New York City radio stations played a commercial during the spring of 1960 that included a few simple notes on the piano, accompanied by the voice of a young girl singing, “Mommy and Daddy, take my hand. Take me out to Freedomland.”
I should begin by saying that I know nothing about cars. Yes, I know how to drive one, given lowly-populated surroundings. I know that turning the key affects the ignition system, which is somehow connected to a battery that runs out of charge and leaves you stranded if you leave your headlights on all day.
Of course it’s complicated, it’s life, chicky. I’m not yelling — just writing loudly. Life is complicated and messy and freaking hard.
Who are you? Where do you come from? Tell me your story. What is your
reality? What has nourished, challenged and sculpted you, most magnificently,
into your current reality—and then, when you look down beneath
the earth that you stand upon, what are your roots?
During childhood, every occasion seems special. Running barefoot through sprin- klers or spotting a dropped dime along the sidewalk were reasons for celebration. Unfortunately, adulthood has a way of squeezing the magic out of moments like these, turning once-special moments into absurd whims
of fancy. If I, in my age of adulthood, decided to lie upon the snow-covered ground and create an angel in the snow, I would succeed not in creating a special moment, but only drawing worrisome and troubled stares from my neighbors.
You’ve probably heard the expression that someone is “the salt of the earth,” but most of us have probably never really thought about what it means. It originated from Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount, and over the years has taken on a variety of connotations in reference to one’s character. It may refer to one who is unpretentious, honest, kind or hard-working. In fact, valued workers are often referred to as “worth their salt,” since Roman soldiers were paid partly in salt, or “salarium,” leading to the modern word “salary.”
Buying American is just the right thing to do for our country! Our company, Made in USA Certified, couldn’t be more thrilled with the renewed focus and energy on all things “Made in America” or “Made in U.S.A.” This has been a long time coming, and the timing could never be more critical in terms of our country’s survival and competitiveness on the global stage.
I witnessed a wonder to behold recently. Syrup making, the old way. Try a Google search of syrup-making and tell me what you find. You’ll find many things and even, perhaps, one or two where they claim to be doing it the “old way.”
A montage of poetry, photography and art by a variety of our talented contributors.
Freedom is not just about being able to choose anything you want. Freedom is ease with oneself. Believe me, you know this, when you’re in a transition faced with goblins, jewels, and choices. See, the problem isn’t that you don’t know yet which life you want.