The Tempest Tossed

This is a post written almost one year ago. Not a lot has changed. Today is the election and tomorrow we may be on a new path. That path is up to us, each of us, every day. Even when our votes have been cast and the count is complete, our choices as people toward other people will without doubt be the end result.


file000320496324 The Statue of Liberty on Ellis Island, one of the world’s most recognizable landmarks. A gift from France to the USA to celebrate the bond between their two nations. The statue has welcomed immigrants arriving to America for over 100 years.

New Colossus by Emma Lazarus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden…

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It is the eve of election day and tonight is intense going over the idea of how things might be after tomorrow. When this song came across my feed it really hit close to home for me. The words resonate to the highest with what I have been feeling lately. Maybe it will touch base with… Continue reading America

Recipes, Writings

Relish in the Orange

Orange is the color. Baby it's getting cold outside. It is November, after all. I am baking orange cookies.It is November. The holidays, the gatherings and soon winter, it's just a waiting game. The months ahead can be tough to get through. Finding inspiration is even tougher, in the mundane. Orange reminds me of the sun and of warmer days.… Continue reading Relish in the Orange


My Sundays Are Dead! #thewalkingdead

Yes! Indeed! Sundays are dead to me! They have been for years now. Since the first day I started watching The Walking Dead on Sunday nights, Sundays are changed forever. A lot of people that I know cringe when I start to talk about the show. The expression on their face soon changes from smiling… Continue reading My Sundays Are Dead! #thewalkingdead

NaNoWriMo, Writings

Bludgeon One-Word Prompt

Astugsna is a world of creatures that have been bludgeoned into their existence by Windsor, though they do not see their lives as manipulated. Each personality, desire, need and strength is designed for the success of his world. There are no words such as morally, wrong, bad, immoral or wicked. What might be seen as… Continue reading Bludgeon One-Word Prompt

NaNoWriMo, Writings

The time to write is here #NaNoWriMo

  It is finally here and I am relieved. No, I am anxious and nervous. Well, all month of October, I was gearing up for this day with high expectations of sharing that I am absolutely writing a novel! That feels like huge news! Now that the day is actually here I am thinking, what… Continue reading The time to write is here #NaNoWriMo


Paint Your Patriotism

I am numb where patriotism is concerned and I hope this feeling subsides. For awhile I stopped expressing my opinion about the election. Of course I've known all along I live among conservatives. However, I guess I really did not understand the severity of standing up and speaking out for human rights. In my mind's eye, I… Continue reading Paint Your Patriotism


I Am Afraid.

The ugliness of the world feels as if it is swallowing us up. Those around me seem to all have different opinions as to what that truly is. Maybe that is where it grows strength, in keeping incognito and not being known for its origin or how to deal with it. A level of hatred is being manifested… Continue reading I Am Afraid.