a poem for the cavemen

Sticks and branches were not enough,

     the big cats and other beasts 

had learned the bluff;

other groups had big sticks, too.

And in their natural state,

     rocks just would not do.

Then like magic,

           the flint breaks away

     and with it some of the darkness

          and the fear.

There was an edge now to our being,

     like new found claws or tiger jaws,

     weapons we learned to hold dear.

From then on rock pounded rock, 

     with a purpose and a plan.

Art was born and moved us along;

     thoughts turned inward now

the birth of man.

The search for god, meaning and a plan.

From the flint was born,

     the bulls at Lascaux, a father for fire,

dreams of angels, fat  man and little boy.

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved

ou , segundo a sasha, seria SENA ?

I remember wrapping him in swaddling clothes and lying him in a crib.  The midnight feedings, his first steps, our rocking chair.

I remember the joy and chaos of life with an infant.   The schedule changes, his tiny smile, our time together when the rest of the house was empty.  And silent.

I remember him, forever, as my baby.

~

But tonight I’m starting to see that the baby has officially hit the half-way mark to 8, noted by his infatuation with dirt bikes, snowboards, and basically, any kind of sport that gives me ulcer-inducing nightmares of him cracking all his teeth out of his head and possibly suffering a minor concussion.

He has opinions about what he wears, whether the temperature deems wearing an actual jacket [he counts fleece-lined sweatshirts as being good enough], and now, he cares about his hair.

His dad and I don’t mind this new burst of independence, although his cowlicks and course mop make the carefree J.Crew-kid hairstyle an impossibility.  Instead, we bargained: He may grow out the top of his hair, but the sides have to stay trimmed to avoid any confusion between his ‘do and a bonafide helmet.

The compromise is working.  It’s also making his look so old. And quite tough. Like a dirt bike rider or a snowboarder.

I’m guessing that’s what he wanted.

Funny, though, how a mother’s heart most often repaints her landscape with a retrospective lens.  Because to me, he’ll always be my sweet little boy.

- ready for what?, he asked back.
- i’ve finally fixed your story.
- it didn’t need fixing.
- just listen.

“Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He was tall, goodlooking and brave like all the other little boys of once-upon-a-time-stories, but there were times when he didn’t feel like someone special. On those days, he’d wake up feeling… ordinary. No, not ordinary, average. Just another grain of sand on the beach, nothing spectacular at all.”

- you didn’t fix anything! it’s pretty much exactly what i said!
- listen.

“Fastforward. And then one day he met her. She was nothing like he’d imagined, but that made her even more amazing. She carried bubble mixture on her, and when she got tense she blew bubbles. She didn’t get angry or scared like everyone else did when he drove a little crazy – instead, she laughed. She read poetry, and she read it to him. She always looked beautiful, but she didn’t worry about her clothes or her appearance like all the other girls he knew. She looked at him when he told her a story, and she’d focus so carefully on what he was saying, that he felt as if he was the most interesting person in the world. When they walked next to each other, their hands would swing side by side, and he’d make sure that every now and then, they’d touch. And when she smiled at him, he knew that he was King of the World. “

- when she breaks his heart, it’s going to be even worse now. and she is still going to break his heart, you know.
- wait.

“One day, they were sitting on a park bench underneath a huge old oak tree, when he decided to tell her that he really was just average. He had to be sure she understood. She turned to him as he started speaking in a low, soft tone, but when he finished, she said nothing. He hadn’t been able to look at her while he was talking, but eventually he looked up because the silence frightened him. She reached out her hand, and gently, so sweetly, stroked his right cheek with her thumb. Just once. Then she let her hand drop, and they carried on sitting there, just looking at each other. But in that one gesture, he knew that everything was going to be all right.

“But what about her, you ask? She’d also been looking for him. Sometimes when she was at a party, she’d feel a bit lost halfway during the evening, no matter how amazing the evening was. Sometimes when she was with her friends, she felt as though there was someone missing. But being with him, she always felt as if she was in the right place, with the right person. She loved that she could talk to him about anything, and that he asked questions to show that he’d been listening. He made up stories for her. He let her sit with her feet up on the seat, even at posh restaurants. He got lost on the way to parties, so that they could spend just a little bit more time together. He didn’t let her win the whole time, like everyone else did, but would argue with her about important things. And so, when they walked next to each other, their hands would swing side by side, and she’d make sure that every now and then, they’d touch.”

