Quote of the day; The most important thing. . ..
WHO WON? (Quick Poll)
Last night was an important deadline for many. Blood, sweat and tears, brought many close--and some to success. How did you fair?
To avoid criticism, say nothing, do nothing, be nothing. --Fred Shero
Accomplices To Your Lies
“All readers come to fiction as willing accomplices to your lies. Such is the basic goodwill contract made the moment we pick up a work of fiction.” —Steve Almond, WD
The Epic Struggle
“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” —George Orwell
WE DON’T HAVE A CHOICE –They did.
As war and armed conflict rage around the globe, we who live in relatively peaceful countries, have a lot to remember --and a lot to be thankful for. Between November 9 and November 11, thoughts of the many brave and selfless souls, who have given life and limb for our freedom, will grace our consciousness, and at eleven …
Critical Cubical Crisis
4:30AM -- "Comin' to you, on a dust road. Good lovin', I got a truck load." sang my phone -- "I'm a Soul Man" replied my semi-conscious mind. "Oh crap. Hit phone before sleeping wife hits you." My mind realized, as consciousness burned through my sleepy haze, like the sun would soon do to the …
I Feel, Therefore I Am
I love to feel--to truly feel. Why else are we here, other than to feel, to live, to experience happiness, anger, sadness? Humans flock to concerts, movie theaters, fair grounds and the like -- in droves. Why? Because they want to feel. People want to feel the range of emotion they don't get during routine …
A LETTER TO COFFEE
That was a really great letter.
It conjured up a lot of feelings I have, and have had. Recently, I had a …let’s say, a cardiac episode. One of the things my doctor–instructed–me to do was, remove caffeine from my diet. Until that time I was enjoying three large coffees a day. Mmmm, to hear it gathering in your cup, to embrace it with both hands, hold it to your chest in a tiny hug, and breath in it’s intoxicating aroma. That’s not an easy thing to give up. Like you, years ago, I corrupted her, with lactates and sweeteners, but once I accepted her–completely–I learned to enjoy …no, appreciate. Nope …savor. Maybe relish? Ahhh …revel in her full, black, unadulterated beauty.
Several flavors of tea tried to take her place for the next few months, but paled in comparison. I thought, for a second, that Bengal Spice tea could help me through the pain of my loss. Her spicy aroma was formidable, even sexy, but fleeting.
Alas, my transitory affairs with …tea, did not last, and I am back with my true love.
I really enjoyed it …to the last drop. Cheers!
Make yourself comfortable at the dining room table. Take a seat. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble, so relax your steaming breath. I have so much to tell you.
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