A New Day--A New Chapter

Just do it!  It's now or never!!!
Freedom tastes like sunshine
and fear dripping from the eaves.
Time to take a breather
from the stress of being
tethered to the inner
essay grader whose roots
are all the husband sees
from mid-August through
May.

Time to take a deep breath
and another and another.
Notice the essence of dew
on the petals of the peonies.
Finally, the time to explore
opportunities to write,
to dare to take a step, two, three,
in faith out of the comfort zone
of two decades of attack of 4:15 alarm
slip bare feet out of the shoes stuck
in the concrete. Leave them behind
and smell the peonies.

Attack of the F-Bomb

F-Bomb--The most malicious, hateful word in the English language. It saddens me greatly that it has become such a common part of our vocabulary that it assaults my ears from the table across the way while enjoying a quiet dinner with my husband at a local establishment...and is lightly tossed around like excrement in social media. 

Certainly profanity has been mumbled under the breath since man could stub his toe, however, shouldn't profanity be kept for these--the rarest of nefarious circumstances?  Must we lower our standards to the basement? 

Imagine--swearing used to be a "sin" according to most of the world's religions--and not too long ago.  Beyond the theology of our linguistic standards or lack thereof, IS CIVILITY DEAD?   Oh well, we get what we tolerate--starting in the home, and then the classroom.