I should be dead. No kidding, I should be dead. For six years I consumed a lethal cocktail muddled together on a daily basis. My starters included: my all-star pitcher, the stimulant dextro-amphetamine aka Adderall; my opioid triple play Oxycodone, Hydrocodone, and Fentanyl; at clean-up, slugger benzodiazepine aka Clonazepam; and my DH, cyclobenzaprine aka Flexeril. it wasn't that … Continue reading Adderall, Oxycodone, Fentanyl, Hydrocodone, Clonazepam and Flexeril
Category: Recollections
The Troubling Bumbling Bumblebee
Early last week a tip-toeing summer sun behaved like a shy new third grader taking his seat quietly in a room full of strangers. Suddenly a bumblebee tumbled past my nose and into the kitchen. Quite surprised, I stepped through the doorway only to hear the familiar thud-thud-thudding of an insect against a window, … Continue reading The Troubling Bumbling Bumblebee
I Reckon, It Was My Reckoning
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
Question #746 Military Operations
QUESTION: Is the U.S. Military's use of drones equivalent to terorrist groups use of suicide bombers? (understanding that drones are unmanned while suicide bombers are manned).
Has Been’s, Could’ve Been’s, Once Was’s, and Children
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 […]
Going Back pt. 1
I was born a foot this side of the tracks, I joke. My mother had an eighth-grade education. She sat with 30 other kids in a one-room schoolhouse in some no-name farm town in northern Wisconsin. My father achieved a high school education and allegedly a scholarship to Purdue which he forfeited for one hour … Continue reading Going Back pt. 1
The Lonely Art?
Sometimes, when writers gather and discuss their art form, they inevitably start talking about how writing is the lonely art. But I sit there wondering, "Lonely? Don't you hear all the voices from all the people talking about how they like or dislike your work? Writing's not lonely! It's a dialogue, a conversation."
