Quill Commander Award

Hi All,

Today, I was caught by surprise by a fellow blogger, The Stories In Between with a nomination for the The Quill Commander Award created by Dronstad.

The purpose of this award is to promote patriotism and unify bloggers from different countries through tolerance and appreciation of their nationality.

Unified by our love for writing and reading, this reward is a token of that love.

I want to thank The Stories In Between for his support and nomination. Please take some time to stop by his blog.

The rules:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and post a link of their blog
2. List the rules of the award
3. Post a photo of your National flag and anthem
4. Leave a favorite quote
5. Nominate a few loyal bloggers

(Optional rules: Link the creator of the Award, decorate your blog with the “Dronstad Wings”)

Born in the USA!

Favorite Quote:

The hardest part is to Nominate only 5 Bloggers:

I appreciate everyone who takes the time to blog and read especially, my followers. No disrespect to anyone but, I have chosen these 5 ladies as nominees:




Harotian Essentials



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If my pencil could permanently erase the stress,

in children and adults with no food in their guts,

no money for their needs,


by folks not hearing their pleads,

living in environment unsafe,

hindering life to succeed,

Using all the erasers in the World quickly, it would be erase

and replaced,

back on to the

Too privileged to feel obligated


witnessing the less fortunate struggling,

seeing small children faces starving,

to walk by distasteful clutching wallets,

sending money overseas to hide their accounts in greed,

living for themselves guard and gated, no vision to fix what is obviously inflated.

Yes, the red ink will dry for those folks in Karma.

In the meantime, while imagination escapes to wish a better fate, for the minority hoods and the kind people, who work long hours for good in the communities,

ASK yourself, are you doing what you should, If you could?


Hold on,

keep living


we both been

trapped so long


an enclosed

wicked world

losing many we love,

ripped from our

stitched hearts,

as a perfect part

of our life

prior to

evil transporting DEATH

to condolences.

Don’t give in,

even though we all

carry blood clots of

sin to the thinner veins

in circulation


we choke out of life

I need you here.

Don’t disappear.