Don't most events in our lives happen by chance? I hope to share with you the chance observations and experiences of my travels. And I offer a chance for you to comment as well. Add to that my fond affection for my late cat, Chance, who was afflicted with feline leukemia and died of cancer, and you will see why "chance" has a special meaning in my life. By chance, the adventure continues and can be shared...
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Speak out, it's 2017
There are no words.
The nasty person pretending to be our next president -- he will NEVER be mine -- is already sending chills down spines, in a bad way.
He's already tweeting not-so-veiled nuclear war threats.
The Republicans are already doing away with any outside checks on their activities.
Who knows what will happen.
I wish I could be looking ahead with hope.
I try, but it's more than difficult.
I feel like Farcus looks in this photo -- wide-eyed and questioning.
How the heck did we get here?
How long will we survive?
Hang on, everyone.
Contact our elected officials.
Everyone needs to be a "nasty woman" for the foreseeable future.