Feeds:
Posts
Comments

 

Image Courtesy of Thinkstock

Following is a link to a great article on whether one should buy or not buy Organic.  The approach thru this link makes a lot of sense: Is Organic Produce Worth the Price? | Fitbie.

It was a surprise dinner at a new Italian restaurant.
He observed a couple sitting in the corner.
The man was speaking quietly without much body language.
 
The young beautiful woman before him
sat transfixed in listening to him.
Her eyes told the story.
She was interested in what he had to say.
 
The care and the love
showed in her eyes
as she rendered her full attention
to his words.
 
“Have you ever noticed that couples
who have been together a long time
sometimes stop listening to each other?”
he thought to himself.
 
This was such a night for him
as he related to his his bride of many years
some difficult times in his past.
 
Her remark was,
“Well, I guess you got to eat some humble pie,
in those years,” 
with a gleem in her eyes
and wide laughter
upon her face.
 
That evening when they got home
the man sat on the bedroom bed alone.
It was for a long time.
Tears rolled down his his cheeks,
he was not sure………..,
why?

This is a well done WordPress Blog on a subject that involves all of us.
John J. Rigo, Texas Commentator

Faith's avatar

When I worked as a magazine editor, I had a great friendship with our publisher.  Her name was (and still is, actually) Brenda. She was in her mid-40s and one of those women who just oozes confidence.  She had a wicked sense of humor, a commanding presence, and a really, really nice shoe collection.  She’d done very well for herself –  an editor by 26 (like me), a decades-long career in journalism, with a knowledge of the industry that made me want to sit at her feet and soak up everything she knew.  She was one of those people who knows how to get what she wants by treating people well, but also has an ever-so-slightly intimidating edge – just the right amount to keep people from messing with her.

Anyway, I was sitting in Brenda’s office one day, having a discussion about an upcoming issue of the magazine, and…

View original post 619 more words

  

Courtesy of jillmariemasibag.wordpress.com

Of all memories
that we try most to forget
is a first love.
Till now I had tried to do the same
but today those memories returned.
 
I never hear from her again.
It was 1964 when we divorced.
Today she will be 69.
The  light of youth
has long left her eyes.
 
Know Linda Faye Smith
that wherever you may be this date.
I now think of you often.
A first love buried deep in the heart
truly never fades for long
in loves’ memory.
  
We were both like children when we met.
She was sixteen and I was seventeen.
It was my first pass in basic training
in the Air Force in Happy, Texas.
 
It was jet boat races that weekend
at this lake in Happy when my eyes
met her for the first time.
 
It was a magical moment
our bus was pulling out 
as we exchanged addresses
thru the bus window.
 
We married two years latter.
She eighteen and I turned nineteen
a newly promoted buck sergeant
in the Air Force.
 
She was a virgin
on our wedding night.
The true gift of love
that any woman
can give a man.
 
We were together a year
before I got my orders
to go overseas for a year.
 
It was a heartbreak
to us both for it was
an isolated tour area
in the military
I was sent to.
 
A year latter
we divorced
she misunderstood
my fear in starting
a family while attempting
to establish stability in our lives.
 
I guess now that I look down that road.
A long road of many years since those days
I now realize that one cannot ever be loved
like the love they shared with their first love.
 
 
 

I reblogged this because I thought this was such a beautiful way for a member of the WordPress family to share their 4th of July and summer with us.

Tiffani's avatarOverexposed + Underdeveloped

by Tiffani “Living La Vida Bathing Suit” Michele

Dear, sweet, delusional, and incorrect Erika really threw down the gauntlet yesterday when she blogged “I Hate Summer“. Haterz gonna hate, I know, but she left me no choice but to retaliate with my own post, “I Love Summer” to show her the errors of her ways. Because really, I read her words in shock and awe, shaking my head and mouthing the words “nooooooo!” while raising my fists into the air like a supplicant for correct seasonal priorities. It’s nothing personal, I suppose, and nothing that can’t be fixed over a late night of beer drinking and shots of whiskey. But still. I was offended. Hating Summer?! What?! Who could possibly?! Can you even say those words together?!

I love Summer so much I want to get drunk off vodka infused watermelon, and fondle and caress it and maybe…

View original post 556 more words

I was orginally born and raised in New York City in the early 40’s and 50’s. This WordPress posting brought back many great memories for me. Enjoy…John J. Rigo

atouchofyellowinnyc's avatarA Touch of Yellow in NYC

Fourth of July is one of my favorite holidays.  “Summer in the city…”

It is also the day that I kick back and see the world in a different way.  It’s a day I seriously “people watch” as you will find many wonderful things going on all around you.

Children acting without a care in the world-just relishing the  joy of being a child.  Families laughing, playing games, having picnics together.

It is also a day for hot dog lovers.  Enter Nathan’s International Hot Dog Eating Contest on Coney Island.

Last 4th of July, I braved the beaches and crowds of Coney Island.  Little did I know what lie ahead.  I parked myself on a bench and watched through my camera lens.  Fascinating. But then again, people watching always is….

I then ventured down to the waters edge.  And walked toward the main beach.  As I got closer and…

View original post 98 more words

Picture Courtesy of MSN local news.

On this wonderful day celebrating the birth of our Nation I wanted to share this brief message.  My WordPress family, their sharing of themselves thru their comments on my own poetry side, as well as their individual blogs with WordPress, is a most wonderful daily gift to me.  Thank you to each one of you in my followers.  Have a safe and fun 4th of July this 2012. 

1959 Painting by John J. Rigo, Titled, “Mother’s Sorrow”

If I were God
would I have done things any differently?
 
In the mist of my creation
would I have made beings
who would worship me
built into their souls?
 
I think not
for love is only love
when given freely.
 
Is it not said
that we are made in His image?
 
Would not His Love be the ultimate
universal love?
 
If we would give our life for the one we loved
would God render any less
in giving His life for us?
 
In God’s love for us
would enduring a day of pain
be a fair exchange to insure that all those He loved
would be with Him?
 
If you were God
would you have done the same for me?  

Courtesy of livingthebalancelife.com

 
 
 
The road we travel is not the same road for all of us.
When you see someone in pain.

Reach Out

Give some part of yourself to make their day
a day filled with less pain.
Love goes beyond just words in our daily life.
We need to give beyond ourselves.

Reach Out

Give a part of yourself.
You will only become more human
in your caring and giving.

Reach Out

You too have felt the pain of loneliness
and deep blackness.
Love came to you in blessings you never thought would be.
They came to you.

Reach Out

Remember to share your fortune.
We are one
that is the soul of all of us.

Northern Sunset from Norwood Shores in Gun Barrel City, Texas on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas, July 1, 2012 by John J. Rigo, OZ our home.

 
 
It was toward evening as I glazed at the setting sun to the North.
A beautiful sight assaulted my eyes
as the sun set upon the horizon.
 
Whether East, West, South or North
the Glory of our Lord
abounds before us.