Lillian Staats

My faith in humanity was returned!

The people at the Medicaid office, I’m sure, are very dilligent in a rather thankless, never-ending job, and I thank them for their labor.

Just because some doctors were passing out oxycodone like Skittles doesn’t mean they now have to overcorrect and be sadistic overlords.

What is this? Compound interest? A perpetual money hole that I can’t stop because I don’t have the money to pay the interest?

Granted, there are some people who are criminals, born that way. But a lot of folks could benefit, and so could we.

Recently, it took 19 days for me to receive mail from Wasilla, and 14 days for my letter to travel from Palmer to Wasilla.

I do not mean insult to the Republican Party. But the best description of President Donald Trump, to me, is insane.

I hope people remember to pray for the folks keeping our stores open, those cleaning our hospitals and running cabs.

Our lives are too finite to waste in anger or bitterness.

We can do this, people. We should be the coolest state in the union.

I'd rather chew my own arm off than look for work. It kicks up all those strange little insecurities I have. Perhaps it's a little too much like dating. Are my teeth white enough? Are my brows plucked right? Never mind that. Now it's "Is my nose plucked, and that hair on my chin?"