It’s that awful grown-up thing. The one where you have to be practical and consider others before yourself. It’s that thing that makes you stop and realize that you cannot always do everything you want. It’s the thing that reminds you that you have to pay your bills.

The ongoing story of the octuplets born in California to a single mom who already has six other very young children is breaking my heart. She is living with her mom. She has no source of income. She doesn’t have a college degree. The only thing she receives every month is almost 500 dollars in food stamps. And yet, she asserts that she won’t be a welfare mom. She thinks she’s going to be able to go back to school and get a degree. Exactly who does she think will watch the children while she does that? For that matter, how is she going to pay for school when she can’t even pay rent or buy food? Her answer seems to be that she is going to take web donations on her website. Wonderful, maybe this isn’t government welfare, but it’s still welfare. She is still depending on someone else to pay her bills, buy her children’s food.


It wouldn’t have brought eight more children into a life where she already struggles to support six. Responsibility would have been to wait to have any more children until she had a degree or job that would support them. My heart aches for these children, because their mother has chosen a selfish route that places her own desires for more children above the well-being of the kids she already has.


~The Countess~


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I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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