Dear Mrs. Donahue (names are changed), Thank you very much for your kind words. I wish I could take credit for my writing style but alas, like my blue eyes, my writing was implanted long before I discovered it. And I doubt that beautiful language is lost on you: my job is to inspire the … Continue reading Replying to a Mother’s Rueful Response
First posted in August 2012 Shame And Regret: The Sting of Social Stigma has more of a wallop five years later than four years earlier. We as a race must get something out of persecuting the disenfranchised and marginalized friends, family's, lovers, idols, and heroes. Maybe we ought to look inside ourselves and find that kernel of fear. … Continue reading Shame and Regret: The Sting of Social Stigma
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
Once I assumed the role of cook a couple of years ago, I planned my menu so that every other day I’d prepare a new meal. The only cookbook I owned was a 1960’s copy of Betty Crocker’s Cookbook. This cookbook was my mother’s, and if you saw it, you’d think Betty Crocker herself passed it […]
Our dog Jenni is a Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier. The Wheaten was bred in Ireland for over 200 years to be an all-purpose farm dog. They share a common ancestry with the Kerry Blue Terrier and the Irish Terrier. In Ireland, they were commonly referred to as the "Poor Man's Wolfhound." The Wheaten was not recognized as a breed in Ireland until … Continue reading Ker-Plunk!
The Truth of your Action often turns to shame which eventually turns to secret(s) which requires evasion and misrepresentations which causes perjury and self incrimination and arrest. The penance in 1928 for this path of omission would be swift, impudent, and ruinous to his sixteen year old daughter's moral character according to Mr. Williams, the father to Miss Williams … Continue reading Conventional Wisdom is an Oxymoron!
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