We used to be able to voice our opinions,
Without any repercussion;
But, now when we speak our opinions,
Somehow they think we are Russian!
With every word that comes out of our mouth,
No matter how simple or pure,
We are branded a racist with each word we say!
When will they find a cure?
A cure for insanity, taking over our space;
With hatred and racism all over the place!
We cannot express how we feel about things,
Because of the nasty rhetoric it brings!
I feel like my message is never heard,
St. Patrick’s Day is a celebration of the patron saint of Ireland and his fabled expulsion of the snakes from the country.
Once upon a time, the day was celebrated with church services and simple parties. When Irish immigrants came to America, they used the day to mark their heritage with big celebrations. Now, the holiday features parades, parties and all things green.
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Well, the roof started leaking the day of the heavy rain at the end of January.
If it wasn’t for stepping in the puddle on the bedroom floor, I would not have looked up to see the telltale water marks on the ceiling.
That meant a trip up the stairs to the attic.
However, before being able to do that, I had to remove the bins full of clothes and Christmas decorations that didn’t quite make it all the way up to the attic and were precariously stacked on the steps.
By Dana Grubb
How concerned are you about the Coronavirus (COVID 19)?
I recently wrote a poem,
“Rain, Rain, Go Away.”
Did you notice the rain has gone?
And the sun shines more each day?
I think God read my poem,
And answered my request;
I know he answers all our prayers,
He does his very best.
I know the rain will come again,
And that will be OK,
As long as we have more sunshine,
Than we do a rainy day.
When we were kids, we used to sing,
Rain, Rain, go away
Come again some other day.
That was many years ago.
But it still works well today.
By the time a child sees the dentist for the first time, it is likely that one in five will have some form of tooth decay.
The good news is that tooth decay in children can often be prevented when parents are proactive.
“Oral health is a window to our overall health. The earlier we learn to take better care of our mouths, the better our long term lives will be,” said Dr. Samer Mansour, statewide NCDHM chair and Pennsylvania Dental Association’s member dentist practicing in Erie.
While visiting my 88-year-old brother in Summit Hill recently, we remarked about how so many people were sick with colds, leading us to reminisce about some of the bizarre medical “cures” my mother used when we were ill.
I swear she had stock in the Vicks company, now owned by Procter & Gamble. Her favorite was VapoRub.
You know, the foul-smelling menthol stuff you’re supposed to rub on your chest and throat when you have a cold.
Oh, mom would rub it on all right, but then she insisted that I swallow a gob of it, too, for good measure.
Everyday, people are scammed for their money or personal information.
Scammers will go to any length, such as using regular mail, email, the telephone and social media to prey on people’s fears and heartstrings to con them.
After receiving a voice mail last Friday stating a lawsuit had been filed against me for tax fraud from a phone number I didn’t recognize, I began researching the number on the Internet.
The phone number, it turns out, is connected to an IRS tax scam.
“American Dirt” is the latest controversy sweeping the nation.
As if we don’t have enough controversy. This controversy is about a new novel written by Jeanine Cummins and published by Flatiron Books.
This is a piece of fiction.
The story is about Lydia Quizano Pérez, who lives in Acapulco, Mexico, with her husband, a journalist, and their 8-year-old son. She runs a bookstore.
As the drug cartels take over the city, Lydia’s husband writes a tell-all profile of the newest drug cartel leader.