in case some out there forget,
Obama’s legacy got a “NYET’!
Disappointment’s no crime
But attending on time,
Is grace with courage, I’ll bet!
Hopefully projects “half-assed”
Will by tomorrow have passed…
What Obama claimed as solid
Turned out mostly squalid,
Some of us are glad he’s out at last!
Don’t think me yet in Trump’s camp,
He has a ways to tramp…
The “show me”state
I sure can relate,
Can he really come up with the amps?
-An opinion p[iece
It’s November, the month when many writers write.
I’m not working on the next book, not writing my blog, not even journal-ing every day.
In typical Cynthia fashion, I had a good stretch of days some weeks ago and was so thankful for it, I tried to do too much.
Ignored the warning signs. Committed other rampant acts of mindless-ness.
The bad pain came, then the flu. And throughout it all, the bloody nightmares whenever I slept long enough.
But pushing myself, as my therapist and journals remind me, is how I’ve come this far.
And I’m pushing again.
Twice a week now, I lead very small groups of individuals who are writing their memoirs.
None is a professional or even an experienced writer. But they are bright, interesting, mature people.
Some of their stories are painful to write, I know. But what a joy for…
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