Sherrie Miranda's Blog, page 33
August 18, 2018
Thoughts on “Making America Great … Again?”
I completely agree! We’ve got a long way to go, but let’s keep working on it!
Looking for Readers Willing to Review “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador”
The review only needs to be 2-3 sentences. If you are interested, email me at sherriemiranda1@aol.com. Let me know if you prefer a Mobi or a PDF.
The prequel to this novel “Crimes & Impunity in New Orleans” will be out in December.[image error]
Peace & justice for all,
Sherrie
Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y
Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P11Ch5chkAc
August 15, 2018
The Washington Post: ‘Like a dog’: Trump has a long history of using canine insults to dehumanize enemies
Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y
Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too:
A sad footnote in American history
Over the last say six to eight months what have you noticed about “our” President other than the obvious. Here is what I have picked-up on, he has become more inaccessible. Other than appearing on the grandstand in front of his adoring fans, staged events surrounded by his yes men and women or running to catch a helicopter for a long weekend of golf at one of his country clubs we, the average, non-deplorable American public have had little to no connection to the man who is “suppose” to represent all of our interest.
And the first lady? Ms. Melania has basically been MIA since day one. The mystery that surrounds her existence in the White House is fodder for the tabloids. Most believe she isn’t even living in the White House which, honestly wouldn’t surprise anyone. Ivanka and Jared, once front and center in this administration have now gone underground…
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President Obama Tracks Down Journalist in a Coffee House to Console Him About His Mother’s Death
Sorry, no picture of our favorite president …
Coffee Guide
In case you were wondering …
Sherrie Miranda’s historically based, coming of age, Adventure novel “Secrets & Lies in El Salvador” is about an American girl in war-torn El Salvador:
http://tinyurl.com/klxbt4y
Her husband made a video for her novel. He wrote the song too.
You can watch it on YouTube or go to my home page:
https://sherriemiranda1.wordpress.com
Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess
When your President calls a human being a dog
“When you give a crazed, crying lowlife a break, and give her a job at the White House, I guess it just didn’t work out. Good work by General Kelly for quickly firing that dog!” – Trump tweet 8-14-18 at 4:31 am
I really didn’t want to write about Donald J. Trump this morning. Honestly I had hoped he would just sit in his bedroom all day watching Fox News and tweet the “normal” psychobabble he typically does about “Crooked Hillary“, “Witch Hunt“, “Fake Dossier”, “17 Angry Democrats”, etc., etc., etc. which he has. But then he had to slide this little jewel in.
As I noted yesterday I am no fan of Omarosa. My distaste for her though does not equal my disdain for Trump. In my mind she is more on par with my dislike of the Kardashians, made for television stars…
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August 12, 2018
Thousands pass every day, not one of them seeing the same thing
So true. I miss you, NYC. Though you’re not the same as you used to be.
You swallow hard when you discover that the old coffee shop is now a chain pharmacy, that the place where you first kissed so-and-so is now a discount electronics retailer, that where you bought this very jacket is now rubble behind a blue plywood fence and a future office building. Damage has been done to your city. You say, ‘It happened overnight.’ But of course it didn’t. Your pizza parlor, his shoeshine stand, her hat store: when they were here, we neglected them. For all you know, the place closed down moments after the last time you walked out the door. (Ten months ago? Six years? Fifteen? You can’t remember, can you?) And there have been five stores in that spot before the travel agency. Five different neighborhoods coming and going between then and now, other people’s other cities. Or 15, 25, 100 neighborhoods. Thousands of people pass that storefront…
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Shadow Dancing
Beautiful! The Art. The poetry. The song. AND especially, the message!
Peace, Sherrie
Sometimes we have
to move beyond the full
length mirror, the curled
hair, the made up face,
the audience waiting
for a grand illusion.
We’re all an imperfect play,
hoping someone will take
note of the things we leave
out. See beyond the war paint
and hot iron, and find enchantment
in a confusing plot. We want someone
to love our secrets, our darker selves as they
tumble off the stage, stained
crimson from the fall, to love
our grief, our less than moments
where we dance over our own shadow, into chaos.
Someone who’d traded their own conflicts
and essentials with us, take our hand,
pull us up, and show us something generous,
pure and beautiful.
Incomplete, but together we
walk into the night,
all our bitter truths in the wind.
We journey on, our own fallen civilization
of happenstance romance. Finally, understanding
this is love, this is love…
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AnaElisa
I was looking over my photos today and redisco...
I was looking over my photos today and rediscovered this image from Haiti. I had split from my group and decided to take my Holga for a walk when i came upon this group of mausoleums. I observed the reddish-brown demarcation on the mausoleum where the flood waters had risen,…..when from nowhere this young boy, walked into the frame. I was relieved that he was not an apparition. This relief was based on my sense of rawness – from that sense of bearing witness to collective thirst, hunger, and misery. When we had arrived with our supplies we were not rushed upon as people had grown too weak… this was compounded by an eerie sense of quietude – as all the animals had either died in the flood or eaten to survive.
Image © AnaElisaFuentes/Archive
