The End of the World, rolled in dough, and sprinkled with cinnamon.

  I’m munching on a homemade cinnamon roll, leftover from yesterday’s Thanksgiving Feast. Now I wonder, “how long have I been deceived, the truth hidden, shrouded by veils of assumptions, distortions, even lies?” Maybe this cinnamon roll isn’t so great, after all.  After ALL. My mother’s mother, and her mother’s mother and my mother andContinue reading “The End of the World, rolled in dough, and sprinkled with cinnamon.”

Whining or praying?

How do we know if a medical/dental procedure is being “sold” to us, or if it’s actually necessary? Augh.  This hearkens back to my whining about the dentist.  Now I’m praying.   (I accidentally wrote “pay” instead of “pray” just now, so I consider that a sign… and look at the word, “accidentally” coming forth —Continue reading “Whining or praying?”