I once worried I would never be loved. My first memories are of the sign in front of me which read: Fragile, Please Do Not Touch. The sign wasn’t meant just for me, there were a few other porcelain soup tureens sharing my table. One was shaped like a gourd, one a pumpkin, another was …
Anyone who has been following my blogs knows that on the occasions when I turn my attention to politics, I don’t fight from the right or left. Any honest and informed American should know there are enough shenanigans originating from both of our major political parties to keep us all busy in our vigilance against …