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August 17, 2013

Reading the women this Saturday morning -

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Why? Because they are smart, insightful, funny, passionate about America and the world. There are so many more just as involved but that's for another day. No excerpts. The titles will be enough to entice one to read, or not.

PumaBydesign001 - Oliver Stone: "He's a [Obama] a snake...we have to turn on him."

The Liberty Zone - Record Number of Americans Giving Up Citizenship

Chicks On The Right - This Is Precisely How The Left Wins Elections

Ironic Surrealism - Staggering List Of Churches & Christian Institutions Attacked In Egypt After Dispersal Of Muslim Brotherhood [Aug. 14-16,2013]

Zilla of the Resistance and friends - by LoopyLoo - Killing of Christians

The Mad Jewess - IDIOTIC NAACP Wants Clown Investigated By Obama's S.S. Why No Investigation Of Obama's Kenyan Birthplace?

And one actual book. "wild" by Cheryl Strayed - My MIL was reading it on our vacation last week and she kept reading excerpts to us. I picked it up in one of the rare moments she put it down and was hooked at the end of the first two paragraphs....

"The trees were tall, but I was taller, standing above them on a steep mountain slope in northern California. Moments before, I'd removed my hiking boots and the left one had fallen off into those trees, first catapulted into the air when my enormous backpack toppled over onto it, then skittering across the gravelly trail and flying over the edge. It bounced off a rocky outcropping several feet beneath me before disappearing into the forest canopy below, impossible to retrieve. I let out a stunned gasp, though I'd been in the wilderness 38 days and by then I'd come to know that anything can happen and that everything would. But that doesn't mean I wasn't shocked when it did.

My boot was gone. Actually gone.

I clutched its mate to my chest like a baby, though of course it was futile. What is one boot without the other? It is nothing. It is useless, an orphan forevermore, and I could take no mercy on it. It was a big lug of a thing, of genuine heft, a brown leather boot with a red lace and silver metal fasts. I lifted it high and threw it with all my might and watched it fall into the lush trees and out of my life. I was alone. I was barefoot...


Posted by LadyR at August 17, 2013 6:02 PM



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