Category Archives: povertyThe first rumble of something in the wind came late yesterday. I was tired. Grumpy even. The day had been empty and I was supposed to be able to sew all day after a busy weekend. But I ended up driving all day. So I sat on the sofa and was mad. It had been [...]
A friend of mine recently posted as her status on FB that just when she thinks she has God all figured out he throws a curveball and they win. This statement was obviously made as a praise. Now I’ve known this very kind and gracious lady for nearly as long as LightGirl has been alive. [...]
So … my fingers have been itchy and I want to write again. I find myself daydreaming about blog posts … again. It must be time to come back and write.
Thanks to the Holly, I found this site where they are posting a blog prompt every day for a month. I don’t know if I [...]
I still remember the moment when I first realized that I had a choice about whether or not I could finish high school and get a college degree.
I was about twenty-five years old, living on my own in Washington, DC with bachelors degree in political science and international studies. I was musing about whether or [...]
One of our very favorite television shows here in the LightHouse is House. Well, it’s really LightGirl’s favorite show, and the rest of us are also interested. So we watch it in re-runs on USA network with some regularity. Some of the episodes we’ve seen far too often, others not so much. We watched an [...]
When LightHusband and I started dating and for the first part of our married life he was a drummer. He played the snare drum with the Third US Infantry Old Guard Fife & Drum Corps; the US Army’s Honor Guard for the President. About six months after our first date, Ronald Reagan was inaugurated for [...]
When I was in high school it was a huge big deal to gather friends and go to Burlington for the day. I lived in a tiny town in central Vermont. There were about 4 stores in the local larger town, so going to Burlington represented shopping, eating and metropolitan nirvana for us backwoods hayseeds. [...]
Here it is … the end of the day.
I thought I had nothing. Several bloggers I know had made me aware of this event and I’ve been thinking about it, but nothing came to mind. And … I’ve been busier than a blue bottle fly as my grammy used to say. So it just wasn’t [...]
So, like many US-ians I’ve been following the market and the hoopla surrounding what is being called the financial crisis and bailout.
The President is calling for a lot of money to be earmarked to spend on companies which made risky bad financial decisions. Otherwise, so the thinking goes, our market will crash. Our credit will [...]
I’m so angry right now I almost can’t sleep at night. It’s a boiling, gutteral fury. When I try to speak of it, I begin to sputter and use bad language because I don’t have enough words to express the utter depth of my rage.
My in-laws turned 70 this year. My mother will turn 70 [...]
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