A coda to this series. My father served in the US Army in the 1950′s. He was stationed in Germany, and he visited London in 1957. His departure for his tour leads a series in honor of Queen Eli...
My father served in the US Army in the 1950′s. He was stationed in Germany, and he visited London in 1957. His departure for his tour leads a series in honor of Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamo...
This week, Facebook rolled out a heap of additional changes to their Facebook Pages platform. In the midst of writing my heart out in honor of my Dad, and with all my Facebook page growth indicators ...
It isn’t often that I start a series with a repost, but this one is special. My father served in the US Army in the 1950′s, and he visited London in 1957. His departure for his tour leads...
Cameron D. Garriepy was tagged by Stephanie from My Write Side for the Lucky 7 Meme. Because I am too impatient to wait to be tagged, I tagged myself. Here’s how it works. Go to page 7 or page ...
Read a book. Actually, read THESE books, because these are some of the hardest blogging, most talented writer ladies I know. My friend Cameron D. Garriepy has written TWO available stories, Parallel ...
MTM and I are Luddites. Seriously, we are. We both agreed on it about the time MTM dropped our ginormous box of CD’s, a box I had failed to tape shut during the move. They cascaded down the sta...
This post is part of the America Street series. If the street name rings familiar, it was a song by Edwin McCain back in the ’90s. He took it from a street on Charleston’s East Side. A co...
A little known secret about seasoned travelers? They almost always think they have more time than they do to make their flights. They’re Expert Packers, after all, who were smart enough to stay...
Motoi Yamamoto became fascinated with salt after his sister died of a brain tumor. Armed with a rubber squeeze bottle instead of a brush, he sat on the floor and pumped out a labyrinth that resembled...
In the United States, today is National Bike to Work Day. I woke up this morning to overcast skies that lulled my brain into wanting to participate……only, I work at home, and my bike was ...
It is a fundamental truth of life that females deplore their hair. I’ve never met a woman who cited her tresses as her favorite feature. If our hair is straight, we complain that it’s lim...
Tired of being automatically subscribed to comments on this blog and others? Thanks to Nancy Hatch at Spirit Lights the Way, I now know how to quit getting endless comment notification e-mails from t...
Collected thoughts from a speech I’m giving at my Rotary Club Leadership Retreat today. It applies to life, not just to Rotary. Why do human beings fear passion? Down the tunnel of time, people...
Lou Mello is a regular reader of this blog. For many of you fellow blogger/readers, he also reads your blog. And comments with the voracious appetite of a tiger in the jungle who hasn’t dined f...
In our old house, we had a dishwasher. Actually, we had two. 1. The manufactured-in-1985 model that sounded like the grand finale of a fireworks show on the Fourth of July; and 2. The conceived in 19...
Dreams are shifty, shimmering beings. Absent when I sleep. Stalking me when my eyes are open. My imagination is my waking dream, a piece of me that can infiltrate a conversation and bring it to a hal...
Ah, the things we sometimes do. In my case, I cannot blame it on lack of sleep, or being awake twenty-four hours in a row, or taking so many sleeping pills I lost count or even flying halfway around ...
Having just returned from a Rotary trip to Bangkok, I’m asleep right now. Whenever you’re reading. So, here’s a repost to honor my last big overseas trip with Rotary, a Friendship E...
Welcome to “One Night in Bangkok” the series. Follow me through Hong Kong and Bangkok while I act as my Rotary Club‘s delegate to the International Convention in Thailand, with posts that are titled ...
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