WHAT’S TRUE ABOUT MOST PEOPLE?
MOST PEOPLE WHO ARE HATING ON YOU, THEY ARE NOT WORRIED ABOUT WHERE YOU ARE. THEY’RE WORRIED ABOUT WHERE YOU’RE GOING.
ELIJAH CUMMINGS (1951 – 2019)
Sheila Morris
THIS IS NOT AMERICA
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Category Archives: Humor
if these are the last days, we better have cash according to Pretty
Last night Pretty and I were watching who’s the greatest of all time on Jeopardy, bemoaning the fact that neither of us will ever make a million dollars answering questions which we might be able to think of the answers … Continue reading
pretty in fine form for new year’s day
‘Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house two creatures are stirring, and neither’s a mouse. Only Spike and I are up so far, and in all fairness we’re probably not even stirring – more staring than stirring. … Continue reading
Posted in Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, politics, racism, Random, Reflections, Slice of Life, sports, The Way Life Is
Tagged 2020, dark, new decade, New Year, sunrise
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gold, frankincense and myrrh with a 21st century twist
I’m a basic Bah, Humbug Christmas person and have been for years. I’m not clinically depressed during the holiday season, but neither am I joyful. I resist the pressure to shop ‘til I drop, but that isn’t limited to a … Continue reading
dear Santa, send boxing gloves
“Dear Santa Claus, how are you? I am fine. I have been pretty good this year. Please bring me a pair of boxing gloves for Christmas. I need them. Your friend, Sheila Rae Morris” “That’s a good letter,” my grandmother … Continue reading
PRESIDENT IMPEACHED: A LESSON IN CIVICS AND THE REST OF THE STORY
And it came to pass in these days that President Donald J. Trump has undergone a three months long impeachment process which resulted in the preparation of two articles of impeachment approved by the House of Representatives in a majority … Continue reading
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Tagged checks and balances in the constitution, civics lessons, donald trump impeached, house of representatives, impeachment process in the house, Mar-a-lago, president donald trump, senate, southern perspectives on the queer movement committed to home, speaker of the house nancy pelosi, three branches of government, Trump Tower
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ROAD TRIP! GRANDBABY ON BOARD!
Over the spirited reservations of both Papa Williams (NanaT’s father) and NanaSlo (me), NanaT (Pretty) moved full steam ahead with her plans for our granddaughter’s first car trip “up the road” as we say in our family whenever we drive … Continue reading
babysitting – day two – and christmas music?
Pretty asked Alexa to shuffle Johnny Mathis Christmas music today while she worked around the house, and I thought it was such fun. Nobody sings Christmas better than Johnny Mathis, right? Hm. Unless it might be Dolly Parton. So after … Continue reading
babysitting – day one – think pink!
NanaSlo and Grandbaby Ella – Day One of Babysitting (just before Mama Caroline got home from work) please get home soon, Mama, the Nanas exhaust me Stay tuned.
Posted in Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, Reflections, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is
Tagged babysitting, new granddaughter
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OK, BOOMER? let’s see what you got first
Pretty will be the first to tell anyone that I am the world’s last to know anything about pop culture because I am not a twitterer, instagrammer, pinterester, redditer, or snapchatterer. I am not linked in, tik tokked, or tuned … Continue reading
Posted in Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, politics, racism, Reflections, Slice of Life, sports, The Way Life Is
Tagged cbs sunday morning, climate change, crippling debt, crumbling democracies, disappearing species, gen x, gen z, instagram, millenials, ok boomer, reddit, snap chat, tik tok, twitter
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thanksgiving is relative
“The oak trees were alive with color in the midst of the evergreens. Bright red and yellow leaves catching the sunlight as Daddy and I walked through the brush. The smell of the pines was fresh and all around us. … Continue reading
