I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

When I was fourteen I stole a Dilly Bar from the Dairy Queen on a dare. It was lunch break from my junior high school, and we had an open campus. That meant we could walk across Douglas Avenue to go to the corner drugstore for candy or the Dairy Queen for ice cream. My… Continue reading I Stole a Dilly Bar on a Dare

America’s Problem with a Woman President

I am posting this while watching the first night of the Democratic debates.  I am sure I will get some hate comments from this post, but I felt the need to write it. I also hope I am wrong. Please tell me why I am wrong. The other day I watched late-night host John Oliver… Continue reading America’s Problem with a Woman President