PLEASE NOTE: BnB has 190 posts. I doubt you're going to rummage around in the basement of my blog, so I've decided to bring a handful of posts forward and mention why these are some of my favorites. Like: My Penned Invention of the Pen Invention (because I had fun writing it); or, The Start starring Wile … Continue reading I Reckon, It Was My Reckoning
This post reveals, honestly, a 17 year friendship which devolved into obsessive, horrible, unreciprocated, and misinterpreted friendship with benefits and its eventual declension.
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." - Plato "Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." - Mark Twain "Offer kindness without reward knowing that someone will return that which you offered another." - Henry Van Dyke "You cannot do a kindness too soon, for … Continue reading Kindness Serves the Souls of Strangers
I stopped living My Miracle of Life seven months ago when incantations permitted a glimpse beneath a crust delicate as early winter's creeping ice across a pond; peering deep and deeper still to the depth's of the mind's deep sea trenches only to chance upon a ghostly image, curdled, it confirmed a tiny grid lock whose ID hid … Continue reading Dusk Darkens Days; Night Neglects Nary One
Dr. Culpepper writes in response to my recent post, "Thank You, Doctor." Dear Mr. Mulligan: Medicine is a calling and I suspect that you would have served beautifully in this profession. A real physician does not have a job as a doctor, he or she becomes a doctor. In the process of medical training, one … Continue reading A Comment Worth Mentioning
There was a time, oh, not so long ago that friends Michelle and Peter and Nick would remember that I sat in a chair in a public forum and wept because I never became a doctor. Friends recommended nursing, but on my first day my instructor, wearing one of those origamitized hats mentioned the adjective caring … Continue reading Thank You, Doctor . . .
When I was a child and was literally dragged to Dr. What's-His-Face for an annual check-up (less a check-up and more a ritualistic cadence of tsk, tsk, tsk's) as he poked and kneaded and cold-handedly fiddled with my . . . which backs away from coldness . . . and shy's away from evaluation like … Continue reading When I Was A Boy, A Doctor’s Insight Was Law