The SaturdayShoe-Inns Idioms & Sayings from Yesteryear ✅: shoo-in 🛑: shoe-in Meaning: a sure winner; a sure thing I got this one wrong for years! 👞👠 Shoe just makes so much sense! You want to get your foot in the door, so your shoe must be inside, non?
I have a complicated relationship with religion. My dad, an Irish Italian, was raised ultra-Catholic. My mom, very much a southern belle, was raised Protestant. My parents could never come to terms with the best way to instill religion in me, but since they were married in the Church, it was expected that any children …
Trees lit with colored fairies, Doors that never locked. Windows fogged with exhaled sighs, Ovens that never cooled. Aprons smiled with cockeyed bows, Platters that never emptied. Presents glinted with knotted strings, Arms that never strayed. These are the days when time is spent With fast-run clocks in full lament. Advise us all to …
“Medieval Superstition and Henry IV’s Illness” The nature of medieval superstition will be considered in the third chapter. Henry IV was known to be extremely superstitious, though was also devoutly Catholic. This appears to be at odds. Also, Henry’s illness, so-called leprosy, will be investigated. This chapter will seek to uncover the relationship between religion …
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What makes me American? What makes you? Is it the things we wear or do, Or is it a greater thing altogether? Or is it something which stretches beyond our roots? We started as one, Why should we not end that way? And if we are but one, in split and jagged pieces, Can we …
Nothing prepares me for what I behold. The Banque de Triomphe—-The Bank—-built by the giants of the past—-those patriots who molded Aracadia from the mud of royal shoes into a goliath floating above the world. And finally, I have reached Maturation, where I will seek higher education that prepares me for my ultimate responsibility, my …
“I’m Clark Benson,” says the white-haired man in a three-piece suit, “and this is…” he holds his microphone out to a packed studio audience. “PORTAL PIRANHAS!” The crowd’s roars mix with piped theme music, making my ears crackle. I want to cover them but remember I’m on TV and everyone is tuned in—even those assholes …
“Laughter can become a sickness,” I say, meeting the expectant eyes of the newest members of our colony. “Same can be said for running and reading when proper precautions aren’t met.” I breathe deeply and put a smile on my face—the first for many days. Whatever I say-really whatever anyone says-Grayson Isle is a prison. …
“…4…3…2…1, Happy New Year!” Confetti covers my signature fedora. Paper pieces swirl in my lungs. I choke. I hate meaningless holiday–and the people who love them. Sounds like one of those ancient daytime trash talk shows. But my disdain casts no shadow on the merriment. Chatter, piercing paperhorns, and streetlights converge on my drug-influenced mind. The …
