One Love — #WATWB


Yesterday was Thanksgiving, arguably the best holiday of the year if you live in the States, a time to put aside our differences and give thanks for the many blessings that have been bestowed upon us.  My kids were all home, sleeping under the same roof for the first time since the last holiday, always a bonus and enough to buoy me for weeks after.

The day felt like a living thank you note to the universe and I moved through it with a full heart, grateful for the many moments I often take for granted:  the first sip of coffee; the gym where my daughter and I punched and kicked our way through an hour of body combat (not with each other — it was a group fitness class); to the healthy smoothies I made after the gym that didn’t even taste like they had spinach in them (!); to the food prep for 25, a mixed-media of friends, family, and significant others who chose to spend Thanksgiving with us, lining tables that spilled out from the dining room into the living room; to the lovely meal which I enjoyed slowly for a change, preferring conversation to running around and making sure everything was just so; to the lingering conversation after dinner over Proper No. Twelve (Conor McGregor’s new Irish Whiskey) while planning the venue for the next holiday (it’s good to think ahead); for the time spent in front of the fire with the kids, watching a movie; to the last moments before sleep, holding my husband’s hand in the dark, whispering words of gratitude for this often crazy, chaotic, confusing, often amazing and always on purpose life of ours.

All of which leads me to today’s #WATWB, a story about Koolulam, “a social musical initiative aimed at strengthening the fabric of society.”  Their tagline is:  Singing is Believing.

On June 14, 2018, Koolulam gathered 800 people — Christians, Jews, and Muslims, at the Tower of David Museum in Jerusalem.  It was Eid al-Fitr, the last night of Ramadan, the Muslim month devoted to fasting and introspection.  Tickets to participate in the event sold out in 7 minutes.

The singers were separated into sopranos, altos, and baritones; they started rehearsal at midnight and spent 45 minutes learning their parts to sing Bob Marley’s, “One Love.”   By 3:30 a.m., they had completed five takes of the song.

One love…

One heart…

Let’s get together and feel alright.

I dare you not to be moved by the finished product.

Today is the last Friday of the month, and I am sharing this good news story as part of the #WATWB — We Are the World Blogfest.


This month’s cohosts are: Damyanti Biswas , Lizbeth Hartz, Shilpa Garg, Peter Nena, Simon Falk

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pam lazos 11.29.19

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Courtesy shrinks from the state of the world’s manners.  Just the other day she was taking the train into work.  The hustle of the early morning commute can be jangly after a weekend spent drinking her early morning coffee while still in yoga pants, but as always she tries to see the bright side.  Today, she is shocked to see, some yards ahead, a pregnant woman jostled to the point of falling by fellow travelers eager to get to their destination.  The pregnant woman lies flat on her back, her belly bump soaring upward like a giant hill,  the fellow passengers scurrying past without stopping to offer a hand in support.  One man steps over her — quite the feat given the size of her belly bump — mumbling “sorry” as he runs off to catch his train.  By the time Courtesy got there, the pregnant woman was on her feet, brushing detritus from her clothes.  Courtesy put a hand on her arm in a show of support; there was nothing else to do.

Courtesy believes in wearing people down with kindness.  “It’s free,” she says, so why not give it away?  A little thrill runs through Courtesy every time she sees someone hold a door open, “proof,” she says, “that people are not savages.” 

Courtesy never misses an opportunity to tap the brakes in traffic — it reduces that suffocating feeling of the cars closing in on her.  She never yells at other drivers even when they do something rude.  Why add more rage to a world already drowning in it?  Courtesy waits her turn for a right on red, especially when oncoming traffic has the green.  When someone cuts in front of her because they saw a three-second opportunity to sneak in, Courtesy always wonders what those people are going to do with their extra three seconds. 

Courtesy stops and talks to her neighbors when she sees them even if she has a lot to do at home and not a lot of time for chatting.  She realizes that relationships matter, not just digital relationships, but the face-to-face stuff; it’s the glue that holds a community together and she prefers to be part of the solution, not the problem.

Courtesy likes to plant trees so future generations can enjoy the comforting shade and the bounty of clean air that trees provide.  She doesn’t mind that she won’t be around to see the trees when they are full-grown because somebody else planted the trees that she now enjoys and paying it forward is one of her favorite things, her gift to the future.

Courtesy throws her trash in a trash can, takes her recycling to the recycling center, and shuts off the light when she leaves a room, always conscious of conserving energy.  Courtesy realizes she wears people down with her optimism, but she doesn’t mind it at all since it’s part of being courteous. 


