Memories flung into a harvest time bonfire, an immaculate enforcement of shameless remorse

Reconciliation is but transparent breathing space, twixt hostilities estranged lovers endorse

The waning moon, her closest confidant, the ubiquitous sun her silent nemesis

On a ‘seen better day’s’ hopeless mattress, she favours his sex, not his kiss

The albino girl wearing just one earing, a mere name tag bearing her onetime address

Astride him she rides out the storm of entanglement, dazed violet eyes indisposed to obsess

Picking out a dirge on his wilting heart strings, a heretofore courtly love blasé troubadour

A stock refrain, a pretty poor anthem, for a battle won, though she cares not for the war

She holds the key that locks in his tainted passion, the whitest smile that undoes his cold heart

Recycles confetti for next year’s rainy day wedding, leaving big man, big ego torn apart

(a muse upon a…

Trust me on this, I’m not going to get political in this post, it’s simply a summary of a conversation Studly Doright and I had this afternoon in regard to the Second Amendmendent to the United States Constitution.

First, here’s that amendment:

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”

Normally Studly and I don’t discuss gun issues. We own a couple of guns, but the only time we plan to carry them is when we go to the shooting range to learn which end to hold and which to point.

In other words, we have no plans to run around carrying weapons of deadly force in public. Ours are for snake killng, period.

But there are a whole lot of folks in this country who advocate for open carry of…

17-year-old Gabe is passionate about music and wants nothing more than to host a radio show and talk about music and play his tunes and share his obsession with everyone. He hosts an hour-long midnight show on the local radio station once a week and finds obscure themes for his offerings. He soon has a small but loyal following.

His story is, for all intents and purposes, a typical YA coming-of-age novel: finding his way, wondering about girls, figuring out what comes next after high school. Except Gabe was born Elizabeth.

This is a tough one to review. I have been struggling to put my thoughts into words for a few days; while the execution comes up a bit short, the story is captivating.

Gabe is a great character, comfortable in his knowledge that he is male, but conversely, he expects everyone else to have trouble with it. He feels…

I don’t think love is the answer. I think hate might be.

I get the whole deal about turning the other cheek About hating the sin and not the sinner.

But the politicians who are against universal background checks on all gun sales and who are against a ban on the manufacture and sale of assault weapons in the United States don’t deserve the parsing of their terrible actions from their souls. What they deserve is our hatred.

We are fools to treat this situation as an opportunity for political debate. The reason is this: On the one side you have politicians who are supposed to protect the public health (something they have no problem doing when they tell us how fast to drive and how tightly to be strapped in) but drop their responsibility when it comes to guns.

On the other side, you have the rest of us, the citizens of America…

He grew irritated with their questioning.  They were members of the lamestream media, forever doubting the things he needed to do.

“It’s understandable that some people had to be arrested, but did they have to be shot?”

“They were troublemakers.  They were rioting.  Okay?  This is what happens.  Linda?”

“Do you have anything to say about the 30% unemployment rate?”

“That’s temporary.  That’s only temporary.  Sometimes there needs to be a little pain.  I’m about to bring amazing jobs to this country, believe me.  You have no idea.”

“But how will you do that, when…”

“Okay.  You’re done.  I already told you, honey.  Amazing jobs.  Hey Rick, how are you?”

“I’m doing very well, thank you.  Mr. President, you have increased domestic oil production…”

“We’re drilling everywhere.  Drilling everywhere.”

“…You’ve also removed excessive regulation, making it easier for our corporations to grow.  We’re getting richer by the day.  My question…

I’m beginning to understand why my mother spent so much time pulling weeds.

She pulled weeds in the noonday summer sun. She wore shorts and an elastic halter top, her clip-on sunglasses and sometimes a visor, not always. She waited for it to be hot. It had to be broiling. That’s when she ventured out, sat on our concrete driveway and inched herself down one side and then the other. It was the weeds that grew between the edge of the lawn and the driveway that were her focus.

And she really did focus. Thinking back, she almost seemed hypnotized by the task of pulling the weeds as if pulling weeds was a place she was going rather than a task she was doing.

It took her all afternoon to pull the weeds. And then, I suppose, she had to wait for them to grow back.

For a long…

Let’s get organized for summer.

Kiddos are home all day. Out of school what is a mom to do?

Maybe I can help by sharing some useless trivial knowledge that you might find is not so useless after all.

• Drive in movie night.
  • Take a TV & DVD Player outside. You can throw Blankets on the ground; Mom and Dad may want comfy lawn chairs. Let the kids bring out their beanbag chairs outside.
  • Set up your own concession stand with drinks, make popcorn and grab a pizza. (Don’t forget flashlights.)
  • Make it a triple feature. A fun animated one for the little’s, then one for the Tweens & one for Mom and Dad.
  • You can put the little’s to bed or just let them crash in the yard.
  • One person suggested piling a blow up pool with blankets and pillows. That sounds so fun
• Visit the fire station. You…