Old news

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News is fleeting, soon enough Passing into the realm of myth. Pen to paper, words made real. Town crier proclaiming truths, Forgotten once they leave his lips. Posted where the world can see Held up to public scrutiny With iron and steel, Until the wind changes, Another scrap of news posted.

Grow up

At some point in your childhood development, someone - perhaps a parent, perhaps an older sibling, most assuredly a high school nemesis - has flung those fateful words at you, "grow up!" Whether we displayed immature decisions or actions, fashion or opinions, someone deemed our choices inappropriate for our chronological age. Now that I am … Continue reading Grow up