Is it okay to say I love this country? Is it allowed for me to admit that I am a white, born and raised American female. Is it acceptable that I admit that I never lived in a house that owned, discriminated or treated any other race differently than myself?
That said, I will admit that I am mad about the defacing of my country. The destruction that others are pouring on the history of the land that represents all that I am.
History… the whole series of past events connected with someone or something.
Without history, you have no present. Tearing it down doesn’t make it go away. It happened, give the world a break. African Americans, if you want to be treated with the same respect of Americans, perhaps you might want to drop the ‘African.’ You demand through that alone to separate yourselves from every country, frankly. You became slaves, not because of America, but because the tribes in Africa sold you to Americans and placed you into slavery. Quit blaming us.
The Jewish have the right to condemn, protest and scream for the recognition that their countrymen were put through during the Holocaust. Innocent men, women, and children were killed, poisoned and put through genocide to their demise. Yet, they aren’t rioting on the streets of their country, breaking down and burning buildings, stealing and beating or killing others. They aren’t demanding citizens refer to them as Black Lives Matter and go so far as to paint the words in huge yellow letters on public streets. Jewish people show themselves as mature human beings. I’m saddened by the traits that some of our black’s demonstrate. ‘Jews Lives Matter’ especially after what they have suffered at the hands of a vicious man.
No single life matters anymore than anyone else. EVERY LIFE MATTERS. A HEART BEATS A LIFE EXISTS AND THAT LIFE MATTERS. PERIOD!
Today is our country’s date of celebration. Our founding fathers signed the constitution of the United States. We pledge allegiance to the flag for the republic for which it stands. One nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.
Doree L Anderson
One morning, in the month of March,
As I eagerly dressed for school,
My Mom stopped at my door and sadly said,
“I’m sorry, but our world has proved a fool,
So for the unseen future everything is closed
Including business, stores, and schools.”
“It’s a weekday, what has changed?” I asked.
Besides my mom, who’s now deranged.
Our world was accidently exposed to
A Pandemic and death toles that constantly grows.
Schools are locked down until further advised
The world’s quarantined and her people, terrorized.
I’m a teenager, I’ll never survive
I’m made for this world, outdoors, not inside.
You can’t lock me away. I’ve got to shine
Pandemic? Say what, color me blind
How can this happen, with science and all?
We slept on the job and This Pandemic is our downfall.
Travel is going to be a whole new adventure now!
Remember when we used to pack the car and travel across the open roads to Grandma’s house. All five kids were crammed in with Mad magazines, car games, cards, books, and hands that couldn’t seem to keep to themselves. Arguing, (constantly) “mom, he’s touching me,” or “dad, he won’t leave me alone,” used to drive the older people in the front seat, nuts!
Those days are over now (?)… I think the introduction of Corvid-19 and any other strange virus’ strain that’s working it’s way to a (oops, did I do that?) broken test tube and into the air stream will be changing the way we had lived. Six feet apart is extremely hard to maintain in the middle or back seat of a car when there is only one back seat and three children required to sit there.
The size of families will have to change. The vehicle families own will decide. Two will be the limit if the family drives a car, four if you drive a van. That rule will be applied for both mom and dad. I’m going to admit that this situation makes me a little upset, I’d rather be able to set my own personal space. I don’t care for material covering my face and I don’t need the government telling me how to spend my day. But…
It’s a new world and a new way of living. It’s not just America, it’s affected every country. So, if you can… stay at home, pester your cat, play with your dog, converse with your kids, and drive your spouse bonkers, it will make homebound nice. Join me!
In March 16th, Salt Lake City residents woke up at 7:09 to a 5.7 Earthquake. Buildings in downtown Salt Lake City lost bricks. Pictures fell from walls, items tumble over, and down from shelves. Over 30 houses were displaced from their foundations in the West Valley area, and walls came down in several buildings within the city. But at the epic centers; Magna, Utah, the old buildings that graced main street suffered the some damage.
Here’s the thing… hearts are already pounding against our chests. Stress is huge boulders sitting on our shoulders, and then… Ah, hello! Make the earth move under our feet and pictures shake off of our shelves because the Corona-virus isn’t enough. Lets throw an earthquake upon the nice people of Salt Lake County. It’s just what they needed. NOT!
I had finally slept in. The first time since the virus situation began. The bed began to move. Not gently, not like when the kitten jumps up to demand breakfast, or the dog takes a flying leap on top of me to say that a walk outside would be appreciated. This was a shake that told me something was wrong. The picture hanging on the wall above my head was actually slapping the wallboard behind it. Yep… that bad. I was up and dressed so fast, the dog would have been impressed except he was hiding somewhere else inside the house. He was scared out of his mind. 5.7 followed by over 200 after shocks, one 4.6 and a few 4.3, and on and on…
Dang happy when then came down to just a little shake and hummm
Get this virus over with, I need to calm down.
Doree Anderson,’ Keep on writing, my friends.
We had a blast in the red rock country of Kanab Utah. The weather was a beautiful 70s, and the sky was clear. Fabulous environment for writers of every genre to gather and pitch or learn more about their craft.
Sandy Rowland and I stayed at the Perry Hotel, known for the elaborate list of ‘elite’ guest who have stayed there during the filming of hundreds of westerns. The likes of John Wayne, Roy Rogers, Clint Walker, and James Gardner just to name a few. It was a delight to walk through the lobby and see all the pictures of those who had slept there.
