The following is based on a true story.

This is the sort of thing that I hate, when movies start and then those eight words pop up on the screen. After that, who knows what’s fact or fiction. I mean, I would have to research to find out what is fact and what is fiction in the movie. Not that that would be bad but why intermix the two? I actually thought I’d make up a story and tell you that part is part is fact, part is fiction but then I thought, who cares? No one. So I’ll stop now.

And oh, blogs are not made for rants.

The Great Depression

Photo Credit: Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, FSA-OWI Collection, LC-USF34-9058-C

So, I am at work and searching the internet for some kind of stimulating something. As vague as that may sound, that was as vague as I felt when searching. I came across a book that my poetry teacher, Dorianne Laux, had brought to class with these amazing photographs. This was another one that popped  up. The book is “Now Let Us Praise Famous Men.” And I think, how beautiful must she have been to be this simply beautiful with dirt on her face and the responsiblity of feeding children during The Great Depression, a great weight to such a striking woman.

Crazy.

Crazy is just another word for creative.