

CHRISTMAS MEMORIES
1. Â Â Â Â Â Â Diane was convinced there was absolutely no way all would be either calm or bright this late December eve. The reason being she knew with certainty this was the most horrible Christmas Eve ever. The day had been as awful as one could imagine. She sat in the stillness, in the only place Diane could think of where she could find a reprieve from the insanity. That place was Church, where she had long worshipped, found her quiet place, and was an integral part of the pa
NO PLACE FOR CHARITY IN THE METAVERSE
Why raising money for the Johns Hopkins Sidney Kimmel Cancer Center violates any standard of decency is beyond me. Â


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