My two-cents worth and then some. An online journal by LP Brown.
A few weeks ago, when Whoopi Goldberg said on The View, “Don’t let the crazies get you down,” her words struck a chord with me, resonating deeply amidst what seems to be an unending stream of political and social upheaval and chaos. While her advice rings true, I’ve found it far easier to acknowledge than embody,
Some months ago, while rereading Legacy, I recognized opportunities for improvement. Although most of my research-based information was accurate, I identified some omissions that would have clarified more on specific points. This realization prompted me to request that Amazon reduce the initial price of the book. My hurried completion of that manuscript was primarily motivated
Nations across the globe are glued to their screens, captivated by the most riveting reality show ever televised, featuring a cast of hardline conservatives as its stars. The only souls not anxiously awaiting a divine twist in this tale of woe are those card-carrying members of the My Political Hero Can Do No Wrong” fan
Would you believe your ambitious blogger has been MIA because her muse decided to take an unauthorized extended vacation? (I think Ms. Muse is on sabbatical, still trying to recover from last November 5.) Nevertheless, without even sending a postcard! POOF! She vanished like my willpower does when I enter an all-you-can-eat buffet! So, nearly
I ve been blessed with several close friendships, though some of these cherished companions have since departed. Beverly, one of my dearest friends, passed away four years ago. Although she was 14 years my senior, she was my unwavering support—what today s youth might call a BFF or ride or die. Bev, as I affectionately called her,
As devoted as I am to composing essays, my keyboard refuses to cooperate when my heart isn’t in it. My passion for writing waned since November 6, when pigs flew, hell froze over, and chickens grew lips. It’s bad enough that my creativity gene has gone on an extended vacation to the Bermuda Triangle. Still,
The text tone on my phone pierced the pre-dawn silence at 6:30 this morning, jolting me from the hazy realm between slumber and wakefulness. My son s message flashed on the screen: Good Morning, Mom. How are you feeling? A sense of foreboding washed over me, reminiscent of the crimson deluge that drenched Carrie at her
Part I A few weeks ago, my cousin Cameron attended a rally for the Democratic presidential hopeful, Vice President Kamala Harris, during her appearance in Greenville, North Carolina. (If you missed reading Cameron s enthusiastic commentary, scroll down to the previous post, dated October 20.) Last Tuesday evening, former prosecutor Harris held court on the ellipse.
This post was written by Cameron White, Guest Author. Attending a political rally, behind voting, is the second strongest way to show my support for a cause if you ask me. I had the honor of doing that on October 13, 2024, in Greenville, NC. As an ECU grad, I was very excited that Vice
When I get a little money, I buy books; if any is left, I buy food and clothes. I felt it in my soul the first time I read Desiderius Erasmus gem about blowing his cash on books before bothering with trivial matters like food and threads. Talk about a kindred spirit! Over the years,