from a lovely lady, to my daughter …

Enough, Christina. We will simply continue to pray for the boys safety, and for YOU to come to your senses and learn to take responsibility for your own choices, instead of Looking for someone else to blame for the choices you make. You a…re a Mother. It’s your job to care for your children and ensure their safety and well being. Drugging them to be sure they sleep when it’s convenient for you is NOT doing that job. Grow up. Get a job. Assume responsibility for youself and the children you have brought into this world. Finish your education. And for Gods sake, stop using and abusing the people you encounter along your way who try to reach out to help you and love you. Mend the divide YOU have created FOR NO REASON between TJ and his parents. Recognize your parents/step parents for the people that they are; not perfect, but they love you, despite your actions, and WANT to help. Dylan and Caleb are adorable, WONDERFUL children, but are WAY behind where they should be at this age, because they need YOU….Or another adult who will put them FIRST. If you can’t, or WON’T, turn them over to people who will, so they can thrive. The bottom line is, GET YOURSELF TOGETHER. You’re and Adult. Have more respect for yourself and your family and act like one. Good luck and God Bless. Momz

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The Square Root of "3" by:Unknown

I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.

Love by "unknown"

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, Richness and many other feelings, including Love. One day Fear told all the other feelings that a big tidal wave would someday come over the island and the island would disappear. All the feelings succumbed to Fear, and they began to build boats so they could leave the beloved island. Love was the only one who chose to stay.

When the island was almost swallowed up by water, Love finally decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a great big boat. Love so kindly asked, “Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered: “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.” Love then asked Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel: “Vanity, please help me!” “I can’t help you, Love. You are wet, muddy, and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered. Sadness was close by, so Love again asked for help: “Sadness, let me go with you.” “Oh…Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!” Then Happiness passed by Love, but she was so happy that she did not even hear or pay any attention when Love called out for help!

Suddenly, there was a voice: “Come Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed and kept giving thanks over and over that Love forgot to ask the elder’s name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. As love felt so grateful to the elder, she decided to find Knowledge, whom she asked, “Do you know who helped me?” “It was Time, ” Knowledge responded. “Time?” Love repeated. “But why did Time help me?” Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered: “Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.”

Heretic Heart

by Catherine Madsen

I am a bold and a Pagan soul a-rattlin’ through this land.
I judge the world by my own lights and I come by my own hand;
And if you ask me where I learned to live so recklessly,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.

My mother was a spinner of tales, my father a dreaming man.
And I have swung on the Dragon’s Tongue and danced on holy land.
I have sung the seed up from the ground and the bird down from the tree;
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.

Once I was bound but now I’m gone away from the faithful fold
From those who preach that holiness is to do as you are told.
Though law and scripture, priest and prayer have all instructed me,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.

They tell me Jesus loves me, but I think he loves in vain;
He must go unrequited, on me he has no claim.
My healer is the Lady Moon whose tides run deep in me.
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority.

And while I breathe this glorious air, an outlaw I’ll remain;
My body will not be subdued and I will not be saved.
And if I cannot shout aloud, I’ll sing it secretly,
My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority!