Ohhh, I love this. All is imaginary, and imagination is all. So why not? Can we imagine away the misunderstandings, the expectations others had for us and the ways we "failed" them, the things

the Facebook share worked (image comes through)

Oh I love these! Every action, no matter how small, ripples throughout the universe and affects all. If you have any doubts about doing something, consider not doing it. Memory is time travel. Travel freely!

Oops, my quote block went fubar. Should I edit or just leave it. Set clear ethical boundaries Also, in sharing via Twitter, your image didn't come through. -_-

Oh how I love this, on so many levels. Niko! I remember when you first mentioned him saying this: Set clear ethical boundaries And who or what did he have in mind; what #lifelesson might have triggered

I should do a new freewrite about these things! Or just a post, for homesteading. Corn Burning Stoves. A fairly recent innovation that is slowly growing in popularity is the use of corn as fuel to heat

#satire alert - the corn syrup "news item" was a joke. We have factories that make corn sweeteners, and the smell is NOT GOOD. I don't know why that is.

No, our dad used dirty corn, a lot of the time, which could explain my ruined sinuses (super sensitive to mildew). The burning corn didn't smell like popcorn or cornbread.

Not the stalks, not the cobs, not the ears - just kernels! Bushels and bushels of golden corn, burning in the basement stove. Yeah, I know, what a waste. Corn was down to a dollar or two a bushel at the

Thanks, @lesmann, you too! 🌄✨

It isn't just the way they raise us: it's in our blood, literally; we are what our grandmothers ate! You Are What Your Grandparents Ate: What You Need to Know About Nutrition, Experience, Epigenetics and

Ohhhh I feel your pain!!! Those old encyclopedias. Due to the glue and old paperstock, they do not recycle. Landfill 'em.... or.... some people tear them out, and print artwork on them!!! Here's a link

LOL, being a nun or priest, these days, does sound like a good gig! Those young priests, especially, get wined and dined and fussed over and appreciated and loved. Here in the Midwest, and probably even

Oh, I meant corn! Field corn, the corn that truckers haul to factories for Corn Flakes and corn syrup and all that. I didn't have photos at hand. Maybe I should have found something online ..... Thanks

Oh dear. I can hit "edit" and fix the typos, or just leave 'em: Many f of us our too young to remember.... It's a freewrite, and this is that rare time I stopped after five minutes and didn't

Thanks @lesmann. We be survivors, eh?

Ohhh I love this! Books = presents to unwrap, then the unread books pile up and guilt-trip us so we box them like "sacrificed maidens" - every line is golden. Thank you for this!!! And oh, yeah,

The world needs more people like you :) Thanks for the kind words, and your honesty! And here's hoping I do not offend....

When seeing is believing, and how, how it hurts to have our eyes opened - I'm way too trusting, myself. Never learn. Thank you for a thoughtful post, and may you be surrounded by loved ones who deserve

What a great line from a granddaughter!!! I sometimes flirt with death, thinking of that Emily Dickinson poem. Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just