Not so long ago, congress was ironing out the details of a last ditch effort to prevent America from defaulting on its loans.
Is it a Hail Mary pass at the end of the game, one last shot at prevailing over our opponents and upholding our good name? Or is it all politics?
The consequences of default would be widespread throughout our nation, diminishing the value of the U.S. dollar, and further tarnishing our reputation worldwide. This would pose the very serious threat of catastrophe and financial meltdown unlike any we have seen in our lifetimes.
What we have experienced since the recession began in 2008 may be but a precursor to the devastation ahead for us. We may be witnessing the collapse of America.…
After seven years of working at the same company and for the same boss, I’m going in to work tomorrow and will give them an ultimatum.
When I joined this company in 2001, I was a single woman with lofty goals and great ambition. I worked very hard and got several promotions within the first few years. It was the right fit for me. My boss and I saw things the same way.
We were always ready to forge ahead with any challenge and conquer any obstacle. And it was fun and exciting.
Since I joined, I’ve gotten married and had two children. With my first child, I went back part time because I didn’t want to be away from my baby the entire week.
With my second child, I also went back part time and it all worked out pretty well. As time went on, I didn’t seem to be as happy or as driven as I was before and my ambitions were more about my family than about my work.…
Now that I have children, it’s hard to remember what I was like before them. But some things I do remember…I remember distinctly how annoyed I would get when I was flying and I would have to deal with screaming babies/children.
I would think all kinds of terrible things…about how the parents must not have any control over their children or be very good disciplinarians.
Boy, have the tables turned. Now I’m the parent that other people stare at with frustrated looks and big sighs (most of these people– I’m guessing– are like I was…sans children!).…
I waited a long LONG time (my brother’s speech at my rehearsal dinner had even a few more “long”s) to get married. And not by choice.
I just didn’t find anyone that I could even imagine spending the next six months with, let along the rest of my life! So when I did finally meet him, I wanted to spend most of my free time with him.
When my girlfriends talked about having a girls weekend, I didn’t want to participate. I had had so many years of girls weekend, girls night outs and everything in between. I didn’t want time away from my husband. I missed him even if we were apart for a few hours.
He was my favorite person to hang out with and I just couldn’t get enough time with him. We both worked full time and the hours of free time we had were so precious.…
I’m SO embarrassed. I can’t believe I touched her so many times. When I get nervous and excited I do the craziest things. And then when I have a moment of reflection I become mortified (usually within minutes).
When I’m doing it, it feels so fun, natural, friendly…but when I look back at it, I can see how it’s just awkward. Oh God, why am I so NUTS!
She must think I’m so weird. I can see her right now telling her husband about it “sweetie, did I tell you about the strange woman in the park today that kept touching me?”…
Every day. I promised myself that I would write something every day for a year. What was I thinking? Zero to every day? At the time I didn’t think about what that would mean or even what it would take to do it.
What if I can’t think of anything to write (like tonight…as you might have guessed)? Then what? Isn’t it better not to write anything than to write something silly or meaningless just so I can keep my promise? I guess it would be for some people but not for me.
For me, it’s either all or nothing. Either I do it every single day or I don’t want to do it at all. I know it doesn’t make sense but I’m kind of nutty that way.
I’m like that with other things too. I don’t do things half way, which isn’t always good. With food, friendship, love, work, everything….if you’re going to do it or have it, then jump in and DO IT or HAVE IT, don’t just take a little off the edges.…
Long, long ago, when there were no supermarkets to buy food from, people were dependent on what they grew. To be sure they planted at the right time, they were sensitive to the seasons changing and aware of those changes by watching the heavens, how the sun and stars would move in the sky.
With such dependence on Nature, the ancients knew how sacred Mother Nature is and, during the Spring Equinox, the ancients honored and prayed to fertility Goddesses, asking for healthy crops, good soil, and sufficient sunshine and rain so there would be enough food to sustain them for the rest of the year.…