- what are you doing? now her heart’s also going to get broken! with my version, at least it happened quickly, and only to one person.
- sure. but life is full of carnage. now at least, we understand a bit more about our little boy and little girl.

Originally I was planning on doing this post this weekend as the culmination of a weeks worth of play and events, but as a few of you read earlier this weekend threw a wrench into the current set of gears so we could go back to the older familiar ones.

It appears this past Friday marked one of the last days as me in the dedicated role of little boy for some time to come. It also ended up being one of the few times  I was given a sexually oriented task. I was told by Mommy to play with some of the dildos we have but not to climax. After I was to use a plug and keep it in until she came home from work before my shower. I did the first part with little trouble and looked forward to staying plugged all day for her. My body, on the other hand, didn’t want to keep either of the plugs I can fit. They’re the black vinyl ones you can get almost anywhere.

The problem was the stem. It’s only a little smaller than the widest point on the plug so it slid out easily. I’ve had no trouble with bullets for extended periods so that’s the only thing I could think of. I suggested and she approved moving on to another toy, the Smartballs by Fun Factory. Originally we had gotten them for her, but she could never really feel them while they were in so I decided to try them.

It was a bit of a stretch to get them in, but once they were I was comfortable and enjoyed the bit of rattling I felt when I walked or when I was sitting and bouncing my leg like I do so often. I loved it so much I couldn’t wait until she made me wear them out in public. That was, until it came to removal time. They came out easily enough, but here we are 3 days later and a particular aroma is still clinging to them.

After much talking with @thursdays_child over at Sex and Shoes [I think the site is down, sorry] I’ve decided I’m going to fork over the money for an Njoy Pure Plug. It definitely seems like the best choice for extended wear. I’m even considering foregoing the MP3 player I want for Christmas in order to get it before our next tax return and our major toy shopping. Given the Smartballs are slightly larger than the medium plug I could start with that easily I think, but I’m considering going with the small instead so that she can use it once she gets adjusted a bit more to anal play.

All in all, it was a great experience being given that sort of task so maybe when she is in one of her more dominant moods in the future there will be more tasks like that.

I know I’m overdue to chime in on here.  As he has mentioned, there has been a shift in things around here.

When we first met, we had discussed the fact that both of us were switches.  As our relationship progressed, it seemed that he was more a Dominant with submissive tendencies while I was a submissive with Dominant (aka stubborn and bratty) tendencies.  So, we had settled into a traditional Mdom/fsub relationship.  But, of course, we can never do things traditionally in our household so, even though he was the Dominant, he stayed home with our kids and I was the breadwinner of the family.  I can admit now that there were many times where this situation did not sit well with me but I didn’t feel comfortable enough with taking on a Dominant role.  His sexual experiences way outnumber mine so I felt intimidated that I wouldn’t do as well as other lovers he had.

Prior to our move, things were not well – lots of stress, little to no sex – so, once we were finally done getting everything moved in, we were both frustrated.  When I get frustrated and stressed, I tend to withdraw, which made things even worse.  Once I did start to get my sex drive back, I kept leaning towards teasing and torturing him.  Eventually, this spawned a turn towards a Mommy/little boy relationship.  I’m not a harsh Mistress by any means, hence the Mommy role.  It was a pleasant experience for me because he is such a responsive slut and thoughtful little boy.  We even started looking at harnesses and new dildos for me to use on him.  I thought to myself that I finally had gotten the control in the relationship that I had wanted.

However, while this relationship was developing, conversation had sparked between myself and one of my friends on twitter.  We actually ended up doing a bit of roleplaying the first night we really talked.  The interesting twist to things was that we had done a Daddy/babygirl RP.  So, yes, I was engaging in one side online and the other in real life with him.  It caused a bit of strife in the first couple days but we talked through it and decided that this would be the best course for now….until today.

