Three weeks of painting.
Three weeks of painting.
It started as a butterfly.
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Three weeks of painting.
It started as a butterfly.
It is not It’s not what we do that countsIt is what we don’t do It’s not what we eat that counts It’s what we don’t eat It’s not what we have that matters It’s what we don’t have
Officially, I become a senior citizen today.
I turned 65.
From what my daughter said–and she was giving me professional information as a licensed social worker–I have become an ẹ̀rùjẹ̀jẹ̀ in the eye of the law in the US.
I’m like a baby now.
Can you imagine hurting a baby!
TWO ROCK STARS
ROCK 1:
I wish I were a rock of salt.
Then I won’t be so insulted.
Here I sit at the bottom of the stream
pelted by water
pecked by fishes
pinched by crabs
unseen, uncelebrated by man
useless to him and his art.
I wish I were a rock of salt
The Incompatibility of Love and Fear
I woke up during the night and went to the bathroom.
There was no water to wash my hands.
No hot water. No cold water.
What was going on?
I went downstairs.
No running water.
Angela:You said big is beautiful, prof,But my husband does not like me big.He says I am bigger than before we got marriedand I need to shed some weightor get liposuction.