compassion: 311/365

compassion: 311/365

Cal and I just finished watching the Last Days of Saigon, a documentary on the Vietnam War. I was eighteen as the war came to an end, but I had no idea how hard certain Americans worked, and with what risks, to get as many South Vietnamese as possible out of Saigon...
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...
stormy: 305/365

stormy: 305/365

When I was little, I was so scared of rain. I used to hide in the back of our coat closet at the first drop. Now I love rain, wind, storms. I’d rather have a gray day than a sunny one. ~  365 true things about me why this daily...