Then, just opening was the new “Conference Center,” right across the street. In fact, our conference was the first one to open the doors to future conferences, and may I say, it is a very nice center, too. The rooms are nice. The catering was great, and the Honey’s Marketplace in Kanab was terrific. In fact, the best little Grocery Store in America, frankly. Honey’s helped our conference coordinators with extraordinary care!!!
Sandy and I both had pitches. I talked to two full-service small press companies; Pink Umbrella and Immortal Press and Sandy received a request from Lisa Mangum with Shadow Mountain. It was a super sweet turn out for both of us.
The classes were great. From Mystery, to selling high during the holidays. From using sounds to mind health and how to make your ending not suck. All was ideal. Next year, the Conference will follow Veterans Day. Sandy and I both will be there. November 12-14, 2020. Starting again with a beautiful hike with Raven. 👍
No Fireplace is Needed
My new Children’s Picture Book
Amazon, B&N, IngramSparks,
No Fireplace is Needed: is a story that came from a question my darling daughter asked me when she was six years old.
“Mommy, we don’t got a fireplace. So, how will Santa be able to leave my good girl toys under the Christmas tree?”
I too, had to wonder about that one. I looked around our house and worried that it would certainly be hard for jolly ‘ole Santa to leave his wrapped packages beneath our Christmas Tree.
You see, I dare not leave a key beneath the mat outside our front door. Honestly, I couldn’t think that Santa had the time to get out of the sleigh, find the key, open the door, step inside, then close and lock the door behind him. Especially since we didn’t live in a very good neighborhood.
So, after a long period of time, I thought about the special magic that Santa brings with him.
Here is a special Jolly ‘ole Man, who travels the world in one night and delivers special gifts to every good little girl and boy, how could one little problem like a house without a fireplace stop him? Well, it just couldn’t.
In “No Fireplace Is Needed,” Santa finds a special way to deliver gifts into even my little home.
Where have I been… thinking I can do nine things at once. Guess what. (pink cheeks and eyes toward the ceiling) I can’t. That’s right. But I did get this out by the 25th. I just never made it back to the computer to brag about it… Noodle time.
But its OUT, UP, and ABLE to be purchased. Whether you want it through Amazon or the mail, it be available. I am tickle with the way this turned out. Truly darling pictures and not a one too scary. Hey, I am a wimp and I did have my doubts. If it scared me, would it scare a little dude? Probably not, they can handle a lot more then me. I scream when kittens jump out at me! I’m not kidding.
Anyway, here it be… a fun little book about a Halloween Parade and the adventure you’ll see as my buddy’s, Dracula, the Wolf-man, Frankenstein and Elvira the witch make a trip down a sidewalk one Halloween evening.
May you have a wonderful day this October 1st. 2019. I’m pulling out all my cute, and scary, Halloween decorations. Join me and decorated your home too.
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I couldn’t be more excited… well, yes I can. I have two more children’s books in the production line, if I completed them; I’d be ecstatic. Ah, let me restart this… I am really excited to say that the book I’ve been writing for the last, ah four months has reached its conclusion. Mommy’s in the Military is short. Only 16 pages, but it has gone every which way but head first into file 13.
Parental separation is a consistent situation in America. With the chaos overseas and in the middle-east, I’m lucky. Surprised, but lucky that no one in my immediate family is going through this right now. My niece’s son joined the military and reported when he graduated from high school, So, to say that I’ve experienced what my antagonist has gone through is false. But I have witnessed the pain that a child feels when a parent leaves for deployment. The bravery a small tyke goes through when mom/dad walks away from him/her to join up with their crew, is heart twisting.
And then, the words like an arrow through your heart; “How come I can’t go?” Or “How come I have to stay here?” And the (knock you to the floor) killer, “What did I do? I’ll fix it. I promise. Just don’t go. Please.” And, if they’ve grasped the situation just enough, they ask, “How long are you gonna be gone?” “Can you call me?”
But go, they do. It’s not a request. Orders from the military aren’t a maybe or, “hey, when you get a chance, pop on down, would ya?”
I love this country. We do what we can to keep our country free and safe.
I know! Me neither!
I look at my sweet grand-babies and realize the years have flown.
When these two graciously joined our family, we waved the ‘1900’s’ a favorable farewell, and the ‘2000’ a curious welcome. The computer age was tip toeing into the Y2K. How would the Millennium go? The economy needed a medical injection of jobs. And we had elected George W. Bush over Al Gore.
The Concorde crashed in France. The tires of Air France Flight 4590 hit a metal object on the runway during the flights take off at the Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris.
The summer Olympics were held in Sydney, Australia. Tiger Woods was the youngest player to win the Grand Slam in golf and the Mad Cow Disease caused alarm in Europe because of the increase in occurrences in America. But, the most tragic incident to happen was on September 11th, 2001, just 5 months short of America hosting the winter Olympics in Utah, three buildings were brought down by terrorists, determined to kill as many Americans as possible. Two planes flew into two of the World Trade buildings in New York City and another flew into part of the Pentagon, in Washington D.C. Along with United Airlines 93. It crashed into a field in Somerset County, Pennsylvania, during an attempt by the passengers and crew to regain control over four terrorists.
Approximately 2,296 deaths took place that day. What a horrible act to take against innocent people. The terrorists tell us its in the name of their Al Qeada. They’re lacking intelligence, unfortunately.
Another in my FYI blogging. Have a great day.