That Some Would Throw Trash

Yes, there are many, some of my friends, who would through trash at Christians, but in the world of 100 A.D. Rome was all, and Christ a simple blip on the radar of gargantuan Rome. My mother faced similar circumstances as she was torn away from her parent, father dead, and in reality, no where for Dorothy, and Ruth, and George to go. Ruthie was easy, just send her thirty or so miles away to the Woodward St. Hospital for the Retarded, never mind the words developmentally disabled. My uncle George wasn’t hard either because he was a boy. Boys went to the YMCA Boys’ Home. My mother, Dorothy, was placed in a foster home where she slept in a wet root cellar, and worked during the day. The town’s people rose up to take the girl away for placement at the State Reformatory for Girls. Finally my mother came to live with the Knott family in Sioux City, Iowa where she completed high school, and learned survival skills. When the Knott family moved to California, Dorothy went along. If my mother were alive today, she’d be 88-years-old with a good command of English. So my mom worked hard, and earned some , some

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I was a University and community college instructor before retiring. I also worked in fast food restaurants, and retail stores. I am an ordinary man writing for because I want to write and because my education prepared me to write; BA English lit, MA English, EdS higher education, and MFA creative writing, free verse poetry and essays. Blogs are an answer to high-priced self-publishing. Walt Whitman had to self-publish his first 1000 copies of the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass because in 1855 poetry did not sell. Most poets make a living in other ways than writing. Wallace Stevens was an insurance executive, and TS Eliot was a banker. Many writers teach, and always there have been writers who have written because they needed to express their thoughts and feelings. They wrote not necessarily to make money but to express "the old universal truths of the human heart" according to Faulkner. Here I reach a wider audience I missed than by self-publishing, and I stand a better chance to reach a wider audience for less expense than self-publishing. I self-published my first books, Winter from Spring, and Meditations on Gratitude; poetry and photo books which were easier to self-publish than to seek a not to seek a publisher company. This blog allows me to write for an interested audience because I write poetry and personal essays. I write for a friendly audience and present to you a slice of my writing. Perhaps you will enjoy what you read.

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