My Thoughts

In all these years of being a single mom and struggling I somehow believed deep down that I was doing the best thing for my daughters and that the sacrifices would guarantee them something better than what I had.  All these years later, I am not sure what I "had" in the first place. Was what I had really that bad?  Time and maturity has altered my perspective about the importance of all things in my life. Once, I foolishly believed that getting an education would help get me a better paying job, and I also foolishly believed that just being a good person would make a difference somehow and would increase the quality and quantity of my inner circle of friends.  I am still waiting for this to be a reality.   I'm tired today as I write this.  I have already put in almost 12 hours of work and have 3 more to go.  I don't want to work 15 hour days. I'm tired of struggling financially. I'm tired of being alone.  These are things only a few people ever hear me

Having recently completed reading Sir Arther Conan Doyle's A Study in Scarlet, I went online to do some research on the novel.  It's an interesting story, and I enjoyed the historical references to events in the U.S. West from the perspective of a Brit. I was a bit surprised that a Virginia school district removed the book from its 6th grade reading list due to a protest from a parent about the books proposed anti-Mormon ton e.  Seriously? An absence of blog posts regarding the removal decision does not exist.  Adding my own opinion to so many others may seem trivial, but I seriously had to make some comment about the decision to remove the book from the approved reading list.  Notice I did not mention "ban".  The book from simply removed from a 6th grade approved reading list.  The reason for its removal does, of course, smack of the same ignorance that caused mass book burnings in Germany in the last century. As any sensible person would recognize, using a Mo

I miss writing; I don't know how to explain it.  It's not like I can't write, I just somehow do not have the time lately.  I definitely miss it. There used to be a time when I was not without my journal and at least one or two pens, and I was so wrapped up in writing; it was such a part of me. For whatever reason, it's just not anymore. I am still a writer. I do more online blogging or journaling now then actual writing, but even my blog posts are pretty few and far between. I just don't seem to have time to write all the things I want to write I really don't know what the answer''s going to be. I have thought of printing out all my journaling and putting it into paper form and some sort of a book - just because I miss seeing it all on paper.  It's so weird how you can miss paper. I have thought so much lately about the difference between surviving and living, and I would have to say that at least 70% of the time I am just surv