Fifty-Cent Mom

The New Colossus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" Emma Lazarus (November 2, 1883) C hicago hosted the Women March this weekend. Too bad they hosted on the same weekend when we memorialized the millions of unborn children aborted, no thanks to Roe vs. Wade. If you had wanted to see democracy in action, you should have gone to D.C. and seen

I believe the American Heart Association may find it beneficial to study modern technology in the customer service sector to see how it affects blood pressure and causes heart attacks. Call most customer service numbers and you can guarantee a wait of three weeks before someone actually answers.       "There is an unusual wait time. For faster service please go to our web site at youwaitsucker.com." (which isn't any faster after you've had to scroll from one page to the next).      Worse is the fake voice trying to have a conversation with you.       "Tell me what you need," the automated voice says.       You reply, "Customer service."       "I'm sorry, that is not an option. Tell me what you need."      "My money back."      "That is not an option. Tell me what you need."      Another automated system will match your phone number to your credit card. "I see the phone number you are calling with mat

O ver the Fourth of July weekend, we had an opportunity to visit with Les's extended family at their annual campout. His cousin and wife spoke to us about human trafficking in Wisconsin. They had heard one speaker say it was faster to find a prostitute than it was to order a pizza and having it delivered. It was stunning to discover something you have  read about lurking within your own State. That was the extent of my involvement with this issue until going to the library the other night.     Hanging below the checkout desk was a large poster advertising Join the Movement , an event to bring awareness on human trafficking. My radar clicked on, and I thought it would be a great article for the newspaper I write for. The editor okay'd it, so I began researching. I thought this topic was also important enough to share with my blog readers. The facts are stunning, and I hope you make yourself aware and share with others.      The  United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime  expl

L ast week's blog I felt inspired and close to God even though my family and I careened into Christmas with the stomach bug. When I arose out of the fog, I discovered my dog in a deteriorated state. It isn't uncommon for her to struggle a bit with her arthritis at this time of year, so I wasn't too concerned. When we returned from our short stint in Arkansas, however, her back legs refused to work. I called the Vet, but they couldn't get her in and wouldn't prescribe anything over the phone for pain. So, during the New Year's weekend, we watched her carefully, and Les carried her outside to use the bathroom. It was a pitiful sight watching her flop down into the snow.      Daughter Elizabeth drove to Oshkosh to spend New Year's Eve with her college buddies. We had expected her to return the next day so she could join us in visiting Grandma K. Four o'clock New Years Day she called on Bridget's cell phone asking to stay longer...Let's just say t