If you read my original post about The Twelve Virtues of the Merchant Priests, as suggested in the book, Sacred Commerce, my goal was to reflect upon and write about the 12 virtues discussed in the book — honor, loyalty, nobility, virtue, grace, trust, courage, courtesy, gallantry, authority, service, and humility — once a month for an entire year.  The 12 virtues of the merchant priest “automatically lift us to a higher octave of being,” something today’s world is in dire need of, I believe. While I may have missed my once-a-month goal, I’m determined to finish the list even if it takes a couple years. 

Thanks for reading.

pam lazos 11.24.19


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Burn Your Maps


As most writers are, I’m an avid reader that adores a good story and while books are my first love, movies are a close second.  So when I watch a movie that moves me the way Burn Your Maps did I want to tell the world.  For the sake of full disclosure, I read a couple of reviews online that were not nice which left me wondering if I had watched the same movie as those critics, but having taken a turn at screenwriting (six and counting), I’m going go with the theory that the critics in this instance have never written anything of their own other than, well, criticism.  So let’s dive in. 

Burn Your Maps (2016; released 2019), is an adventure comedy-drama — so stand down all you haters who think that every movie should be on the level of Casablanca —directed by Jordan Roberts, based on a short story by Robyn Joy Leff, and starring Vera Farmiga (Alise), Jacob Tremblay (Wes), Suraj Sharma (Ismail), Ramón Rodríguez (Batbayer), Virginia Madsen (Victoria) and Marton Csokas (Connor).

 The story starts with the parents, Alise and Connor (Farmiga and Csokas) in a psychologist’s office; they refer to their psychologist as the barefoot lesbian since she never puts shoes on.  They are there because of the huge transformational changes rumbling through their family due to the loss of their youngest child, the kind of trauma that leaves emotional scars which can last lifetimes. 

Their son, 8-year old Wes, channels his grief in a strange, yet compelling way:  he believes he was born in the wrong place and that his real life is as a Mongolia goat herder.  At first, it’s cute, watching Wes dress up like a Mongol goat herder for Heritage Day at school, but when Wes’s behavior escalates to the abnormal, the already tense emotional tenor of the house fractures even more distinctly.  This family is barely holding it together.

 Alise teaches English to immigrants and one day, Wes attends class with his mother.  He meets Ismail, an Indian immigrant who feels the American dream has failed him (an idea that has become more predominant in today’s immigration-unfriendly America), something he expresses when he reads his letters to home assignment to the class.  A series of interactions between Wes and Ismail, a wanna-be filmmaker, occur in the days that follow which leads Ismail to start a crowdfunding page for Wes so he can travel to Mongolia and realize his dream of being a goat herder while Ismail tags along to film the whole thing.

 Did I mention that Wes was 8?

Wes’s dad, Connor, a bit of a micro-manager, freaks out when he discovers this and takes it out on Alise, but Alise sees something else in her son’s desire and, following her intuition, sets out for Mongolia with Wes and Ismail in tow.

Mongolia’s ruggedly beautiful landscape is its own character, landlocked as it is between Russia to the north and China to the south.  Populated for the last 40,000 years, Mongolia is home to horse-riding nomads and goat herders who roamed the open plains since at least 3,500 BC.  Mongolians nomadic history affords them a quiet strength — the country experiences short summers and long, cold winters with temperatures as low as -13 degrees Fahrenheit — reinforced by their lifestyle and housing choices.  While some portion of the population has found apartment dwelling a good fit, most Mongolians prefer yurts (known as a ger in Mongolian) to brick and mortar, a good fit for the arid climate, and something that allows Mongolians to retain aspects of their original nomadic identity even in the 21st century.    

None of that was explained in the film, a shame, I think because the best films educate as well as entertain us.  In addition, I do wish the filmmakers would have delved more deeply into the realm of reincarnation, something the Mongolians as a predominantly Buddhist country believe in, as do many people in India, home to four of the world’s major religions, including Buddhism and Hinduism.   Other than a short discussion between Ismail and Wes about reincarnation, there was nothing much more said until the end, a missed opportunity and one that would have also served as a way to explain why Wes felt such an affinity with goat herding and could ride a horse with skill and abandon even though he had never sat on a horse before.

