Myra Symons

So sad. I wish they didn't.

Yes and it always was. I do know you know. In "Misquoting Jesus" which you have certainly read, the verses that trample women were added well after the fact by activist scribes!

Glad to find you here too. That's nice. I sent the bluesky link to the Book club peeps, so they can hear your voice. Btw, Triuu ALSO likes to give away banned books. :)

I did that process for my ex. It was 2500 or so. I paid every dime, no lawyer. I would call the 800 number and ask any question I had. After we got green card. They had drug their feet so long he was immediately eligible for citizenship and got his free name change.

That's amazing!

The walmart... No eggs, not even the fancy ones. I went to the Harvey's and they have the eggs. You have to shop around in times such as these.

Wouldn't that apply to the President Himself. Granddaddy snuck in. I'd be fine with it. Where could he go?

I want to be #5 desperately

I meant hope for Wharton. He's beyond my hope. I hope he gets his final reward and soon!

They all look to be 14 here.

I like your choices. Some just like the titles. I would have to think hard for 20...

Dumbest at Warton is not so terrible though, I hope.

I understand why people would believe it. I was dubious because he knows many words I would have believed a number closers to average. Thank you for checking. I don't know how to friend on here. My first blue sky day, but I will try. Fact checking makes me happy.

This looks like the kind of Kitty you wouldn't want to feed after midnight

Reasons to Live Through the Apocalypse Sunrises. People you have still to meet and laugh with. Songs about love, peace, anger, and revolution. Walks in the woods. The smile you exchange with a stranger when you experience beauty accidentally together. Butterflies. Seeing your grandparents again. The moon in all her forms, whether half or full. Dogs. Birthdays and half-birthdays. That feeling of floating in love. Watching birds eat from bird feeders. The waves of happiness that follow the end of sadness. Brown eyes. Watching a boat cross an empty sea. Sunsets. Dipping your feet in the river. Balconies. Cake. The wind in your face when you roll the car window down on an open highway. Falling asleep to the sound of a steady heartbeat. Warm cups of tea on cold days. Hugs. Night skies. Art museums. Books filled with everything you do not yet know. Long conversations. Long-lost friends. Poetry.

I wrote this on one of the darkest days of my life. It gave me an anchor to hold onto.