| Hi, fellow writers, With all the turmoil in the world I thought I would create some humor. Have a great day! Peace, kat Getting old? Nature’s revenge. Hold it in,don’t pass Gas. Ladies don’t do that! That’s what mom always said . A law ingrained into my head. The mother of four boys, I learned about smells and noise . A gas mask needed to walk in a room, my God, what pungent fumes. Being kids, they had a righteous reason. I thought it was deliberate treason. Two were my new stepsons. Two arrived from conception. It seemed like an unholy war. Battle lines to fight for. Maybe some new test? To see who I loved best. They grew up, have boys of their own. Do they have fart zones? As for me, being old and gray, Nature has come out to play. So this word of advice to my fellow seniors: Never trust your body! If you feel the rumble, don’t be humble, find the nearest potty. by: Kathie Stehr Jan. 15, 2026 |
| I've added a new entry to my book, "Some days are Sunny, others are a B*tch" "Jan 5, 2026 A poem for my Mom" |
| I noticed the image you chose for your poem "Strange Fruit On Protest Road" and I flashed back to the early-sixties. I was 12 and had the task of taking my two youngest brothers to see the movie "101 Dalmatians." In the middle of the movie, I got mad at God (again.) The race tensions were mounting, and the nightly news was becoming a horror. Cops, batons and baseball bats, attack dogs, teargas, firehoses. In all of His supposed wisdom, I thought, why doesn't the mixture of the races in humans, create spotted children? Soon we'd all look the same, nothing to fight about! Sometimes I miss that naive boy! |
I loved The Beatles. I saw them on Ed Sullivan and I was all excited. I got their albums. I got a Beatles Notebook, Wallet, trading cards and Beatles magazines. George was my favorite. I have a faded 8 by 10 picture of Yhe Beatles on top of a book shelf. I have their movies A Hard Days Night and Help. I loved them.