Even these missteps didn’t dampen my enthusiasm for this rare gem of a film.  There is a scene where Wes is riding a horse and one of the locals calls him a name in Mongolian — something I didn’t catch — but the meaning was “something that knows what it wants.”  Unlike so many of us, Wes knew exactly what he was looking for, in his case, some validation of the feeling that this was a life he had lived before, and that spirits, especially those of babies that are taken from us too young, live on, too.  That Alise had the strength of her own spirit to let him follow his heart was the truly incredible part of the story.  How many parents would let an 8-year old lead, but in doing so, their fractured family found a way to be whole again.

It is unusual that a single experience could change your life so dramatically that you become something much different than you were before more so because we as a species are usually too afraid to allow ourselves the initial experience.  Yet, everything we encounter changes us on some level so when the experience is profound the change must be, too, right?  

But really, it’s the small steady changes we make from day-to-day that have the greatest effect on us overall.  Perhaps today you’ll take a walk and have a talk with a loved one instead of burying yourself in social media or write a few things down that you’d like to see happen over the next year or so, or make a plan for your life’s work for the next decade.  Perhaps today you’ll make a date with yourself to figure out what exactly it is that you want — for breakfast, your life, or the next 24 hours — and to figure out a way to get it. 

We all owe it to ourselves and our lives to cut through the relentless noise and hurry of our days and figure out what it is we came here to do.  Burn Your Maps reminds us that the only real guidance system we need is our intuition and our ability to say yes.

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One Pill Makes You Larger


One Pill Makes You Larger

The other night I was in the kitchen paying bills while my husband was in the living room watching TV.  I could hear what he was watching, a backdrop to my myriad tasks of writing checks (yes, some of us still do that), packing my lunch and prepping the coffee pot for the next day, and the noise that rose above all others — more than fast food commercials, money managers, travel ads and toys for kids — were the drugs.  Over and over, during every commercial break, drugs, drugs, drugs.  

We live in the truly miraculous age of modern science and today’s drugs have saved millions of people from all kinds of terrible ills, so drugs are a good thing, right?  

Well, the answer is complicated.  

We have an adverse relationship with pain.  We don’t want to feel it, know it, or even be in the same room with it.  We want a pill for the slightest inconvenience because life is stressful and we need to keep moving plus the lure of wonderland is strong.  As children, we were soothed by our parents, but as adults, we’ve learned to self-soothe:  alcohol, recreational drugs, excessive TV-watching, shopping, over-sleeping, over-exercising, whatever it takes to make the hurt go away.  

Do you feel stressed?  There’s a pill for that.  Can’t sleep?  There’s a pill for that.  Are you overweight because the nutritive value of the food being peddled in this country is terribly, abysmally, horrifically low and you have to supplement your diet just to have the strength to get out of bed in the morning?  We’ve got pills.  Do you have heartburn?  Headache? Arthritis?  Low energy?  Cancer?  Pills, pills, pills.  Do you need to stay awake to study, or drive or even watch TV?  We’ve got a zillion pills for that.  Are you depressed?  There are pills galore, everything to manage your symptoms with a host of side effects that could bring Attila the Hun to his knees, but nothing, sadly, to treat the actual disease.  

At the center of modern culture lies a pill-popping epidemic that has left us withering on the vine.  

Then there are the opiates.  Average Joe’s, moms and dads, college kids, seniors citizens, all addicted to opiates like Oxycontin, Vicodin, and heroin.  Oxy is a synthetic form of morphine, an opiate and the kind of drug they give cancer patients and the terminally ill.  If someone says morphine to me, I ask how long they have to live.  Heroin — also an opiate — usage among the middle class has been on the rise for years.  In Pennsylvania, the state where I live, 10 people die each day from substance abuse.  Shocking, right?  

There is no longer a profile when it comes to addictive drug behavior in America.

So how did we get here?  And why did it become okay to prescribe opiates by the bushel to people who weren’t dying when a little THC and some physical therapy may have done the trick?

Part of the problem is the hyperkinetic nature of our lives and our constant need to wind down from our days.  A nice glass of wine with dinner, especially after a long day, is a delight, but when it becomes a bottle, it’s the very definition of addiction:  a repeating behavior that one feels incapable of changing.  No finger-pointing here. I like wine as much as the next guy, but when does it become alcohol abuse?  And what happens when a bottle of wine is not enough to numb the pain?

