I Think I Did

Word of the Day Challenge: Wildly

A Black Cat Holiday, 1905. Illustration  by Charles Robinson.

Did I run?

Did I fall?

Did I yell, laugh, cry?

Did I make a sound on

those days I flew through the air as high as the trees

that I climbed when I was little

when I was fearless

when I lived wildly

and magic and curses were as normal to me as  peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches

topped with marshmello fluff.




This Officer led a murderous mob away from the doors to the Senate Floor- which were not locked and the Senate had not been evacuated yet. One officer stood up against a racist murderous MOB incited by the President of The US.





Breathtaking New York Times photograph of Capitol Police Officer Eugene Goodman facing down a mob of  Insurrectionists and White Supremacists by himself.

This moment in ⁦@igorbobic⁩ stunning footage. In front of the officer, coming up the stairs, is a mass of rioters. The USCP officer glances to his left. Between those two chairs is the entrance to the senate floor. He lured them to his right, away from their targets.

Officer Goodman  is the face bravery, honor and patriotism.


A Discouraging Word

RDP Friday Prompt: Mob

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Baskets of warm cookies sitting on the kitchen table

and happy children playing  at my feet

while golden rays of Sunshine are streaming through all of my  windows

and birds singing under happy clouds floating above happy trees

because that’s what comes to mind when I hear the word

” Mob “


For Real?

No. Really. No.

When I hear the word mob I think of

angry twisted mouths

spewing hateful words, and spittle woven together with the phrase



Mobs are the Psychopomps

sharing one face, one voice, one brain

looking for souls- any soul to take with them

into the abyss.