Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef
Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart
Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats
Just go easy on them
Fish or chicken
Try Veggie burgers
Try Fried tofu
Try Eggplant slices
Try tuna or broiled egg
Try turkey or soy links
Try lentils and rice
Try beans (canned or dried)
With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him as much as I did
(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)
Copyright © Stefanie Jones
'Tis so nice at Christmas time to receive a colorful array of cards,
From kith and kin sending their warmest Yuletide regards.
I don't mind receiving bills or a summons to serve on a jury,
But opening a card and finding a Noel letter causes me some fury!
Such missives detail the doings of their entire family tree.
I have no idea who they're talking about - it matters not to me.
Their perfect kids are doing great, earning scholarships to Yale,
Yet there is no mention of one who 'tis well known ended up in jail!
So they bought each of the kids a brand new DTS Cadillac,
And they vacationed at their fancy condo in Fond du Lac,
But no mention that Mom and Dad are due in county court,
To begin bankruptcy proceedings since money has come up short!
Junior is a super-star on the local high school football team.
No doubt he'll be picked for an NFL team - that is his dream.
But no mention that he was quietly benched during mid-season.
He was caught smoking something funny seems to be the reason!
I enjoy receiving traditional cards depicting Santa's ponderous girth,
And especially those telling of the dear Savior's wondrous birth,
But please spare me those inane letters and their gobbledegook!
I'd just as soon relax by the fire and peruse my telephone book!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw
I'm dreaming of one.
Icy winds,downward trend of
Snow falling. Come true.
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown
KEEP OVER-PRICED IN XMAS
to hell with hallmark and their bourgeois cards of greeting
purchased predomantly by husbands who are cheating
while their eyes are fixed on a teenage blonde who wiggles for older men only
as she leaves her high school fling on Christmas day feeling lost and lonely
to hell with macy's and their senile Santa in a cheap suit
to hell with their sales with which veracity has a dispute
i shed no tears for Sears and Roebuck too
and to The Home Depot and it's ilk I say "buck you"
there's fake snow and fake snowballs that will never melt
as Senile Santa loosens his belt and takes another belt
Walmart and K-Mart sell the same damned crap
but at Macy's your brat gets to sit on senile Santa's soiled lap
the ads for toys on television go on ad infinitum
while commercialism and greed become an item
these are all places where Christ and Christmas spirit is defied
and I don't think a really good sale is why my Savior Jesus died
Copyright © jeffry cohan
. We worked it out on paper and realized if we saved our ten cents a week allowance,
it would take years to pay for them, so we decided we needed to get a job. So began our
first enterprise ‘Hal and Elaine’s snow Removal.’
Each day after school we would go door to door offering to shovel the snow from
sidewalks and driveways for a fee of twenty- five cents. Each day we would return home
with our frozen hands clutching a quarter and our minds clutching the visions of those
bicycles as we prayed for snow once again.
Mom had taken a job working from home. Each night she would soak piles of
leather pieces to soften and stretch over balls of twine to stitch together the next day
making a baseball. She was paid five cents for each one that met their standards. Mom
stitched hour after hour, day after day until her fingers bled.
Dad would come home from Camp Borden after many hours of hard labor and
army maneuvers to have supper and make us giggle and laugh with his outrageous stories of
the day’s events. After supper he would leave again returning much later with red and blue
paint stains on his hands and a tired smile on his face.
The days flew by in a blur as we shoveled up and down the streets dreaming of
those bicycles that grew more solid with every quarter we put in our piggy banks. I would go
to sleep each night and ride through towns and cities and over hills and through valleys until
I heard the sound of buoy bells ringing in the harbor.
I would pedal faster and faster, knowing I was almost there. I could see my old
home just down the road. As the bells got louder, I would slowly awake to the truth as the
alarm clock wound down on the night stand. Once again I would head off for school and
stand daydreaming, peering at that gleaming bicycle in the window of the bicycle shop.
Suddenly – Christmas was almost upon us and we needed to buy mom and dad a
present, so we pulled the plug on the piggy bank and tool our loot, a total of four dollars each
continued in part 3.....
Copyright © Elaine George
. Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of
shopping for gifts for people that already have everything, I find myself remembering that
Christmas of 1954.
Dad had joined the army that year and we moved from the East Coast of Canada
to Ontario, leaving behind our extended family and the only home I had ever know in a small
fishing village along the Bay of Fundy.
Now we stood gazing in horror at the rows of ugly buildings sitting on barren land
in the middle of nowhere. This was the housing provided by the army and was a major part
of the wage agreement.
My mother was inconsolable until dad rented us a small apartment over a Chinese
restaurant in downtown Barrie. There was no remuneration by the army for forfeiting the
housing, so it left dad with a very small pay-check
Pay day was once a month and we usually ran out of money in the last week, so,
off we would go to the pawn shop with dad’s prized possession; his short-wave radio, won for
Being kids, we finally adjusted to our new world as we watched the Santa Claus
Parade march below our living room window amid the honking horns, blaring bands and
throngs of people lined along the streets as far as the eye could see as we laughed with glee.
We had seen them on our way to school in the window of the bicycle shop;
gleaming with chrome spokes and handlebars and hand grips adorned with multi-colored
streamers. There I would stand until my feet grew numb from the cold, daydreaming of
riding back to the East Coast. I could actually see the sun glistening on the waves as I raced
along the ocean on the way to grandma’s house. More than once I had to stay after school
for being late.
My brother thought maybe if we were really good, Santa would bring those
bicycles to us. I being the older and therefore the wiser, knew the state of the real Santa’s
affairs and promptly convinced my brother I had heard from a reliable source Santa had a
shortage of bicycles this year and we would just have to earn the money and buy them
Continued in part 2....
Copyright © Elaine George
Red and green
Rojo y verde
Christmas…. The pirate way.
Verde y oro
Green and gold
We’re strong and brave and bold.
Maligayang Pasko! (Filipino)
Giáng Sinh Vui V? (Vietnamese)
We wish you today,
Merry Christmas … the pirate way!
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown
Watching the children play in the snow
And roll a ball to a snowman
Is a joyous sight to see.
School is out for two weeks!
What a merry time
For the children.
A time of
Copyright © Monique Glover
A hush fell o'er the Little Kirk Presbyterian Congregation,
Anticipating the annual Sunday School Christmas presentation.
The solemn flock, (usually obsessed with predestination),
Relaxed in their pews to enjoy Jesus' birthday celebration!
For weeks, moms had fashioned halos, stars and angels' wings,
Also, beards, crowns and robes for the trio of royal kings.
Over and over, harried teachers rehearsed the little dears.
This promised to be the smoothest pageant production in years!
Alas, things didn't go as conceived from the very start!
Kids bawled for Mom and Dad while others forgot their part!
Tho' Cindy Lou could at times be quite the prima donna,
She was chosen to star in the role of Mary the Madonna.
Little angels hovered about, their wings all askew.
The shepherds milled about not knowing what to do.
Joseph toyed with the Jesus doll and it cried, "I want my mama!"
Causing parishioners to titter, detracting from the drama!
The pastor read the Christmas Story from the account in Luke.
The kids harmonized on "Away in the Manger", a propitious fluke!
They portrayed the Christmas Miracle, despite some serious flaws,
And for their efforts received a standing round of applause!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw