Archives - April 2014


Apr. 4

Health Care for Everyone


Health Care Hullabaloo

          My Granddaddy Cozart was a piece of work.  Loveable old fellow that he was, he had some of the worst habits a man could have:  too much whiskey (including moonshine), too much Coca-Cola in the little green glass bottles, too many cigarettes, and a daily dose of fried foods and gravy.  I never saw a leafy green vegetable touch his dinner plate.  After Grandmamma became so ill she couldn’t stand without help, Granddaddy, bless his heart, held her up under her armpits so she could still make gravy for him.  The fact she stood under five feet tall was a benefit to the operation. 

            Granddaddy’s smoking habit was a thing of legend. He claimed he started smoking at the tender age of seven, stealing tobacco and papers from his father’s pockets while he slept ...

Apr. 4

Chicken Little


The Sky Is Falling

Do you remember the children’s story “Chicken Little”?  She is walking through the woods one day when an acorn falls on her head.  “My, oh my, the sky is falling,” she surmises.  “I must run and tell everyone.”  She tells Henny Penny and Ducky Lucky, who believe her even though it is an outlandish claim.  They look up at the sky and it seems perfectly normal, but their friend Chicken Little is certain of it.  The three of them are then convinced by Foxy Loxy, who knows darn well the sky is not falling, that they should come into his den for protection.  They do, but they never, never come out again.

            This story is a perfect analogy for the saga of the Affordable Care Act (ACA), also known far and wide ...

Listening to the whispering pines

Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.

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