The Christmas bells are ringing. And Santa Claus will be in town soon, traveling on his sleigh with toys and goodies for the children.

I finally made it to writers’ group today. I feel good. Seems like things are turning around for me. I’m trying to get up to a meeting a week. 

Christmas is for Christ, our Lord Jesus / Christmas is to be thankful / Christmas is to be grateful / Christmas is to be blessed

My cat has RBF. What is that, you ask? Resting bitch face!

Sometimes, / what do people think of me every day / Sometimes, / I can be sad, or happy, or I can cry / Sometimes, I’m happy to see

While you’re away / there are so many things to do. To kill time / while I’m away from you. Forcing me to see so many truths / and to think I do it via you

As the old saying goes, ’tis the season to be jolly. But it is far more than that! ‘Tis the season of love, family,

To all the good men out there / to the kings of loyalty and pride / To my future king / who showed me an independent kind of strength

Here, I sit all alone, trying to make it on my own. I talk to Jehovah all day long and try to understand what I have done that was wrong.

Thanksgiving was on Thursday, Nov. 28. Observers do lots of activities, like go to church, go to museums, go out to the park, go to dinner at your house or someone else’s home…

Chapter two of vendor Jeffery McNeil’s book, “The Grind,” details the main character’s descent into gambling.

Christmas is here, guys! Are you excited? It’s that time when the music plays, “It’s the most wonderful time of the yearrrr!!” 

Someone asked me, “Do you want to be a preacher?” / My answer to them was no./ Now, the next question was from Thomas himself.

If you don’t have a higher power, you can use mine. Bless his Holy name. 

When we left Wendell, he and his friend were bussed through Mexico, which could turn into a nightmare with the approach of Hurricane Milton.

Long years’ histories, / many pages written / Some people wrote the whole story, / from day one until now…

People lost everything they had because floods and wind took away life as it was. 

“America the Beautiful,” written by Katharine Lee Bates, was a great patriotic song sung by all as children.

My family abandoned me at birth. I was then adopted into an interracial family. I have always struggled, and I’m still struggling.

I arrived in Washington, D.C., one month ago. While staying at the Community for Creative Non-Violence, a guy I met…