This post was actually going to take a different slant except a couple things I read today shed some light for me.  I have been lurking and following bad bad girl’s journey into a new D/s relationship and her post today struck a chord with me.  I have been reading a daybook on simple living and one of the entries I was catching up on talked about answered prayers.  Most people don’t think about the fact that, if your prayer is answered, you then have to take responsibility for what comes of it.  Also, most of the time, what you actually ask for is not what you are needing (i.e., asking for a soulmate when what you need is the self-confidence to be the person to attract your soulmate).  Through discussion, I realized that, when I wanted more control in the relationship, what I really needed was a greater sense of appreciation and validation from him.  I think the past couple weeks have been some sort of cosmic test/reminder/kick in the tail of where I fit in and what my role is.  So, we are back to our old arrangement of Daddy/babygirl.  But, all in all, I learned a valuable lesson – I finally see how a polyamorous arrangement would be beneficial for us.  I have a deep-seated need for affection and attention from my childhood (long story for another day) – so, while the relationship I have with him has been very good, it’s not quite enough for me.  I realize that statement sounds a little greedy and maybe I am.  We already have been in talks with a female friend, who we both agree would be a good addition to our relationship as we both would be involved intimately with her.  But now, our definition of our ideal poly relationship has expanded to include a male play partner for myself.  He has stated that he would allow me alone time with my partner but he would also want the option to be involved in our play at some point.

So, there will be more exploring and an adjustment period while we settle back into our roles but it should be an interesting ride.

–

This is where I chime in. I have to say first off I’m glad to have my babygirl back. I’ve missed her a great deal despite enjoying my role as of late. We both learned a great deal from this time reversed. I learned I really am a bit of a wanton whore. Go ahead, get the ‘duh, obvious’ out of the way. I’ll wait. *tick* *tock* *tick* *tock* Done now? Ok, as I was saying. Aside from a really spiked interest in anal play and being tormented/tortured at night in bed [and I hope both continue...damn did I sleep good those nights], I realized how often I openly sought validation for my actions from her. I plan to keep that in mind and offer it to her without her being quite as pressing [read annoying, I'm sure she does] as I was. I also feel I have a better handle on myself, to the point where a short bit of notice and some play to help me along should make it easy to briefly flip the switch as it were. That way when she does feel like being Mommy again, or beating me with the flogger and what not [yes, open invitation] to get out her aggression, there won’t be a tug of war for control. If I go much further I might as well start a post of my own, so I’ll end with this. I’m happy to have my girl back after my time with Mommy and I’m going to make sure she doesn’t forget that anytime soon.

It was the end of the day when a police officer parked his car in front of the station.  As he gathered his equipment, his K-9 partner, Jake, was barking.  As he glanced back, he noticed a little boy staring in the side window.  “Is that a dog you got back there?”  he asked.   “It sure is,” replied the officer.  Puzzled, the boy looked at him and then towards the back of the car.   Finally he said, ‘What’d he do?’

As we travel through life, we will each come across situations that will lead us to assume the worst of people — but remember, things may not be as they appear. 

www.bibledonate.org and www.fivesimplesteps.org

- oh? oh. i can’t really think of anything new. you want to take a turn?, she replied
- i don’t think i’ll be any good at this, but i’ll give it a shot. how do I begin again?
- once upon a time.
- right. right. then, okay.

“Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He was tall, goodlooking and brave like all the other little boys of once-upon-a-time-stories, but there were times when he didn’t feel like someone special. On those days, he’d wake up feeling… ordinary. No, not ordinary, average. Just another grain of sand on the beach, nothing spectacular at all. On those days, he’d wish that he had someone in his life who he could be with. Not that he didn’t have friends or family – he did. I’m making him sound like a loser, but he was actually one of those guys who got on very well with people – if he wanted to. But every now and then he’d feel as though there was someone missing – someone who he didn’t have to explain himself to, someone who he could just sit with and not have to talk to until he felt like it, someone who just understood him. You know, a girl.”

- aah, the love interest. does he find her?
- am i telling the story, or are you?
- sorry.

“Anyway, to cut a long story short, he finally met her one day. She was beautiful, funny, caring, kind, and smart. Pretty cool, you know.”

- and then they fell in love and lived happily ever after, right?
- ….No. it’s not that kind of story. stop interrupting.
- sorry.

“And then they fell in love, and she broke his heart. The End.”

- what? that’s crap!
- what? why?
- you know why! they can’t just fall in love and then have her break his heart. what the hell is that?
- that’s the story i wanted to tell.
- no man, you can’t just leave it there.
- watch me.
- …………..
- ……..
- ………….
- …
- …..
- .
- fine, you win. but i’m telling the next story

“Listen to the mustn’ts, child.  Listen to the don’ts.  Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts.  Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child.  Anything can be.”
-Shel Silverstein

she just couldnt…

stop…

laughing.

Photographs by Conor Leslie 2007

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know
I think I can

by conor leslie

Once upon a time there was a Little Boy with Big Blue eyes who wanted to be an Astronaut and fly to the moon. So he started reading Astronomy Books. One day he went to show his mother a model of Mars that he had made.

