Monthly Archives: April 2017

Stay Woke America

Posted on April 30, 2017 by

There are times in life when you just get so worn down, so tired, so disappointed, so disgruntled that you think you can’t keep going. You just want to stop, get off the hamster wheel and shut out the world. … Continue reading →

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My Favorite Writer

Posted on April 28, 2017 by

If you were to ask me who my favorite writer is, I might be inclined to say something that would impress you with my great literary insight like Hemingway, Keats, Austen, Joyce, or Fitzgerald.  I love them all, but if … Continue reading →

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Why Deny Science?

Posted on April 22, 2017 by

I think I know that answer. It’s hard to admit, being a scientist of sorts.  I’ve studied chemistry, biology, biochemistry, physics.  I admired the way that science layers itself over time, building information and facts one on top of the … Continue reading →

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Golf and the Phallus-y of Trump

Posted on April 17, 2017 by

Sometimes I moonlight over at the Shinbone Star.  They are very gracious to let me hang with such capable and bright journalists and editors, I think they feel sorry for me and let me pretend to be one of them … Continue reading →

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On Writing

Posted on April 14, 2017 by

I think if one considers themselves a writer, they have a deep desire to peck out the great novel on an old fashioned typewriter.  Now this does not mean you are not a writer if you don’t have this desire. … Continue reading →

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Give me Comfort or Give Me….Never Mind, Just Give Me Comfort

Posted on April 8, 2017 by

Torture.  I’ve been thinking about that lately.  Not in a “50 Shades of Grey,” S&M kind of way, either.  If only.   After giving it some thought, I don’t think it would take much to torture me or any other … Continue reading →

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Un-Adult-erated

Posted on April 5, 2017 by

We have a lot of conversations on the way to school in the morning.  Maybe it’s the early morning; we seem to be morning people in this family.  Maybe it’s the twenty minutes uninterrupted by Minecraft or Teen Titans Go … Continue reading →

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