I think being KIND is the hardest life lesson I have learned. Why? Because I have a rather sharp edged wit, and a nasty temper I keep hidden. I had to learn kindness the old fashioned way. Obviously, the title to this blog post comes from a Biblical source, Ephesians 4:32. I chuckled after I realized from where the phrase comes from because it was a constant statement my minister grandfather and grandmother would repeat to me, and advise me to remember. “Don’t let the world get you, be ye kind, Continue Reading
I wonder about my mobile phone now …
I was watching the Edward Snowden interview, and I am not sure what to think. But I do remember what I wrote toward the end of the novel, Fishing for Light. I wrote the novel as a satire to simply create a thought provoking read. But the only part that I was quite serious about was the below excerpt from Fishing for Light. It is chilling to me that our government can easily control and inspect our lives in a country that purports to be 'free'. I have no answer to this conundrum, but it causes me Continue Reading
The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein (my favorite book)
As we unpacked our worldly possessions, it was a wondrous moment to rediscover an old treasure. It was not money, silver or gold. It was a book. If I had one book left to read before I closed my eyes for the last time it would be, The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein. Why am I moved emotionally every single time I read the book? If you remember the story, the Apple tree simply gave the boy – everything - limbs, leaves, and fruit, all the way down to being a stump for the old boy to sit on Continue Reading
Hey Kentucky Boy, the bow tie, is it real?
What?! Of course, as you can see from my wondrous author photo, the noted bow tie ensconced beneath my pasty-white mug is quite real, it is color coordinated and I tied it myself. I think every adult male should learn how to tie their own bow tie. But a question was asked, "Dude, you're from Kentucky, why not the - Colonel Sanders type?" (Ha, ha ...) Okay, a fair question, I shall do my best to respond. IF you have read the ending of my current novel, Fishing for Light, you might note Continue Reading
An AP story about a real Mr. Diabolus
After my first novel, Bobby's Socks was published, I had several readers ask me how I came up with such a nasty character, Mr. Diabolus. Unfortunately, they could not believe, or imagine that such a evil human being would not be easily caught, and prosecuted. Of course I got the, "why would you, of all people write a book about child sex abuse and suicide?" If you looked at me, and my pasty-white face and bowtie would you think I was a child abuse victim and had suicidal thoughts growing up and Continue Reading
Kentucky Home – a poem
Kentucky Home - a poem ---------------------- A home in my heart, not so far, far away, though I sleep in the subtropics most nights these days, And whether I am standing on any busy street corner, Or within any concrete jungle, having stood in Shanghai, Tokyo, Paris, and Amsterdam, They do not feel the same to me, for in my heart, I will always be a proud - Kentucky son, So, all I need do to take me home, is just close my hazel colored eyes, And I am … At dawn, my face Continue Reading
Eternal Night – a poem
Since this is the last day of April, and Child Abuse Prevention Month, I decided to share my poem, Eternal Night. The poem in part comes from having a panic attack, feeling trapped and almost losing hope. It is intended to be dark, I Capitalize certain words for emphasis, but like all my poems I am telling a story. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eternal Night Flickering dead stars, black moon Continue Reading
Montrose Madness
Monday had started as a calm spring day in Houston, Texas as Pink Petunia and I were traveling south by two-feet and four-paws toward her new veterinarian’s office. The pet clinic happened to be located along Montrose Avenue, which is a busy, pothole infested, double-lane road shaded by lovely mature oak trees and was segmented by residential side streets that invite the passerby to investigate the transitioning neighborhood within a major metropolis. But on that sunny day we were on a Continue Reading
Childish Dreams – a poem for April
April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month. Well, I was streaming the Boston Marathon this morning and I remembered the face of that little innocent boy that was murdered. And I think in part, from looking at my 3rd Grade class picture it triggered me to remember a poem I wrote several years ago. It is not a perfect poem, I might alter a few words ... but, I don't know. The poem is essentially about a young girl. She lived within a fantasy world to escape reality, in my mind from abuse Continue Reading
3rd Grade Boy
Stare back at me 3rd Grade boy with these same hazel colored eyes, There you are, standing still, wondering about that little girl with brown hair, Fresh faces forever intertwined within the image, black and white, Frozen together from a forgotten spring day, So I closed my eyes searching into my dark past, And I ride a neutrino to heat up the night, And melt the gray memories into perfect sun light, The memories spill forth into a pool full of liquid time, So I leap back without Continue Reading
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