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WHAT I CONSIDER WELLNESS TO BE.

WHAT I CONSIDER WELLNESS TO BE.

  When I contemplate the idea of wellness, a host of seemingly unrelated things come to mind. What has chicken farming to do with wellness, or buying a turkey breast, or drinking milk?  Yet, those things flood my mind as I think about wellness. Wellness is a state of mind towards how we conduct our lives within our daily existence; our attitudes toward each other, our willingness to serve instead of expecting service.  Wellness is for me a general approach…

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FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS?…

FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS?…

  Happily it wasn’t for me. I am grateful. We have come a long way from September 11th 2001, when the abyss of doom and despair opened and we looked in. This was a first for all of us except the men and women who had seen active duty on a battle front. The rest of us could only try to draw images in our minds. We never came close to the real thing. On that still and perfect morning,…

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Eternal Woman.

Eternal Woman.

THE ETERNAL WOMAN. Mother is dead so mother says mother is buried undertaker did mother is not in her room I see mother everywhere especially when I sleep. mother is not dead she escaped into me. lmh 7/31/2015 THE MISUNDERSTOOD WOMAN. I saw you I loved you I got to know you I disliked you I understood you loved you more love you always doomed to love you? I understand you     lmh. 801/15    

READ IT HERE…….

READ IT HERE…….

MICHELLE OBAMA DELIVERS. JULY 25, 2016. Thank you all. Thank you so much. You know, it’s hard to believe that it has been eight years since I first came to this convention to talk with you about why I thought my husband should be president. Remember how I told you about his character and conviction? His decency and his grace. The traits that we’ve seen every day that he’s served our country in the White House. I also told you…

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HALF WAY AND THE NEWS IS GRIM.

HALF WAY AND THE NEWS IS GRIM.

The fiftieth log on my blog is very Grimm. Grimmer than death itself, I write that and laugh…what is grimmer than death when it comes to call? That moment before you die and you then know how you will die. then you feel the scorch, how shocking!! You will never get old like me, is that good? I have no answer because I can’t answer the paradox. I am reminded of the morning I confronted death as he chased me…

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DIGITAL LYNCHING

DIGITAL LYNCHING

Is that all there is? Is that all we have? How is America great again? tell me, tell me, I want to know. aaaah, the hole in his stomach running red it bubbles while his hand jerks and twitches his eyelids have come down like shades, twitch some more, the legs twitch as the life creeps up from them to exit from the top of his body. Strange fruit, fallen from the tree of life, strange fruit black and red. great…

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SOMETIMES THERE IS NO WIND

SOMETIMES THERE IS NO WIND

Though the cup may seem empty, and you feel the silence bearing down much like fingers kneading your unyielding skull, though your chest pressure is more than negative still breathe, breath is life, breath is hope, breathing conjures tomorrow when all might be renewed, another day, another sorrow, another round of laughter at the cooler where eyes dance with desire and lies come easily, hold on to that thing within life is sometimes silent like death be still, just listen,…

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BUTT I DONT CARE……REALLY!!

BUTT I DONT CARE……REALLY!!

Over the past two years I have noticed that there is a great obsession about Buttocks. The female human Buttocks. I am quite flummoxed and don’t quite know what to make of it. What is the attraction toward a bigger rear end? Why has a big rear end become a singular mark of beauty and desire? In my world view, my bottom end was just the part of me that housed my anus, and is the part of me that…

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