The turkey was late for Thanksgiving dinner, so we put a football game on TV. It was just starting, and a young man stood up to sing the National Anthem. My husband and I stood up and put our hands over our hearts while we listened to the National Anthem. In a group of almost a dozen, we were the only ones. Corny, I know. But I miss corny. I miss old America. That’s my husband and I, the old…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that I was disowned. I was a single parent, working 9 or 10 hours a day, 6 days a week, to feed my kids and pay the bills. I felt like I had been sold into slavery. And I had a sinus infection. So, on my way home from work one night, I had to stop at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription my doctor called in. Back in the car, I was…..
In my book, “Choosing Life,” I told you that I taught my sons when they were youngsters to be patient with older people. We called them LOC’s and LOD’s, Little Old Chicks and Little Old Dudes. I told them that older people had worked hard all their lives and that they could go as slow as they wanted. And that we were going to wait for them. Children need to be taught. Do you want to know why they move…..