Meanwhile, everything about the 21st century is amplified:  bigger, better, more expansive and expensive which would be great if you were talking about vacations, time with family, and maybe more time for self-discovery, but sadly, it means more work hours, more social demands, and more Netflix — I’ll admit an addiction — resulting in less time for sleep, rest, or focusing on our loved ones.  The frenetic pace of life combined with a panoply of choices and decisions leaves more to do with less time than ever.  

So what does that mean for the human spirit?  Are we out of explorable frontiers or impossibly large mountains to climb?  Of amazing achievements that test the boundaries of all we seem to know?  Or must we resort to drugs to get our thrills? Maybe it’s time to ask.

Meanwhile, the most beautifully self-aware part of us is our bodies.  If you have a headache, perhaps your body is telling you that you are denying some part of your individuality. Do you have a cold?  Maybe you’re working through some sadness.  Hips hurt?  Are you having trouble pivoting?  

Yet how can we ever remedy the underlying cause if we immediately numb the symptomatic result?  The answer is obviously, we can’t, and maybe we want it that way.

To my knowledge, they’ve yet to make a pill for self-awareness.  Sometimes a little pain, a little cough, a little soul-searching as to the cause of the symptom allows self-awareness to shine through.  What makes your Soul hum the way feeding your addiction does and how can you get more of it?  I invite you to look inward, to take a few quiet moments to peek into your Soul and listen for the answer.  One small step now may lead to an ultimately satisfying life.  

You owe it to yourself to try.

pam lazos 11.10.19


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Rounded Up, But Definitely Not Ready


Rounded Up, But Definitely Not Ready

The first verdict came in August 2018 when a San Francisco jury told Monsanto that it had to pay $289 million in damages to a Dewayne Johnson who developed non-Hodgkins lymphoma after years of spraying large quantities of Roundup, the most widely used herbicide in the world, on the grounds he was keeping.  (The verdict was reduced to $78 million on appeal, but additional appeals are in the works.)  

In March 27, 2019, another San Francisco jury awarded $80 million to a 70-year old California man who had been using Roundup to spray his 56-acre property for approximately two decades; he also contracted cancer.  On May 13, 2019, a California jury awarded $2 billion to an Alameda County couple who both got non-Hodgkins Lymphoma from using the product.  In October, a scheduled trial in St. Louis, a class action with over 4,000 plaintiffs, was postponed pending a shot at mediation.  

I’d say Monsanto has a problem.  

So, how did they get here?  

Monsanto developed glyphosate in 1970, but quickly realized that it killed everything it came in contact with, not just weeds, but crops, too — really not the best way to market a weedkiller. Still Monsanto continued developing glyphosate because of what the company considered to be glyphosate’s environmental friendliness, i.e., the product broke down into carbon dioxide [there’s way more in the atmosphere than we need, and it leads to climate change], phosphoric acid [made from phosphorous which is good for strong bones and teeth, but take too much in and it has the reverse effect] and ammonia [caustic in its concentrated form and listed as an extremely hazardous substance in the U.S.].  

I’d say Monsanto’s definition of friendly is suspect.


First used as an herbicide for rubber trees in Malaysia and then for wheat in the U.K., today Roundup is applied to over 100 crops, accounting for 276 million pounds of product in the environment every year and about 10% of the company’s revenue stream.

Even if you don’t live in a farming community as I do, odds are you’ve heard of RoundUp which, by the early 1980s, was flying off the shelves like it was the answer to world hunger.  Yes, it does allow for a formidable crop with fewer losses to weed infiltration, but there was this thing with the residue left behind in soils that no one was talking about.


Glyphosate works by blocking the uptake of proteins a weed needs to grow.  Okay, so far, so good, but Roundup also contains polyethoxylated tallow amine, or POEA, a surfactant, which means it’s a compound that lowers the surface tension between a liquid and whatever it comes in contact so that the liquid can spread more easily across a solid surface, but remember, it’s also a weed killer so when the rains come and the RoundUp heads off to the river, it’s going to kill all the aquatic resources with which it comes into contact.


The Roundup products created by Monsanto, the “inert” additions may be toxic to humans and the environment in a way that glyphosate alone is not, causing disruption of the endocrine system as well as fetal developmental impacts, chromosomal damage, and impacts to the liver and kidneys following persistent low-dose exposure from drinking water.  Glyphosate persists in food products for up to two years and —as if the news couldn’t get any worse — destroys the soil microbiota that feeds healthy plants.

Compromised soils could take years to return to their productive nature.     To be considered organic, a farmer has to have used no “prohibited substances” such as pesticides and herbicides for three years, since, in the organic farming world, those products are not natural and are considered to mess with various human systems over time, not just through the ingestion of food but through the air and water as well. 

