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JusJoJan26 Day 23: Altruism

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January 23 prompt: ALTRUISM. Many Thanks to Rohini for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!

Meanwhile in Minnesota

So here’s an inspiring story about two moms who accompany neighborhood school kids to make sure they get safely from the bus stop to their homes. They were picked up for detention by ICE (don’t know why) and here’s the story they (with just a hint of our Minnesota accent ) told KARE11’s Jana Shortal (Breaking the News). I expect we’ll hear more; this just reported today.

They were handcuffed in the middle seats of the ICE vehicle, two agents in the front, and one in the space behind the two women. The agent in the back said that he wasn’t feeling so good, the driver continued driving, and the back agent started making choking noises and slumped over. One of the women told the two agents in the front that they needed to pull over because the man was having a seizure (he had a total of three).

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Mud Sweat

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A little ‘fridge poetry to welcome the Spring (and yes, it’s driving me bazoinkers that ‘marriage’ is misspelled).

Harrison’s Release

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Humor is very hard to place.//Many thanks to Doug Jacquier and Witcraft.org // For accepting my sense of humor // And my alter-ego, Tessa Kjeldsdottir.


I was giving the Qtip a final twirl when my cousin Jonny hollered up to tell me that Harrison had been released from prison. At first I’d heard “Harry’s song had greased the prism,” which made no sense at all. But then I remembered the Qtip in my one good ear…

Please click here to access the rest of the story: https://witcraft.org/2023/11/22/harrisons-release/

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)

The Journey Home

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She’d followed their path through the woods, noting how they easily spotted treasures in flora and fauna. Taking only what they needed, they left the rest for future wanderers. Kills were merciful, no parts wasted. One carried firm seeds of three sisters, the other dreamed with moonstones and what might be created from them. Continue reading →