The past 3 1/2 weeks have been extremely difficult in this small city.
I do have some up and coming girls at QUEST. Real stand-up-and-speak-your-mind Ms. Independents.
Well, yes, it’s another year. But yes, I am still driving that car that’s pulling that train that’s holding all those people. The ones that are my family.
In this time of reflection and anticipation let us join together and hold hands with those lonely and troubled children who need to be seen as complete and worthy human beings.
There is so much sadness and despair in this small small city. It’s as if we have two cities: the poor and forgotten, and the theater goers and expensive dressers and the suits.
The children were asked to consider what they would do if they had a wish — and it needed to be something that they and the community could share and pass on.
Gun laws, Adderall and the true meaning of the holiday season.
All of my children, you are my light and the world’s light. You are special and wonderful. The world is a better place because you are in it. And I am so proud to know you and to have been part of your life if only for a little while.
If your family isn’t kind, how will the children know how to follow that direction?
We have come to QUEST and on three separate occasions I have found addicts under the handicap ramp cooking and shooting up.