In addition, no one really understands how a suite of chemicals to which we may be exposed on a daily basis when gathered as one in the human body, will react or retaliate against that body.  Combine Roundup with Roundup Ready seeds (GMOs) and it’s a recipe for a host of diseases caused by the ingestion of nutrient-deficient foods that also kill the good bacteria living in our guts.  BTDubs, good bacteria are the friendly ones that keep you healthy.

According to Beyond Pesticides, “disturbing the microbiota [in the soil] can contribute to a whole host of “21st century diseases,” including diabetes, obesity, food allergies, heart disease, antibiotic-resistant infections, cancer, asthma, autism, irritable bowel syndrome, multiple sclerosis, rheumatoid arthritis, celiac disease, inflammatory bowel disease, and more.  The rise in these same diseases is tightly correlated with the use of the herbicide glyphosate, and glyphosate exposure can result in the inflammation that is at the root of these diseases.”

So what does that mean?  It means Roundup is killing us slowly, and because the cause and effect are spaced pretty far apart, we haven’t even noticed it yet — that is, until now.

Sadly, it’s not just the RoundUp that’s messing with our health.  Today, you would be hard-pressed to find any corn, soybean or cotton grown in the U.S that has not been modified to react more agreeably with Roundup so even if you used all your superpowers to make sure you didn’t ingest the stuff, somehow, you’re still going to get it.  Like the Evil Empire, Monsanto had hoped to take over the Ag world.

In June 2018, the German pharmaceutical behemoth that gave us products such as neonicotinoids and other crowd favorites purchased Monsanto in a $66 billion merger. You may recall from a previous post that neonicotinoids have contributed to the decimation of the bee population.

For decades preceding the merger, Monsanto had done its best to convince farmers, regulators, and the general public that Roundup was safe despite growing evidence to the contrary which is probably one of the reasons it landed the number 16 spot on the list of America’s most-hated companies. And also why Bayer decided to ditch Monsanto’s name, one that had been around for over a hundred years.  

No hard feelings guys. Business is business.

“The 290-odd studies, reports, memos and letters that USEPA used to register glyphosate were generated or submitted by Monsanto. These reports were neither published nor peer-reviewed. Many of these documents are still not available for review by the public or scientists as the company claims these are trade secrets.” 

Over and over, Monsanto used a tried and true game plan.  The tobacco companies used it.  The pharmaceutical companies used it. The oil companies used it (check it:  Exxon is being sued for duping the public about how its product contributed to climate change).  And as it turns out, Monsanto’s been using it all along by supporting the company hacks who skewered the science in Monsanto’s favor and harassing the scientists who truthfully analyzed the data.  

What is the game plan, you ask?  

Inject doubt.  

Promote outrage. 

Obfuscate the truth.

Throw enough crap against the wall and it’s not only spaghetti that sticks. 

Monsanto has always been the biggest bully on the playground, selling seeds that had a one-time use, assuring the farmers would be back the next year to buy seeds again, and suing the farmers who had not purchased their seeds, but had experienced the errant corn stalk or soybean plant growing on their property after the wind blew a few seeds their way.  Monsanto credo was exactly the opposite when it came to the sustainability of planting heirloom seeds, carefully harvested from last year’s crop.  How could Monsanto control the entire market with their GMO seeds, a Frankenstein whose offspring could not reproduce, if the farmers had control of their own seeds?  As such, they forced farmers to buy Monsanto’s seeds year after year, decade after decade at great cost to them.  

I’d say Monsanto’s merger with Bayer was a match made in heaven.

The good news is that even though a USGS study found the majority of waterways in 38 states do contain Roundup, there was not much in the groundwater, likely because Roundup attaches itself so heartily to soils.  So how does it get in the water, you ask?  Well, during heavy rainfalls, soil runoff, a/k/a erosion takes not just the soil, but the glyphosate bound to it off to the river where it eventually joins the sediment on the bottom of the river.  Glyphosate has a 70-day half life, but it is extremely toxic to aquatic plants, fish and invertebrates.

Back to groundskeeper Dewayne Johnson who has a much shorter lifespan thanks to Monsanto.  At trial, the prosecution presented evidence that Monsanto heard the warning bells as early as the 90’s, but rather than pull the product and take time to reformulate it into something safer, Monsanto doubled-down and rewrote the story in such a way as to inject doubt into the narrative, despite all evidence to the contrary, demonstrating that Monsanto knew of the danger.

