“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract.
The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”
If you age with somebody, you go through so many roles –
you’re lovers, friends, enemies, colleagues, strangers;
you’re brother and sister.
That’s what intimacy is, if you’re with your soulmate.
Miranda said one day Thomas would be passionate and ooze romance. The following day he would be her “best pal” and treat her like a sister: a peck on the cheek, a high-five and he would forget to kiss her good night, to hold her hand.
One night: She pulled him over to her side of the bed and told him she preferred “the hugs and kisses Thomas” and hoped he would come back soon.
Voila! You don’t ask – you don’t get.
“There’s nothing more to be learned
about Trump’s mixture of ignorance, insecurity and narcissism.
Every second spent on his bluster is more degrading than informative.”
She grew up hearing that Diamonds were a girl’s best friend…
and Dogs were a man’s best friend.
Worked for her.
Flash Forward a couple of decades and she still subscribed to The Diamond Rule.
She aspired to be half of a Hot Couple like Napolean and Josephine, Scarlett and Rhett, Eros and Psyche, Dante and Beatrice…
She met Richard K and within two weeks was very smitten. They both enjoyed short hikes, long lunches, movies, trees, shopping for and cooking dinner with a bottle of great wine. They both dabbled in ballroom dance and had fun in each other’s arms.
They entertained gracefully and theirs friends all knew they were “The Couple” in love and dedicated to one another. She had images of rings dancing in her head.
Their second Christmas together, she had a keen sense that there would be a Little Blue Box under the tree.
Unfortunately, she was only partially right. Bristling with joy, she opened the small box and found a pair of silver earrings.
Her heart fell. Her smile evaporated. Tears fell from her eyes. She was sad, then mere moments later, she was apparently very angry.
She glared at him and in a hoarse whisper said, “What were you thinking? Earrings? I wanted a diamond!”
His smile froze and he look perplexed.
Loudly, she encouraged him to leave (actually, much stronger, angry words raced out of her mouth) as the tears streamed down her cheeks.
Baffled, he backed out of the kitchen, grabbed his keys as he dodged the pillows she was throwing at him. Her screams became louder.
She made a big mistake.
Word on Pennsylvania Avenue …is that VP Pence
(Called Puppet Pence by many) is dusting off his
Big Boy Pants and getting ready to take the throne…