There is just something about a poor little rich girl, with her hair blowin’ in the breeze at Martha’s Vineyard…
Something that says to me: Nineteen Seventies.
I do love it (and her)
She really did not know no better…
After all: These are the “Good Old Days” ain’t they?
A Collection of Somewhat Tawdry Tales of Texas (and of a few 'lesser' places)
A Literary Paradox
Magic happens at 5am. And in your running shoes!
Your guide to cinema from the eyes of autistic individuals.
The Place to Take a Humor Break
A Satirical Word In Your Shell-Like Ear
The Best of British Bullshit
Ripping out my guts for your entertainment
All things that kick ass!
spiritual enlightenment and self improvement
Because face-palming is bad for your health and snark is my drug
Life is a journey....have faith and persevere
There is method in my madness
A cold look at living and working in the Baltics
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
The often overlooked qualities in the simple exchanges of daily life
A Land Where Love is All There is
We are all atheists, some of us just have the cheek to be atheistic about all god claims.
I repeat my grandma's words to myself at least once a day.
Everything happens for a reason. But sometimes that reason is that you're stupid and you make bad decisions.
Life from Southern California, mostly San Diego County
Straddling the Hudson River. One foot in NYC, the other in suburban New Jersey.
Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
fresh hell trumps stale heaven
How one atheist sees life
I write books--cuz I love words. Sometimes they love me back.
'all our lives are a poetry - awake our souls.' ~ Battling the hypocrite within ~
Life is Hard
What will I write about next?
Posts about old Hollywood, current concerns
Not trying to persuade you to think my way, but to make you think period.
Life's journey to discover tales of history, culture, and faith from New York to India and places along the way.
"Of this I am certain: The moment you said, "You are..." I no longer recognized myself. I am more than the woman you see. "
Gather. Discover. Cultivate.
Satirical & Poetic Musings Of A Self-Proclaimed Nobel Prize Winner
Gallery of Life...
A blog on atheism, writing, and dogs.
a small insight into my life: wife-mom-football-fitness-politics-religion~upcycle
Things That Don't Make Sense
An artist with an irresistible urge to create!
I have issues. So do you.
Journey of a body on this earth
My comments, helpful household hints, rants and raves, and whatever
Surviving Domestic Violence
Reblogged this on Texan Tales & Hieroglyphics and commented:
Someday, I will look back and say “These were the good old days.”
Oh Gawd! Help me!
Hahahahaa!
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