We will meet again…

As a six-year-old at that time, I don’t recall too much of Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor’s rise to the throne as Queen of England. That very title conjured up magical thoughts in my young imagination, I mean, what little girl didn’t want to be a princess or queen and rule some mystical kingdom? Thoughts of crowns, precious jewels, magnificent gowns and having people bow in your presence, that was what dreams were made of, without a doubt. 

Years have passed and along with that expanse of time, more of the mystique surrounding the life of royals became more easily understood. At least for me. After all, we are alike in so many ways, at least most of us. Regardless of societal position, where our families are concerned, the similarities are quite the same.

She was about family. Loving, accepting and, at times, overlooking so much of what most families go through. And she did so with much grace and dignity, but I wonder, during those times of family drama, if she ever launched into a “royal meltdown” in private, sheltered from the prying eyes of the outside world. I think that, in some ways, she often turned to her husband with some well-managed frustration over family issues she struggled to mediate or control. 

As news broke of Queen Elizabeth’s passing, the flood of memories and photographs began. Each marked the historical path she walked during her seventy years of service. A true royal, in every sense as well as an incredibly remarkable woman who was cast into the role of Queen at the young age of just 25. She touched so many lives, aside from those standing in the sidelines of royal criticism. Possibly, an element of my British heritage finds me feeling sad over her loss while wondering what direction lies ahead for England under its new king. How many of us could rise to such a challenge as she did, especially given the present-day turmoil affecting this world? 

We shall see. This beloved woman will be a difficult act to follow, she was the queen of many hearts. Now, in some ways, our world has lost its grandmother

God Save the King!

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop… Write a blog post inspired by the word: time.


I’m just me…

Write about something people think you are good at. 

Hmmm. When this writing prompt popped-up, it presented a challenge. 

I mean, one would have to keep some type of a mental, even written, journal focused on what other people think. 

One never really knows.  

Or, maybe, we’re all better off not keeping track of such things. People should value you as you are, that goes for all human interaction. But, yes, the inner satisfaction derived from the appreciation that you did something which was well-received…that’s special.

So, after much soul-searching, I’d guess that my ability to organize gatherings falls into the “good” category. And cooking, I better than hold-my-own in the culinary field. Decorating is another item, my quest to always give my surroundings an artistic tweak is a big one. And then, I stopped. The more thought I put into this “thing” of what makes me, me, danced furiously in my head and it’s an uncomfortable feeling. “Me, me, me”, a tad self-serving, even taking on a bragging tone, full of insecurity and maybe even a lack of self-worth. I hope this is not how others sum me up, from their careful distance.

I feel it’s only fair to represent shortcomings, if any type of list is being kept. My personal self-awareness and responsibility on behaviors that make me the person I am. Overly analytical, headstrong, combative (at times), very argumentative…totally me, and I do it all well. 

Underneath it all, I care. About people, especially those close to me as well as those desperately trying to find their way through whatever crisis life slams them with. And, if I share any of my so called “talents” which others feel I do well, all my personal pluses and minuses contribute to a fair amount of favorable acceptance in the eyes of those who know me. 

That’s my “good” story, and I’m sticking to it! 

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about something people think you are good at.



As the days continue to pass, life here in this country continues to swirl in a downward spiral. Regardless of where anyone stands politically, even the most adversarial opinions seem to be waning, not quite in agreement with the opposing side, but with some type of rigid, yet exhausted, acceptance.

We are all becoming pawns in some asinine “Economic Transition Moment” which is anything but…a moment. The price of said “transition” is pushing our country into a recession and the miscreants behind it all have more concern for the environment than for the human beings caught in their socialist agenda.
Babies have no infant formula with shortages blamed on the closing of the producing facility (yet plenty available at the border for immigrant families). U.S. citizens struggle to put food on the table and gas in their vehicles as prices for both rise daily. Our borders are being infiltrated with some of the worst entities of human nature, a majority smuggling in deadly drugs which are killing young people in our country. Crime is infesting cities and communities yet the lack of support for law enforcement continues. And, the excuses from our government are, well, pathetic. There is no accountability, just rambling rhetoric from a mindless old man who is functioning like a puppet on a string, blaming everything on either Ukraine or the pandemic. He stammers, he sputters and, with each action, brings us closer to war with China, even Russia. His “false evidence” to the countless issues he ignores vainly attempts to make these situations seem real.

But, somehow, our lives will almost instantly become better, as long as we move away from fossil fuel and get our orders in for electric vehicles. We are being held hostage by this sinister plan orchestrated by none other than “The Squad”, none in this clandestine group who truly care if any United States citizen makes it through another day. Their goal is to cripple our country, its resources, and the people caught in their twisted agenda.

Shortly after I wrote this, horrific news of a school shooting in Uvalde, Texas unfolded. As a parent, grandparent and aunt, my heart is broken. Nothing more needs to be or should be said… other than prayers for each child and two teachers senselessly murdered. Nothing. No debate, just tears. That is how the majority of us feel at this moment. Sadly, the President of the United States had a golden opportunity to reach out to heal the broken hearts of our nation but, after just a few pertinent words and a bible passage, he launched into an unforgivable offensive focused on his political agenda. For a few moments, Joe Biden held the ability to bring pure empathy and support. But, in those few moments, he ended up bringing forth more anger and continued divisiveness.

The future, at least for the next two years, is bleak. My fear is how will we all survive the chaos of Biden’s mental deterioration fueled by those in his administration. It’s as if more and more will be taken away from us until we ride out this horrific political storm and hit the polls running in two years!

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Tell us about something you have a fear of.