Drum Roll Please…The Results

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My Lovelies,

You’ve gone and done it, and made me one happy gal. I’m pleased to report that I was able to maintain my position at #4 this week thanks to so many of you!  


Falling Star: Send in the Clown – 2nd Stage Fall

Sadly, we must say farewell to special artists, Robert Goldstein, in this round of the competition.

Be sure to visit Robert’s site where his his artistic expressions are thriving and well.

Source: Falling Star: Send in the Clown – 2nd Stage Fall

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A Prayer for the Time of My Dying

This Instant
At the time of my dying

may it be an act of life

of joy

of reconciliation

a work of grace

an exchange of gifts

a step in time

forward and


as essential to life

as birth

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015


A concrete picnic enclosure on Venice Beach; abandoned except for a weathered old man on a picnic table rolling cigarettes.

A faded tattoo of a sword wrapped in a ribbon on his forearm, the words on the ribbon merge together in blue curlicues, like the blue veins that criss-cross his swollen nose.

He says his name is Eddie.

Eddie has selectively gathered cigarette butts since dawn.

He has searched in and around the enclosure and is now ready to roll a few butts for the day.

Boys on skateboards zip through.

A photographer wanders in and snaps a picture of Eddie as he teases tobacco into a rusty can.

Eddie flicks away the yellow filters.

Pigeons scurry over to peck them.

He rolls two thin cigarettes and lays them out to dry; I offer him one of mine, and he gently declines, “I have enough” he says.

“What did your tattoo say?” I ask.

“Death before dishonor, I was in Nam.” He offers me one of his rollies.

“OK.” I opened a pack of Death Lights, “If you take two of mine.

“That ain’t a fair trade,” says Eddie. “One for one, I can make a hundred of these; ain’t bummed a smoke in years.”

We exchanged cigarettes, lit up and sat quietly.

His rollie makes me nauseous.

Eddie glances at me and shoots a toothless grin.

“Good smoke, eh?”

“I guess I could get used to it,” I choked and laughed.

“A man can get used to most things, “Eddie says, “’cept shame”.

Eddie spat, lowered his eyes and fell silent.

Then he looked up, eyes filled with rage: “If you ever lose your shit, man, an’ have to beg? Don’t beg for things you can make yourself ’cause it’s shameful!”

Then his rage softens: “You gotta save as much of yourself, for yourself, as you can.”

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 All Rights Reserved



Compassion Does Still Exist in Society

The Art of a Messy House

While this next story does not directly relate to food allergies and eczema, it has everything to do with compassion which relates to everything. Since this article proves that there are still caring, compassionate people in our world, it was too “smile-worthy” to not share…

Police went undercover to catch criminals. Their failure was inspiring.”

(Source: http://www.upworthy.com/)

“Right now, it’s time for us to do something
If not now, then when
Will we see an end
To all this pain
It’s not enough to do nothing
It’s time for us to do something
I’m so tired of talking
About how we are God’s hands and feet
But it’s easier to say than to be
Live like angels of apathy who tell ourselves
It’s alright, “somebody else will do something”
Well, I don’t know about you
But I’m sick and tired of life with no desire
I don’t want a…

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