Sometimes I am sad and crying through the words is my therapy.Continue reading “Untitled life”
This is not something that happened to me personally, but everyday there is another victim to human trafficking who believes it could never happen to them.Continue reading “It can happen to you”
This was needed today more than any other day in my life. That world out there is hard right now, but listening to this helped me wake another day. Blessings for those struggling today.
That familiar bench had seen better days. The wood is worn and now cracked and peeling from too many coats of paint. Once a year, the city came through to spruce up the park. Years of smearing the wood with a cheap white color coat, the city hoped to attract more people. Once a thriving place full of children, the worry of predators kept most families away. Fifty years ago, when the bench was fresh and new, families flocked to the beautiful park. Back then, the trees only saplings, and the little rusted out cart that rested by the concession stand was the only hope of getting a treat. Time and progress wore down the little guy, and more profits made selling cheap processed food. No one wanted the hand-dipped chocolate ice cream bars. Now, everyone searched for those laced with candy and a silly face. The world is changing, whether with like it or not.Continue reading “Saturday Afternoons 9/12/2020”