The Washingtons (ep.6)

A home is a wonderful thing. A family is even better. Armistice, when needed, is from God Himself. Put the three  together and you have a miracle that many people never experience and that many who experience it take for granted. The Washingtons had hit a sweet spot in life.  Reagan was rising early each... Continue Reading →

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The Washingtons (ep.5)

One of the, if not the, greatest days of any of the Washingtons' lives was the day the adoption was finalized. It was two days after Easter. The air was still cool in the mornings but the warmth of the sun was beginning to show up in the afternoons. The trees and the grasses were... Continue Reading →

The Washingtons (ep.4)

Adopted. Some people ignorantly attach a stigma to that word. Unity doesn't though. She was born at an early age to her natural mom and mom's boyfriend at the time. One August day when she was around 5 years old, her mom dropped her off in the morning at the Playworld to be picked up... Continue Reading →

The Washingtons (pilot)

Imagine a happy, classic American family: two parents, Reagan and Roosevelt (Rosy for short) Washington, two kids, Liberty and Unity, and a dog and maybe a cat. Let's go ahead and put a goldfish and a guppy in a tank on the bar between the kitchen and dining room. One kid is in dance and... Continue Reading →

invisible (to the other guy)

How many people have either wondered if they were, or wished they were, or maybe wished they were not, invisible, at one point or another? That one girl or guy that doesn't seem to know you exist; that car that pulls into your lane as though you weren't in it; or that gathering where you're standing... Continue Reading →

disillusion me

Disillusionment: a feeling of disappointment resulting from the discovery that something is not as good as one believed it to be. So is it a good thing or a bad thing? I think it's healthy but no more fun than a shot in the buttocks for a ten year old. Children seem to enjoy their illusions:... Continue Reading →

crush

opening my eyes in the morning is often like the elevator doors opening after a solo ride from the top floor of the sears tower down to the fifth floor i've been comfortable for some time, enjoying a not-too-hot not-too-cold pleasant temperature and some instrumental music in dim lighting and solitude and then the doors... Continue Reading →

Terminal force

(This is #11 and the final installment in a series. Find 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 & 10 by clicking on the numbers. It's ok - they're mostly short.) So, obviously I'm against "forcing it," at least when it comes to imposing my will or beliefs or values on others, anyway. From my viewpoint, Neither Jehovah... Continue Reading →

the consequence of forcing it

There are so many types of "forcing it." I have addressed several already, in the precursors to this post: 1, 2, 3, and 4. I have suggested that as a general rule, subject to some exceptions of course, we should focus our attention on ourselves when forcing things (i.e. self-discipline) and we should not impose... Continue Reading →

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