What are we made of?

Some questions that are worth thinking on. Are we wholesome or loathsome? Do we breathe hate? Do we believe that bullying is our birthright, and that we can do so without fear of consequences? Is family our battlefield because we believe it is sacred ground, we can harass, and intimidate because belonging triumphs over rascality? Without self interrogation and reflection correction becomes an obstacle course.

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2026

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