Am I Old Enough Now?

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Trafficking of women, children and men (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Human trafficking. Main origin (red) and destination countries (blue). Data from United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime (UNODC) 2006 report
(http://www.unodc.org/pdf/traffickinginpersons_report_2006-04.pdf) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today is my Birthday...

Trafficking In Persons Report Map 2010 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was wondering if I was now old enough to be myself...Me, I, Moi...

You know?

When you're at work, you put on your professional face and adapt your actions to the organization for which you work...

When you're with your family, you stay away from topics that may be contrary to beliefs, politics, or choices that are routinely made by your family...

Actually, what I've found since I've retired is that I have more time to read, to be fairly up to date on what's happening in the world...

And I've found I've formed some strong feelings about some things, and have chosen to ignore MUCH that has concerned me in the past.

Actually, the main reason I've created this new blog is that I need it as an extension of my present blog. There are some books I read that need to be discussed rather than reviewed... I want to say my personal opinions and share them... I'll also want to review some books from which excerpts may be "mature in content..." And that requires that the blog be properly identified.

So, who knows what you might see if you choose to follow this blog...which will be more sporadic, but may even be more interesting and controversial???!!!

My title is very specific...This blog will contain my personal opinion as opposed to being objective as a professional... Oh, yes, I'll be professional in content...but I will be sharing more content on things I've come to feel strongly about...like human trafficking, violence, the status of women...to name a few...

Let's watch to see what will come up to chat about...

I'm fairly decent at arguing, at least in writing, when I have gotten past my emotional reactions...LOL

But most of all, this will be very informal...

So do BYOCup of whatever... I'll send you a cookie via email...

Glenda

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I’m easily amused. Lake circled the rental car around Palms Garden Cemetery. A spiked, wrought iron fence kept the dead in, otherwise, who knew? They might run out and vote. I didn’t say that to Lake for fear of an unappreciative groan. At the white stone gates, at intervals , the uniformed cop held up a hand to allow other boulevard traffic to flow past the line of bikes and cars waiting to enter the city of the dead. My skin started to hum. The voltage in the atmosphere was amped to the max despite the fanning palms doing their damndest to make this day a celebration of the dead. “Don’t anyone light a match,” Lake said. Riley "Big Red" O'Rourke We weaved and shouldered our way through throngs of bikers, some startled at seeing three people not wearing cut, sleeveless denim, or leather, or visible tattoos— until they caught the badges. They growled and spit, then went back to their conversations. Lots of fucks and fuckers bein...

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