Author Archives: Gina Quinn

‘‘Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving”

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Don’t Say Farewell to Welfare

The current population of the United States (2016) was 324,118,787. If those figures are correct, then 46 million is roughly 14.2% of the men, women, and children that make up the current population. If you subtract the 4.7% unemployed (those filing unemployment claims BASED ON THEIR WORK), that leaves 9.5%, presumed to be disabled, indigent, elderly, including […]

Rosh Hashanah and the Mourning of Muharram

The Brotherhood of Man I have written in the past, concerning my understanding of the shared ancestry of Jews, Christians and Muslims (Arab) through Abraham, as described in the Bible. On Monday, I posted about the significance of Rosh Hashanah for Christians.  This morning, I noticed that one of my calendars showed Rosh Hashanah and a Muslim […]

Spider: 1, Me: Zero

After waking from the cozy comfort of my bed, and heating a nice cup of coffee, I was minding my own business, innocently stumbling, dazedly, toward my favorite rocker, when I happened to notice a curiously dark smudge, directly above my intended seat. “A spider,” I thought to myself. They don’t especially bother me, if they […]

It’s an OCC-OCC-OCD World! (December 2015)

Tuesday, December 15, 2015.  I haven’t posted an update in a couple of months, perhaps because three deaths in the family occurred recently. And, while the passing of these three individuals, my youngest sister, one of my brothers-in-law, and the mother of a different brother-in-law, I would like to share the beautiful way that God is […]

A Word for Those Who Lay Awake at Night Wondering What Tomorrow May Bring

Every day, programs on TV, radio, and electronic media-feeds bombard us with news of the latest threats and attacks, both foreign and domestic. The stock market surges and crashes. And the weather seems to grow more intense with each passing season. We might even be experiencing difficult relational situations at home or at work. Today’s […]

Shattered Glass

Before the spinning, out of control, the shattered glass flying,  and my brain rolling upside-down… I’d set an alarm to wake myself from dreaming, splash water on my face, and throw on my fashion of the day, as I downed dripped coffee, and dash into the frenzied machinations of the weekly blur of the marketplace. […]