Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
Our first day walking the Camino. We leave our inn at Oviedo a little after daybreak. There are no people on the streets. No cars. Only one stray dog, dutifully cleaning his privates, and one old man hosing down a section of street in front of his shop while smoking a cigar the size of …
Do you look forward to Valentine’s Day, or do you try to ignore that it exists? There’s plenty of love out there for everybody.
What if our souls were like butterflies? Yours and mine. Two butterflies. You and me. Soul mates. And just like butterflies, we were a little bit different from each other? Each with different colors. Different symmetrically patterned wings. Uniquely shaped and sized.
Nobody could explain how it happened. But one day, Willy sort of lost his mind. Namely, because Willy walked into the kitchen and declared that he was a chicken. Not a proverbial chicken, mind you. But literal poultry. The kind that go bawk-bawk, cock-a-doodle-doo, and all such manner of clucking.
A little girl rescued a turtle from a busy highway. This happened yesterday afternoon. Moving a turtle is not a remarkable sight, really. It happens every day, somewhere in the world. Somewhere in the known universe, a rural kid moves a turtle off the highway. I have been that kid myself. Many times. Maybe you …
I love marshmallows. I love Basset hounds. I love the smell of fresh-cut grass. I love sunlight. And I love the way a baby feels in your arms, all squishy and warm.
Welcome to the era of the Government-Sponsored Love Lottery, where your happily ever after is just a government algorithm away.
For Ted, Autumn’s Mercy September comes softly, more gentle than the steamy and sultry days of August, a harbinger of Autumn’s mercy, when the windows fling open, once again, to welcome the invigorating, brisk wind laden with hints of earth and red delicious, as if in competition with the barmbrack fresh from the oven. The …
They say never buy a dog from a pet store, especially a pet store in a mall. They come from puppy mills, and you can’t really trust them. They are wrong.
Are You Loved? What’s Better, the Truth that Hurts then Saves, or the Lie that Destroys? Walking out my door I take a right and head downtown Helena, Montana. Passing a school and the town’s beautiful cathedral I next spy St. Paul’s Lutheran Church. Prominently displayed in the window hangs the transgender flag. A flag often …