But it’s not just Dewayne Johnson, or the couple in Almeda County or the man in San Francisco, or the 4,000 plaintiffs, it’s also you and your children and their children and our waterways and the very food we eat, food that goes to the heart of how our bodies can live and breathe and move in the world.  It’s all of us being held hostage by corporations and a world of nutrition that looks nothing like the food our grandparents ate, food that has been so modified it may not even be food anymore. 

Instead of profits over people, how about let’s go with the three P’s of people, planet, and profit.  Everyone wants to make money, but you can’t eat it, right?  Time to tell Monsanto and Bayer to get their chemical residue out of our food and water so we can all enjoy a healthy meal.  

It’s literally the only way that we are going to survive, and thrive, throughout the 21st century and beyond.

pam lazos 11.3.19

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And Then, Something Wonderful Happened…

And Then, Something Wonderful Happened…

Have you noticed the level of crazy in the world has grown exponentially over the last few months?  And that’s an increase over the crazy of the last few years.

Right now, there are protests going on around the world in Hong Kong, Chile, Indonesia, France, Peru, Haiti, Lebanon, Syria, Iraq, Israel, even the Netherlands, and more if you count the climate change protests that happened last month, and while each group is protesting for different reasons, at heart, they are all looking toward the same thing: an improved way of life.

But, you say, this is the #WATWB Friday.  We don’t want to hear about world protests and climate change sagas.  We want some good news.

To which I reply, okay then, here it is, as reported by mbglifestyle — mbg for mind, body, green — and that is, 19 good things to happen for the planet so far in 2019.  Ready?  Here they are:

Regeneration; plastic pollution ban; plastic bag ban; children leading the way on climate change; Puerto Rico goes renewable; reusable packaging; “Park” prescriptions; carbon-neutral online shopping; Yosemite National Park in the spotlight; solar and wind gain in popularity; upgrading the ingredients we put into our bodies; Burger King’s meatless burger; fashion resale retail on the rise; Finland phases out coal; NYC’s meatless Mondays; electric ride-sharing; 17 million more trees to be planted; U.S. National Parks for the win; and a gorgeous magazine devoted to climate change!

This list was compiled way back on Earth Day, April 22, so imagine how much more has happened since then.

And there you have it, cultural change one protest, one company, one idea at a time.  We can’t be worried about tracking dirt into the foyer while the rest of the house burns to the ground — which seems to be the concern, the foyer, that is, of practically all governments everywhere — can we?  So let’s get busy supporting all these new initiatives for a cleaner, greener us.

As Abraham-Hicks says in Ask and It Is Given, “there’s never a crowd on the leading edge.”  But, oh how wonderful it can be when the crowd catches up and a real cultural shift occurs?

That’s where we are now, people, as chaotic as it may seem on a day-to-day basis — on the verge of a cultural shift.  Just keep on changing one old outdated idea at a time and know that it’s going to work out.

And then, something wonderful happened.  We all came to our senses and lived our best lives.  All of us.  Together.

It’s the last Friday of the month and that means it’s time for the We Are the World blogfest, #WATWB.

Welcome to this month’s #WATWB, a monthly good news trip around the world.  May we all be energized and rejuvenated by the good news.  If you’re interested in joining our Blog Hop, the guidelines follow:

1. Keep your post to below 500 words;

2. Link to a human news story on the last Friday of each month that demonstrates love, kindness, humanity, support, open-mindedness, you know, that kind of stuff, but no proselytizing, preaching or inconsiderateness toward others;

3. Post on the last Friday of the month in sharing the good news.  No story is too big or small;

4. Place the WE ARE THE WORLD Badge on your sidebar and help spread the word on social media. Tweets, Facebook shares, G+ shares using the #WATWB hashtag through the month most welcome;

5. Read and comment on others’ posts, play nice, and make friends;

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Thanks for reading.

pam lazos 10.25.19




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New Beginnings

[all photos:  Cape May, New Jersey, by yours truly]

New Beginnings

They say every day is a new beginning.  What if you, like the earth, could start anew…


a clean slate…

a chance to fly with the tree swallows…


or the gulls…

to shimmer like the sun on the water…

hugging the horizon for a time only to rise and run across the sky…

What if?

Yesterday’s gone.  Today’s rainbow awaits.  Go lasso it.  It’s yours for the asking.

pam lazos 10.21.19


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