The Forgotten Warriors

Did you know that a huge amount of the homeless population in Washington DC is comprised of veterans? I have watched as person after person hurries by, trying to ignore them. The veterans never get upset, just seem more sad. No, not all homeless are veterans and not all veterans choose to use any help they get to feed themselves or better their lives, but some might. You will never know if you don’t stop ignoring them and get to know their story. How many Americans, who have never experienced combat, can possibly judge someone worthy of your time and attention?

The movie, American Sniper does a good job of shedding some light on the things that plague a warrior returning home. A Vietnam Veteran is affected much more so. No one trained these soldiers about an enemy who uses guerilla warfare, fighting on it’s own soil, killing or capturing men without making a sound. They came home treated as failures, rejects, an embarrassment to society. No one made an effort to listen, understand, and find out how they can be helped.


What memories they must live with, seen behind their eyelids each tile they close. How would such things affect home-life, employment and friends. Yet there they are, people in their expensive suits walking by the veteran who valiantly served when called. Think about that for a the vietnam veteran


House committee approves Lyme legislation to be added to federal program

This important news for the thousands living in Lyme Disease hell right now. Hopefully, there will finally be some positive changes.

This teacher thought it’d be a really great idea to give two high school students some special brownies

Obviously this wins one of those “stupid teacher” awards, but this story lends itself to the question often found in headlines recently.

Should marijuana be legalized nationwide?
Should the legalization be for medical AND recreational use?
Or, should it be solely for medical purposes?
What is an appropriate age for someone to legally purchase marijuana?

As stupid as this teacher’s actions are, the opportunity for dialogue on this subject is presented once again.

Feel free to weigh in with your opinions.

Twisted Fairy Tale, Depravity by M.J. Haag, Now Up for Pre-Order

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Depravity: A Beauty and the Beast Novel (Beastly Tale Book 1)

A classic fairy tale with a new twist, the Beauty and the Beast saga begins with Depravity… Sixteen year old Benella is concerned with two things–avoiding the two village boys who torment her and…

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Excerpt of Depravity, Part 1 of the Beastly Tales

I wrapped my hands around the cold bars of the massive, black iron gate and glared after the smith’s sons, Tennen and Splane. The pair cast nervous glances back at me as they scurried away from the beast’s shadowy garden. They had locked me inside because of misdirected spite. It wasn’t my fault I’d seen what I had.

“This is what you get, Benella,” Tennen had said as he had pushed me into the beast’s lair.

Tennen thought his treatment just. However, the current situation was anything but just.

A strand of my dark hair, loosened from my braid by the encounter, fell across my cheek and partially obstructed my view of my retreating tormentors. I shook the hair away from my eyes and took stock of my situation.

Outside the gate, early morning mist floated around the trunks of the trees, and blue sky shimmered through the gently moving canopy. Inside the gate, neither the light mist nor blue sky penetrated the garden in which I stood. Cast in shadow and eerie silence, the beast’s domain welcomed nothing from beyond its walls.

Sides still heaving, I struggled to quiet my breathing. I needed to leave quickly. Tennen and Splane hadn’t departed quietly, and it wouldn’t be long before the creature came looking for me.

I studied the top of the gate. The iron should have been easy enough to scale, but vines climbed the rock walls and twined with the iron rods. I didn’t trust the vines. They tended to move on their own. I didn’t much trust the gate, either. It should have been closed and locked.

The birds outside the gate fell eerily silent, and my stomach gave a sickening twist as I realized I’d run out of time. I dropped my head and squeezed my eyes shut.

The beast had come.