“You can’t go into space, it’s too dangerous and hard,” said his mother.

(He looked at the model and threw it out.)

The Little Boy then decided he wanted to be a football player. He carried a football everywhere with him, practicing his grip.

“You can’t be a football player, you’re not strong or fast enough,” said his mother.

(He looked at the football and put it in the garage.)

The Little Boy then decided he wanted to be a painter.  He brought his father a painting of the ocean.

“You can’t be a painter, they don’t make enough money,” said his father from behind his desk.

(He put the painting in the trash with a sigh.)

The Little Boy then decided he wanted to be a guitar player and singer. He went to sing a song he wrote to his father.

“You can’t be a singer, you need to have a stronger voice,” said his father.

(The Little Boy just went back to his room and stared out the window. What could he be when he grew up? Ah! Yes! )

“I’ll be an actor!” the little boy said with glee.

“You can’t be an actor, less than 15% of them are employed,” said his mother over dinner.

So the Little Boy grew up and went to school, went to college and got a job. But the Little Boy lost ideas of what he wanted, and settled for a job that could fill his days, and pay the bills.

(Only now, his Blue eyes were Grey.)

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Once upon a time, there was a Little Girl with Big Green eyes who wanted to be an Astronaut and fly to the moon.  She started reading Astronomy books.  One day she went to show her Mom a model of Mars that she had made.

“You can go to Mars, Pluto and the Moon!” said her mother.

(that night the Little Girl looked up from her bed and saw her mom had put glow in the dark stars on her ceiling.  She smiled, and went to sleep.)

Then the Little Girl decided she wanted to be a Tennis Player.  She walked around the house bouncing two tennis balls at once, one in each hand.

“You could hit that tennis ball from here to the Moon if you wanted to,” said her mother.

(that night there was a new tennis racquet on the Little Girl’s bed, and the Little Girl practiced her swing all night.)

Then the Little Girl decided she wanted to be a painter.  She brought her father a painting of the ocean.

“You are the next Picasso-what pretty colors,” said her father, swinging the Little Girl onto his lap.

(that night, there was a new paint set and easel in the Little Girl’s room.  She painted till her hands hurt.)

Then the Little Girl decided she wanted to be a guitar player and singer.  She went to sing a song she wrote to her father.

“You should go make room on your shelf for your Grammy,” said her loving father.

(that night, a brand new guitar was lying on the Little Girl’s bed.  She beamed, and sat on that bed all night, strumming off-key notes till sleep arrived, and once again, she dreamed.)

The next day, the Little Girl stared out the window, not sure if she still wanted to be any of those people. What could she be when she grew up? Ah! Yes!

“I’ll be an actress!” the Little Girl said with glee.

“You’ll be the next Meryl Streep,” said her mother over dinner.

…And when the Little Girl who became a Little Woman collected her Oscar, her eyes glistened.

(Only now, her Green eyes were Emerald.)

*   *   *   *   *

I believe I can do whatever I put my mind to because when I was little, my mom bought me a guitar to be a singer (even though my voice is not exactly angelic).  She bought me an easel when I wanted to be an artist.  She got me a puppy veterinarian set when I wanted to be a vet, a journal and pen when I wanted to be a writer and she drove me back in forth (along with 2 younger brothers) to the city on my castings when I started out modeling & acting. Never even questioned it or tried to push me onto another path. It all goes back to the parents; children need to be shown a path.  They need to be told “Yes you can” not “No you can’t” and they need water, sunlight, and love in order to grow.  It’s what makes Whole Adults, and if those Whole Adults were taught that they have no limitations, and that dreams come true, what do you think they’ll teach their children? And a beautiful cycle will begin.

Thank a friend, ExPrincess, for the title. She recently let me in on the euphemisms of her soon to be nixed marriage. Chocolate is masturbation [a replacement for sex], birthday cake is oral sex, and cake is sex. I figured A Birthday And Cake was a better title than Having My Cake And Eating It Too, which could equally apply. Pardon the bad puns, now on to the meat of the post.

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Yesterday was my birthday and it started off wonderfully with a short bit of oral just after waking up. It wasn’t too involved, as She had to go to work. The day passed without much incident, though She had to work late so dinner was sans Her. When She did get home Her mood wasn’t the greatest, so i assumed that the night would end with some cuddling then sleep.

