Author Archives: Nan Mykel

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.

Tid Bit from DianeRavitch from Teresa Hanafin

Former Obama speechwriter (and Mass. native) Jon Favreau wrote, “The crowd at Trump’s rally chanting “send her back” after the President viciously and dishonestly attacked Ilhan Omar is one of the most chilling and horrifying things I’ve ever seen in politics.”

Posted in A mixed bag | Leave a comment

Now Wouldn’t That Be a Nice Miracle?

PRAYER Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my Trump to keep. Shower him with earned acclaim Free him from a past of shame Fill him with a mother’s pride Make him warm and snug inside … Continue reading

Posted in Prayer, Trump Poetry | Leave a comment

Mental Health Is Like A Teeter-Totter–Merbear Re-blog

Originally posted on Merbear's World:
When I called this past Monday about making a psych appointment, I was given two options. Option A: Go to the main campus of the hospital system I’m currently using for my healthcare and…

Posted in A mixed bag | Leave a comment

You Read This-I Can’t Stand To

How a Trojan Horse Project to Rewrite Our Constitution Could Actually Happen if Trump Wins in 2020 Economy for All <info@ind.media> x to me

Posted in A mixed bag | Leave a comment

First Cover of My Book “FALLOUT”

The line at the top of the cover said, “Their State Prison Psychologist was a Survivor,”  and the dream in the middle of the cover read: “My mother and all the children have disappeared and I have not seen them … Continue reading

Posted in A mixed bag | Tagged | Leave a comment

Guess Who Said This…

 “I don’t have a Racist bone in my body! “

Posted in A mixed bag | 2 Comments

The Sink Hole Sunk This Poet

What’s wrong with wearing rose-colored glasses? Face it–it’s hard today to walk without stepping in it. And if you slip and fall–oh my! If only our inner compass could be depended upon, if our creative urges could steer us through … Continue reading

Posted in Reality | Tagged | Leave a comment