Posted in Poetry

Small Towns


Small Towns
® 2016 LC

Living in a small town
you will come to know
the names of those who run around
with every Tom, Dick, and Harry– to “Mr. Married Joe Shmoe.”
Living here things never change.
The gossip always seems to flow.
And you can always seem to get by–
with just who it is you know.
The High School Home Coming Queen,
still thinks she has it goin on.
Even though that was 15 years ago.
Pity she never grew up to see the light of dawn.
The high school jock–
Yeah, he is still a jerk.
He frequents the local bar–
every night after work.

Things never change here,
even though the people sometimes do.
And it’s hard to tell what you’d see or hear,
If you would come passing through.

We have robberies at our little store now,
and crack dealers living close-by.
It’s not safe for kids to play outside.
Children are overdosing on heroin with their parents left behind.

Neighbors are putting up privacy fences.
No one is friendly anymore.
When I was small we got together for BBQs,
But it’s not like it was before.

Living in a small town,
everyone knows your name.
Everyone knows your business.
Going places.. is the same.

Photo Credit- Suburban Men

Posted in Music

Don’t Panic

Some lyrics stick in your head no matter what you do!


Bones sinking like stones
All that we’ve fought for
Homes, places we’ve grown
All of us are done for
We live in a beautiful world
Yeah we do
Yeah we do
We live in a beautiful world
Bones sinking like stones
All that we’ve fought for
Homes, places we’ve grown
All of us are done for
We live in a beautiful world
Yeah we do
Yeah we do
We live in a beautiful world
We live in a beautiful world
Yeah we do
Yeah we do
We live in a beautiful world
Oh all that I know
There’s nothing here to run from
Cause here
Everybody here’s got somebody to lean on
Posted in General, Life

Living with A.D.H.D.

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, or A.D.H.D., a real disorder, is more prevalent now than ever before. Classified as a chronic, psychological disorder or a mental illness because it affects a person’s brain.

I often hear people say, “A.D.H.D isn’t real,” or “A person shouldn’t take medication for that!” But I guarantee you he or she does not know the struggle involved, lived it, and witnessed what the disease can do!

While it is true this disease was not diagnosed when “you were children,” the same can be said for other diseases that were unheard of then. Children had more time to play then so the impulsiveness, which is a part of A.D.H.D, may have went unnoticed by a parent. If a child had trouble sleeping, the problem may have been remedied at home instead of with a doctor.

Teachers at school sometimes had students in the same classroom– so problems with schoolwork may have went by the wayside. Problems at school, home, and law enforcement were handled differently than they are now so it may have been difficult to diagnose a child with A.D.H.D. or A.D.D. until later in life.

When I was in school, I knew boys with some problems. They had A.D.H.D and had a bit of trouble learning. I didn’t know much about it and as I grew older even then I was skeptical. I didn’t understand how this disease could control so much about a person’s life– how they treated people, if they paid attention in class, etc.

Then, I had my son and my perspective on the subject changed. Like most toddlers, he never sat still. He was rambunctious. He liked to get up in the middle of the night, take the milk out, and leave it on the kitchen floor. He got into other items too while I slept– it was to the point I was afraid to sleep.

By the time he was four, he wasn’t sleeping much at all. He was throwing temper tantrums and head banging. At daycare, they were having some issues with teaching him  how to print his name, letters, numbers, and tie his shoes.

So we went to see the doctor. The doctor diagnosed him with A.D.H.D., and anxiety. He prescribed him medication, and with it he functions. He still doesn’t sleep well, but it is better. Now he is fourteen and thriving. He plays the drums and makes good grades. Without the medication, it wouldn’t be possible for him to manage any of it.

Some people do not agree with giving medication to children with A.D.H.D.– which is fine. That is your call. We have tried it all. We have tried diet. We turn the electronics and television off and hour before bed. Medication works for us.

If my son doesn’t have his medication, he feels awful. He can’t focus. He is impulsive. He wants to touch everything. He can’t sit still. He talks very fast. He can’t control himself. He does things he knows he shouldn’t do. He is a compulsive liar. He doesn’t sleep. He hopes one day he won’t have to take as much. Or at all. We wish that for him as well.

I have a confession to make. I also have A.D.D. and it is hard. If I don’t take my medication, I can’t focus. I don’t sit still. I go from doing one thing to another. I can’t relax. I can’t focus on movies. Forget it. Especially ones I’ve already seen before. If I am having a conversation, I try really hard to listen without butting in because I’ll forget what I gotta say. I’m impulsive too.

I know what my son is dealing with. I know how he feels when he doesn’t have his medication– which is next to never. To me, not having his medication almost feels like child abuse because he needs it to function. I say this because I know he feels better taking it. I know I do when I take mine, and I wouldn’t want him feeling bad. Like he couldn’t think. Or focus.

My point is everyone deals with their diseases in their own way. No one has the right to tell a person their way is wrong. Or their disease doesn’t exist because it is invisible.

So our disease wasn’t around “when you were kids.” So what! That doesn’t mean it isn’t “real.” Try walking a day in our shoes without medication and see how well you can focus!

I bet you can’t keep up to speed!

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Posted in News, Opinion

Hawking’s “Prediction.”

This morning ranking third on the right side of your Facebook screen, you may have noticed your news stating Hawking predicting, “The God Particle Ending the Universe.” This of course caused rapid shares and mass hysteria. The sky is falling. We are all going to die. Oh my Gosh!

First of all, Hawking is a smart man. Being a former professor at Cambridge college, he is well-versed in scientific matters. Puts me in the mind of Walter on Fringe. Loved that show! Of course in better health, I truly feel sorry for what he’s had to suffer. Though he’s scientifically blessed, I do not believe he can predict the end of time.  No man can.

Do you realize you are more likely to die from other causes before an event of epic catastrophic proportions like this should happen? More likely to wipe you out- a disease such as heart disease, cancer, stroke. Any kind of accident- a fall, suicide, overdose, self-harm, drowning,  choking on your food, and complications of surgery. Or violence. You could be a victim of a violent crime. Assaulted with a firearm. Then, of course, you consider weather ailments exposure to hot/cold.

Worse case scenario- war. Or famine. Not having enough food or water. I think those two bother me more than the universe ceasing to exist. Those are two very real threats we are faced with everyday. Watch the news.

Stephen Hawking, a great scientist, yes, but not a spiritual man. He does not believe in God. He does not believe this “God” particle ending us is very likely. Or at least I read in one article. In another, I read at least not for another 1,000 years. And if it does, we won’t even see or feel it coming. We won’t know.

You know how I feel about the whole thing? I don’t. Stephen Hawking is a scientist. He puts his faith into science and man. Into facts and logic whereas, I put my faith into God. I rather die believing in God and be wrong, than to die not believing and go to the fiery gates of Hell. I know I have a God who loves me, and he’d never let anything bad come to those who love him. He has something wonderful waiting for us, and when the day comes we will see it. 🙂