When Wwe went to bed She was naked [rare lately so very enjoyable] and very affectionate. It started with Uus side by side, then me on top, then Her on top. At that point i wanted to feel those affections against my back, so i asked and was allowed to roll over. Her naked body against my back, shifting as She touched, as She kissed. That alone would have been a great ending to the birthday.

Then She began grinding and riding down on my back and hips.  Gripping the bed, it was all I could do to keep them turned up to give Her a nice firm spot to grind until She came. Twice i think. During which She fucked my mouth with Her fingers, pinned my hands to the bed, treated me like a slut and a whore.

When She decided She was finished with that She turned on a light then began playing with my ass. Kissing. Biting. Then something i would have never asked Her for but sent shivers everywhere that i can still feel. Her tongue rimming the hole, making me quiver like i can’t remember.

Then She slid something inside. At first i thought it was a plug since it felt a bit pointy, but then She told me it was Her finger. One small detail and it sent me to a completely new level. Having a piece of Her inside me, sliding in and out. Fucking. Then gods, Her talking about how hard Her little clit was from riding me. By then i was too worked up to do more than nod when She asked if i enjoyed it, but She did elicit a moan mentioning She wished Her little clit was a cock so She could fuck me proper with it. So She could fill my ass with cum. Now Wwe kinda want a squirting dildo but Wwe’ll see.

At that point it was starting to hurt so Wwe got lube and continued, this time Her seated comfortably on the bed with me on my knees and my shoulders to the bed. Nice and close to Her, She was able to keep fingering my hole while She reached around and stroked a cock that’s been hard since the first few kisses. At one point i went up onto just my knees, arching back and gripping Her thighs as She tormented me more by starting to nuzzle and kiss my back. Not long after that I finally had to pull away, having gotten enough play as i could take back there for the night.

She cleaned up then and the lights went off as She drew me in close and let me nurse a bit, which was quite calming at first but, as She began enjoying it, i began sucking harder and soon i was between her legs, sucking like a hungry little boy, while She whispered how She wished She could still feed me and playing with Herself. Before long i was pushing inside of Her, fucking and feeding off Mommy, pleasing Her like a good boy should. As some point though She pushed me away, only to have me go lower so i could continue pleasing Her with my mouth. i was happy to bring Her to a couple more climaxes with my tongue and mouth before She reached for the Hitachi to finish the night off.

After all that Wwe went to bed, Her naked body pressed against my back and me falling asleep quicker than i can rightly remember doing anytime recently. A side note, writing this blog post is a torturous task given to me by Mommy. Through the first half, i managed well enough but took a shower to calm me and then put on the equivalent of 3 cock rings [a trimmed Gates of Hell i can wear comfortably during the whole day] so now it’s achingly hard and sensitive, but i’m not allowed to get off until tonight with Mommy. This isn’t a complaint by any means, as i suggested it knowing it would be torture and, knowing I would be worked up so much when Mommy got home, i would be extremely eager to please Her.

In closing, last night cemented the fact that i’m more sub to Her than ever before. Beyond that, i’ll go into in another post. For now, just picture me glowing and blissed out without even getting to climax last night.

The past few days have most likely been a confusing daze for the six year old boy who was believed to have floated off in some contraption his father, Richard Heene, devised for weather related purposes.   Criminal charges were just announced by the Colorado sheriff who found himself in the media spotlight.  Although the exact charges haven’t been announced, many are speculating they’ll be misdemeanor in nature. 

Here’s the problem, though (besides the obvious).  Millions of us watched this….aluminum foil thingey….float through the Colorado skies last week with baited breath.  We wanted – we needed – a good outcome.  Happy endings seem so rare these days.  For example, here are a few of the headlines on the Fox News web ticker:

• High School Football Player Dies After Game Collapse
• FL Businessman Sentenced for $44M Ponzi Scheme
• PA Firefighter Suspended Over U.S. Flag on Locker
• Police: California Mom Kills 5 Year Old Son

Naturally, witnessing the giant Jiffy Popcorn pan land safely, as if angels were guiding it, renewed our faith.  Suddenly, we let out a collective breath and thought, “Yes!! Finally something good!”  Then, to discover the little boy wasn’t even on board put us on edge once again for fear that maybe he’d fallen out somewhere along the way.  Finally, our nerves were settled when those breaking news emails began hitting our inboxes of the little boy appearing after a restful nap in his home’s attic.  A happy ending, no doubt. 

