Disingenuous John [Edwards]

Disingenuous John [Edwards] Didn't Fool Me 

Some people were surprised when John Edwards and his mistress were outed by The National Enquirer a few years ago. Not me. In early 2008, I had a tug-of-war in my mind whether to vote for Edwards or Obama in the Massachusetts primary. I volunteered at the debates in New Hampshire, so I had the opportunity to hear all the Democrat candidates and at the same time study their style, to see just who had grace under pressure. I also researched the candidates and their positions on issues that mattered to me.

One glaring fact about Edwards jumped out at me: His house was 28,200 square feet! That’s more than 14,000 times the square footage of my house! (At 1800 square feet, my space is more than ample.) I decided that anyone who had a home that huge was out of touch with me and certainly almost every voter in the United States, Democrat or not. My vote went to Barack Obama.

A few years later, finding out about Edwards and his unwholesome (to put it mildly) activities, I was relieved that he didn’t get my vote. He was so much more than out of touch: His obvious belief of his personal entitlement extended beyond living space and into living arrangements. What a disappointment for those Americans who were fooled by him. I am happy I wasn’t one of them.

The Empty Pen

    It warms my heart to see an empty pen, used until the ink has dried and words and lines no longer flow from it. I love it when that pen is mine. I wonder what I wrote with the ink, what words, thoughts, feelings, I expressed. I look at an empty pen and see accomplishment. I look at an empty pen and it reminds me that I wrote, that I wrote hundreds, thousands of words, that I indulged in what makes me feel most alive and real.

Words of Wisdom... Then Again, Maybe Not

Words of Common Sense

     Sitting in bed writing is one of the great pleasures of my life. I indulged for far too long this morning, and as I got up from the bed, I realized my right leg was asleep. Rather than wait for the tingling, pins-and-needles sensation that my leg was ready to do my mind's bidding, I ignored my asleep leg. Falling to the floor woke up my leg as well as my common sense. I originally thought that I would share the following words of wisdom, but have changed them to words of common sense:

If your leg is asleep, do not ignore it. You will fall on the floor.