privy to the mist below. I think about the virgin forest before the lumber companies harvested the massive trees.  Even in winter, I would not have been able to see the fog below.

I wonder how many local boys and men traveled the roads below on their way to work on the Appalachian Trail that runs through these mountains? Those roads of dirt and gravel, traveled by horse and wagons, now paved and some even widened to four lanes.  Those roads were laid by the now abanded railroad tracks. Tracks that have not seen a train in decades.

I see all the history around me, some known but mostly unknown and unwritten. I grasp the times gone by that my imagination breeds on this morning. Indeed de Sota, I believe the fountain of youth may have been right here on this mountain.

Stop Breaking the Law


I’ve been listening to the DACA problem for what seems like twenty years. I’ve tried to keep my mouth shut. As I watch this tearing our country to pieces, I believe this can be solved. We, as a country just like most countries have immigration laws. They are there for reasons. Yes, we are a nation of immigrants. Just as far back as my grandfathers, were immigrants. They came here on visas, applied for citizenship and became citizens. They did not start families until they accomplished being an American.

I understand that these so-called Dreamers had no choice in this matter. However, it is not the Federal Governments fault or any other citizen’s that this happened. Yes, Dreamers, it was your parents breaking Federal laws of this country that put you in this situation. You should be mad at them, not the rest of the country. I wonder if your parents ever thought about putting up a fight from the country they left to make it a better place to live or did they just come to the land of the free. Free stuff that is.

Dreamers should be made to apply for citizenship and to go through all the steps that so many of our law-abiding citizens have gone through. Not put at the first of the line. Give them green cards until they can pass a citizens test. If they don’t want to do that, including their illegal parents, then send the whole family back from which their parents came.

I suppose that sounds a little hard, but life is hard. If you start your new life as a felon in a new country, then you should expect to be treated like a felon. Instead, the majority of illegals feel we owe them everything. Got news for you and your kids, we owe you nothing.

Not until every American child in Foster Care has a permanent home, not until every American has a roof over their head, not until every American with a mentally ill problem is being cared for properly, and not until all those people who have already started the process of becoming an American citizen has become one, should any illegal receive a damn thing.

I’m proud to think America and Americans should come first. Dreamers if you want to be an American, then American and its laws should come first. Stop breaking the law!

They’re Not Special


Would I like to see my mug in a magazine, on TV or even on the big screen? Of course, I’m human. I have talents. I’m not a total stooge, most of the time. But for the life of me, I can not understand why people idolize celebrities. I don’t comprehend why people think just because someone is an actor, a TV show host, or a news anchor; it makes them wiser and better than the rest of us working stiffs.

Someone works hard to land an acting job, or they just happen to luck out and get that big break, why does that equal in them having a more intelligent opinion on anything?

I have a news flash. Celebrities are not just like everyone else. If you think the person we see as stars and politicians in public are the same when they are off camera or out of the spotlight, you are sadly mistaken.

I would dare guess that 99% of all humans behave better when out in public, at work, or any other time they are in the presence of others. I do it, you do it, and probably everyone you know does it.  It can be as little as being just a bit more polite when you’re out and about.  It’s just human nature. Now multiply those actions by a hundredfold, because your career, your fans, your votes, and your livelihood depends on how people see you in those situations.  Soon you find if you do screw up and act like a total jackass in public, your friends, and colleagues, whose status also depends on their public persona depends on, they are covering up for you and praising you. You can take that to the bank.

My proof is in all the disgraces coming out of Hollywood and Washington DC. And yet, Americans keep gushing over stars and politicians no matter what they have been involved. Praising them because they raised a ton of money for abused women, while they abuse women. Congratulating each other because they finally after 30 years came forward and said something about horrible activities they knew about all along. Acting as if they better than the masses or more intelligent. I ask why?

The sad thing is that so many Americans contribute to this by flocking to their movies, watching their television programs, voting for them over and over again, and finding reasons for their atrocious actions vile speeches.

Celebrities and politicians are cut from the same cloth. Humans that will say and do anything to promote their well being.  It seems that both groups of people have forgotten that so much that they have said and done was recorded. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to look back at old videos to see what celebrities and politicians said in the past. It’s quite entertaining actually.

The next time you state how much you like this personality or that legislator, I hope you will stop and think. They may have once been similar the person next door, but they aren’t any longer. I doubt if any of us would want them for neighbors.



Looking Back with a Smile


I just finished reading Scavenger Hunt by Meg Buchanan that set my mind racing back to my youth.  Made me start thinking of all the things of my youth I experienced, lived to tell the story, wished I hadn’t been so stupid, things that could have changed my life for the worst, and the things I passed up that could have made my life better.

I sit here on this Sunday morning wondering “What was I thinking?” Or maybe even better, “Why wasn’t I thinking?”  Did I think I was truly ten feet tall and bulletproof? The many escapades in which we survived, only fueled our attempts to try even more silly and dangerous things.

We surfed on the hoods and trunks of our cars long before any Hollywood movie set that scene. We were dirty dancing and making out in at the local drive-in theater before that was popular in the movies. Decades before Hollywood started making movies about teens occupying their time around a bond fire, drinking beer, and telling ghost stories, we had that mastered.  Our favorite story was the one about the couple parked on a lonely dirt road, making out when they hear something. Getting scared, they drive away. When the guy stops and goes around to open his dates car door, there is a hook as used for an artificial hand attached to the door handle.  They had just escaped the dying at the hands of the “Hook.”

I often wonder if I could go back, would I change any of the shenanigans we were lucky enough to live through? Probably not. Looking back, these experiences, good or bad, made me who I am today. Maybe they made me a better parent, or a better friend. Maybe they gave me my love for life and my strange sense of humor.

I do not regret my past. It’s just compiled memories that I can look back on with a smile on my face and appreciate that I lived this long. Today is a new day and tomorrow will be another new day, if I’m lucky enough to still be here.