Category Archives: Worthy Causes

The ultimate count down – 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1- November 3rd!


We have come a long way folks. We are still fighting this deadly virus and World Pandemic. 230,000 people are DEAD! They were our fellow Americans. I do not care if they were American born, foreign born, rich, poor, White, Black, Yellow or if they were Democrats, Republicans or Independents. I do even care if they were Atheists, or Agnostics. They were human beings. They could not breathe a peaceful last breath because the virus would not let them breathe on their own. They did not have the strength to even say goodbye to a loved one. In many cases it was the beeping of the ventilator machine that announced their lonely transition. I am painting a grim and dark picture here because some people just need to wake up to the reality that if we do not cooperate and help each other stay safe, there is a possibility (hope not) that one hundred more human beings will die as many more are infected!

The ones who survive will more than likely not have long lasting side effects but many will continue to suffer. Reports from real people say they will have lung, heart and other vital organs affected for possibly the rest of their lives. This is like having another type of cancerous cell in your body. Post-COVID patients will be at risk of being labeled as having pre-existing illnesses that may not be covered by health insurance. They may have trouble getting insured or may see higher premiums and copays to deal with. 

The countdown must be shouted at the top of our lungs. We must do what is right for all the people. We must continue to listen to the experts and scientists. You know – the ones with the higher educational degrees that certify that they actually have the knowledge and experience to tell us the truth and to develop the right protocols, medicines, vaccines and effective measures to combat the virus. It has not gone away. 

My family is facing a difficult moment right now. And although it is not COVID related, I cannot bear the thought that anyone in my extended family might have to suffer from COVID because they have an underlying disease.

I will not rest peacefully until we conquer this viral disease. I will not rest peacefully until we rid ourselves of the deceitful, misleading, and dangerous misinformation that flows from the House of the People. Our democracy, freedom of speech, and civil rights are at stake right now. We need to revert back to the respectful discourse, honesty, and to the values we have cherished since the birth of our free nation. Many brave men and women died to preserve our Constitutions and the laws that protect us. 

Some of you may not agree with my stance but this is the beauty of a democracy. We can disagree. But we must also accept the truth. The Constitution, our Bill of Rights and Liberties must not be trampled or tarnished. Empires and very powerful countries fall when the people get too complacent and allow corrupt leaders to dictate bigotry and hate. This is not the American way. I learned this from my sixth grade teacher. We must work together for the good of all. I beg you. We must work together.

I listened to this song this morning as I witnessed the audacity and determination of a long line of voters waiting to cast their vote early. They started dancing in place to make their long wait a little more bearable. So to end on a high note I want to share this classic. I will be doing the same in my living room when the results come in and tell us we have won our nation back. Stay safe, and God bless America!

We will win and celebrate!

Poetry Challenge #1


This will be the first Poetry Challenge for National Poetry Month. Please post your response as a comment. I hope you forward this challenge to people you know.

Write a poem about your favorite restaurant. Be creative. You may want to include a picture. I am hoping that this will reach as many people as possible. We need to support our local restaurants, bagel or coffee shops during the corona virus crisis.

You may want to send your poem to the manager or your favorite waiter or waitress. I am sure they will be thrilled. Where ever possible write in the name and location of the restaurant.

A challenge will be posted every Thursday and Saturday for the month of April. This first challenge is over on Wednesday April 8th.

Do forget to abide by the guidelines of Social Distancing.

Earthquake, be not proud!


My grandmother told me about the earthquake she survived in 1918. The memory of it was vivid and padlocked in her 90 year old mind at the time. My mother was waiting to be born. She claimed that was why she was so strong. She planted a tree to remind her that one’s roots sustain and remain no matter what.

I dedicate this poem to the people of Puerto Rico. They have been through so much. But they are a proud people, a strong bunch and will never give up faith. Thank you to all those who have reached out to help the victims. Que Viva Puerto Rico!!!

Earthquake, be not proud!

when you shake our senses to the ground

we awake and look for what is to be found

the remnants of our dreams

are not as shattered

as you may think

Our oneness knows

the pain of others.

Our island is an emerald so unique

Our pride continues to glow shine.

Shake us all you want.

I dare you!

We are mindful now;

of where and how,

and in the now.

More than ever

We know who cares.

We know the sincere heart of those who share

our pain.

The eternal green of the our mountains,

the glorious and gorgeous azure of the ocean that surround us

know us too well.

History will tell,

The abuse infused

we have refused

for centuries.

We are a brave people

we shall stand together once again

and live!

Que viva Puerto Rico!!

Image by AndPon from Pixabay
Image by juliouscm from Pixabay

Haiku 216


A lonely storm dooms

an island unsuspecting

A force of nature

#helptheBahamas

My heart broke when I saw the images of the tremendous devastation created by Hurricane Dorian in the Bahamas. My prayers go out to the people who are suffering and to the family members who desperately await the fate of their loved ones.

Tragedy Strikes Again


I would be remiss if I did not offer my condolences to the families of the victims gunned down Wednesday while at a bible study meeting at their church in Charleston, South Carolina. It saddens me deeply that violence strikes again. I dread the questions my oldest grandson will have about this. What do you say to an eight year old who believes that church is a safe haven. For that matter that school is a safe place to be as well.

There are many issues at play with this particular incident. Or are they the same issues that come back to haunt us again and again. When will it stop? I believe that love will prevail. I believe that goodness strikes out evil. We need to take whatever time is necessary and talk to our children about what it is that makes us human. We must help them understand our biology. We all bleed the same. Our hearts (even when not very healthy) will beat to keep us alive. We all need to breathe, eat and sleep. We all want to be loved. We all need to love somebody. And when someone dies, it does not matter what language we speak; or what color our skin is, or what religion or faith we observe, we grieve with a hole left in our hearts and tears filling up our eyes. The love we feel is immense and never leaves us.

It is very simple actually this humanity of ours. We are built in a way that is so complex, interrelated, and interdependent that no one has been able to replicate what we know to be a human being.

The great phenomena is that it is indeed a very simple construct. We all need each other. Our diversity and our sameness is equally phenomenal. Senseless murder and violence hurts us all. One family member said, “Every fiber of my body hurts.” She lost a son who was her hero. Children are not suppose to die before their parents. It is not suppose to be the rule.

Our humanity must take charge and stand up tall and spread the word. We are one. A part of a whole. I am a part of you, of this planet, and you are a part of me. It is as simple as that. Call me a dreamer (I think someone said this once before.) but it is time that we take action. I know that I am not the only one. Love must win! Our humanity must be victorious.

 

“Peace is not a season; it must be a way of life.”

Survival