The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
From where does forgiveness grow?
by Regis Boff
I can’t remember precisely how much I hated America over the Vietnam War. But I certainly did. This makes me very sympathetic to the venom the Democrats are unquestionably feeling about Donald Trump.
Sadder still is that I can’t recall why or when I stopped loathing our country. I did, but the motives for my anger are clearer to me even now than from where my forgiveness eventually grew.