It’s always the right time.

I began penning my response to Bill’s comment regarding my recent post, ‘Never a right time’, and realised that it constituted an essay’s worth of wordage, so I thought I’d post it instead as it also happens to be a fascinating discussion. The subject of prejudice will never get old unfortunately.   Not being terribly…

Never a Right Time.

Because I am a straight talking kind of a Chickie, I like to say things as I see them, which is quite apt considering the subject I am about to rant about. Actually I wrote the following as a response to a friend’s blog post about racism, a never ending well-spring of refreshingly good venting…

Wherefore ‘Art’ Thou?

Art for me is something that evokes a visceral response, and as such, everything in my world therefore can be considered an expression of art. The following piece I posted originally on my poetry and introspection blog, but as it is, I thought it might make a good introductory post. The piece was sparked by…