Roxie and the Roach – A Tale of Her-roism

I pride myself on a clean and mostly odor free home  but  despite regular visits by Terminix  I admit to the occasional appearance of a fly or an insect. Yes folks this morning I saw a large roach crawling on my bedroom ceiling. I was not excited and not inclined to get out of bed either. Shortly after the siting however, Roxie jumped on my nightstand, actor – there it was–  the roach which Roxie quickly maneuvered to the floor and dispatched of in a playful fashion. Poor creature never had a chance. Roxie is one of my she-roes.  Had the pleasure yesterday of talking with another one of my,  a wonderful sister friend  who is also a work colleague as well.   Americans owe her (and her colleagues)  for leading the charge on numerous issues,  but this blog respects her anonymity and it’s not about work.  That said she and her husband  raised five foster children.   However, shortly after the last child  graduated high school they had to take in their four grandchildren who were living under rather severe circumstances.  My  friend admits the ups and downs of raising  young children once more sometimes gets to her.   Yet  she and her husband don’t want any publicity or extra attention.  Clearly the reward for her is in the gifts she provides.  Like Roxie,  she is the real deal.