shhhh: 309/365

shhhh: 309/365

It was February of 1965. I was seven. My parents and I, and two of my sisters, had just piled into the station wagon that was parked in front of the church in Russellville, Kentucky, after my grandfather’s funeral. I was climbing over the seat into the way...
MIA: 307/365

MIA: 307/365

I used to be a button collector. For one Christmas, I received a button-making machine. See that Davy Jones button? I made it. (Please excuse the Republican propaganda–I was young and heavily influenced by my parents.) ~  365 true things about me why this daily...
peace for paris: 306/365

peace for paris: 306/365

I’m so sad about what happened in Paris. 129 people dead and 350 wounded. 129 people whose lives were cut short and who will be missed by the ones still here. What the terrorists have yet to figure out is that each time they strike, they make the rest of us...