I Believe

In this country I do believe that the majority of us feel compassion and empathy. I believe we strive to reach the country’s vision of “a better Union”.

It’s a work in progress

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The New Colossus

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-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

-Emma Lazarus

Saturday Spin Cycyle

Thank you Youtube and Youtube Uploaders.  I am always amazed by the amount of content.

Thanks for stopping by..

Strap into the way back machine and turn the volume up to eleven!

There is so much more but I must stop now.


Below is a very heartfelt post on 9/11 and the years after. My comment is here and below is titled George Strait…

I was a tech at a corporation and I was tasked to put the unfolding nightmare on the big screen. We had an auditorium full of people when the towers fell. The whole room gasped, went quiet then everyone cried. (tearing up still) It was one of the most emotional experiences of my life. As the world started to unravel over the next few weeks many of my Muslim friends called to reassure me they were not terrorists. They were scared. I worked with many of them for years and knew they were good, hardworking people trying to make a better life for their families just like me. I worried for them when the calls for revenge started. We all were scared and heartbroken.
As a nation and a world I think we are still suffering from PTSD. It seems to me that we haven’t taken the necessary steps to reflect, understand, reconnect or express our sadness and love to those who need to hear it. Now so much has happened since then I don’t know if we’ll ever really deal with the trauma. Some are lashing out, searching for answers and some cannot form the questions to ask while looking for answers that will never answer the questions..

Since all of this we have lived day to day. While our lives go on we’ve had to cope. We’ve lost loved ones in the mean time. I’ve often hoped that some sort of peace would have been restored before some very important people in my life passed. Now we must live for them and do what we can to bring our world into a better place of tolerance and understanding. Compassion for each other is a good place to start.

Please share your experiences. Maybe we can all help each other understand where our world has gone and how we can find peace and love to lead us into the future.

Thank you.

George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11

Lipstick and Laundry

George Strait was my first country singer crush. In college, my roommate and I sang “Amarillo by Morning” to each other while we Aqua-netted our hair to heavens. Mr. Strait was handsome, humble, and very helpful in snagging me a husband. (“All My Ex’s” is the perfect song for Two-Stepping and I needed a partner!)

George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11The King

These days, I never listen to him.

Hearing his voice reminds me of younger, more carefree days. It’s easier to change the channel than to note I don’t look as hot in Rocky Mountain jeans and red Ropers like back in the day.


But, this past week, I left the dial alone as his voice crooned “Run” and filled the rental car with classic George smoothness. The sun was setting in the Appalachian Mountains and the song, coupled with the scenery, made my heart flutter.  The I-40 landscape hinted at Autumn and…

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The Labor of the Day

Workers of the world. Unite.

The organizers are all but gone. Some may have had nefarious goals. Most were honest and caring.

Now we divide. We become amoebas; eating, discharging, eating some more and dividing. Filling the space and claiming it for ourselves. No it’s mine don’t come visit.

Me against the world.

Major Divide


Those Pats just don’t understand

there we go

Labels get me down.

Divide em up and keep it cheap

For me ? You’re too kind.

Eat, eat sleep

Locked and secure is my isolation

A primal trigger has been pulled.

Activating my emotional inbalance

I’m being controlled I cannot understand

The message is clear, obvious and a hoax. But it’s not.

Division exists

Sleep, sleep divide

Relentless onslaught of inconsequential

Hasn’t happened to you? Consider

Complaining, frustrated, addicted to the violence on the screen

Asleep at the wheel

You’re everywhere and never at home

Lever pulled

Sleeping while screaming

There’s a kind of hush

A part of the psyche that’s closed off is filled with repetitive violence living in the quiet confines of your soul

Eat, sleep divide

You and maybe you I trust but not you

Workers of the world, unite!

Lever Up

I feel good.