Integrity

Either you have it or you don't The difference between a snitch or rat and a whistleblower is informing of illicit activity for self gain or selfish benefit. Perhaps to get out of his or her own bad way. On the other hand A whistleblower informs of illicit activity as a selfless act all the…Read more Integrity

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VIOLATED. Silence is no longer an option.

I can see why the holidays can be an emotional ordeal for some folks. In the past it used to be a Relaxing from the everyday rat race of the work week. An extended vacation if you will from an everyday mundane routine to the exciting get together with your existential, abnormal, dysfunctional yet intriguing…Read more VIOLATED. Silence is no longer an option.

A MORSEL OF KINDNESS

Leo Tolstoy, the great Russian writer, tells of the time he was walking down the street and passed. Beggar. Tolstoy reached into his pocket to give the beggar some money, but his pocket was empty. Tolstoy turned to the man and said. “I’m sorry, my brother, but I have nothing to give.” The beggar brightened…Read more A MORSEL OF KINDNESS

Unnecessary Roughness

A Policeman Unhinged Never in a million years did I ever think I would have to experience police brutality. Even my younger years of rebelliousness and reckless behavior I had always maintained respect and compliance and cooperation when confronted with law enforcement.  Those times from getting pulled over for a speeding ticket, noise violations due to…Read more Unnecessary Roughness

ADDICTED 

For years I denied the absurdity of such an addiction. I would tell myself "It won't kill me, it can't, it's inconceivable. I have total self-control." I use for the enjoyment, although its essential utility has become more tempting over the years. Often I would tell myself to quit. Leaving it there. Don't even touch…Read more ADDICTED 

Writer’s Block

I've been mentally stuck behind this wall for some time now. Desperate to find a way up and over this wall where big ideas and greener pastures grow. I look towards the sky, and my eyes blinded by the sun. The ledge of the wall almost disappears amongst the clouds. I'm waiting for something great.…Read more Writer’s Block