So when Wolf Blitzer intereviewed the Heene family later that night and the little boy innocently said to his father, “…you said it was for a show…”, there were more than a few upset folks.  As I’m writing this, another breaking news email just alerted me that the authorities are now searching the Heene home.  Richard Heene took that bit of good news from us – the affirmation that good things indeed happen – when he allegedly staged the possibility of something bad, only to “surprise” everyone later by bringing it full circle with a happily ever after ending.  For that, he needs, at the very least, to pay restitution for every tax dollar that was used to find a son who was home the entire time.  If it’s discovered to in fact be a hoax, he is in for a lot of years raising three boys who have a twisted sense of what adulthood is all about.  It’s difficult to even wish for him a lot of public embarrassment since he’s clearly his own worst enemy and is doing a fine enough job embarrassing himself without anyone’s help.  The only problem is, he’s taking his family along on this bizarre trip to embarrassment land.

 Saw it in the Arabtimes today…..hmmmmmm…even though it just upto 50% off, I will certainly pass by to pick up some winter pajama’s for my son.

I just went to the Salmiya Fashionway store on Friday and picked up some stuff….. My bill was almost KWD 40 for 1 set of pajamas, 1 cool looking winter jacket and a pair of track pants, all for my son and it cost us sooooooo much..Had I known about the sale, would have waited a few more days Anyways, must pass by for the winter jammies…with spider man, Ben10 and all those little boy’s fav action figures. My son is soooo fond of spider man that sometimes I think I gave birth to spider man not a little boy

Even NEXT is on sale, saw that in the paper too. They too have a good collection of toddler clothes. Should check that out as well!

  Wishing all the moms out there happy shopping

definition of a little boy…

running noise with dirt on it

The Boy Who Never Told a Lie

Little Boy Dhirendra

It’s me . . . Dhirendra !

p o r   b e l é n

Para finalizar nuestro pequeño repaso por las fotografías más vistas a lo largo y ancho de mundo, hoy terminamos después de estas dos semanas dedicadas a la fotografía con algunas otras de gran relevancia:

Chicago, 4 de Noviembre de 2008

El candidato demócrata, Barack Obama,  se convierte por mayoría abrumadora en el primer presidente negro de las historia de EEUU tras vencer al candidato republicano,  John McCain . En su discurso de victoria, proclamó que el “cambio ha llegado a los Estados Unidos” frente a cientos de sus partidarios en el parque Grant Park de Chicago.

All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, de Wimbledon, Londes; 6 de julio de 2008

Rafa Nadal muerde la copa de la victoria tras ganar a  Roger Federer en la final de Wimbledon 2008. Fue la final más larga de la historia de Wimbledon (4 horas y 48 minutos) y considerada por la famosa publicación deportiva, Sports Illustrated, como el mejor partido de la historia del tenis.

Nagasaki, 9 de agosto de 1945

Los bombardeos atómicos sobre Hiroshima y Nagasaki fueron ataques nucleares ordenados por Harry Truman, Presidente de los Estados Unidos de América, contra el Imperio del Japón. Los ataques se efectuaron el 6 y el 9 de agosto de 1945, y pusieron el punto final a la Segunda Guerra Mundial. Después de seis meses de intenso bombardeo de otras 67 ciudades, el arma nuclear Little Boy fue soltada sobre Hiroshima el lunes 6 de agosto de 1945, seguida por la detonación de la bomba Fat Man el jueves 9 de agosto sobre Nagasaki. Hasta la fecha estos bombardeos constituyen los únicos ataques nucleares de la historia.

Washington, 21 de diciembre de 1970

Cantante de rock estadounidense e icono de la música popular del siglo XX, es considerado el Rey del Rock and roll. En 1970 Elvis Presley visitó al Presidente Richard Nixon en la Casa Blanca donde después de un intercambio de regalos charlaron sobre la influencia de las drogas en la juventud.

Museo Metropolitano de Arte de Nueva York, 23 de septiembre de 2009

Y terminamos este repaso, como no podía ser de otra forma, con la fotografía de la semana. El presidente del Gobierno, José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, su esposa y sus dos hijas, Laura y Alba, posan en el Metropolitan de Nueva York con los Obama.

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Hey All,  this marks the return of the Two-Minute Epic after the short rest last week.  This week, I’m experimenting again with form:  dialogue with no identifying information about the speakers.  Comments welcome!

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Where you ever a little boy?

What kind of question is that?

I don’t know.  It just came to me.  So?

I choose to let time answer that one.

Time?!  I can’t wait that long.

Fine.  No.  I was never a little boy.

I don’t believe you.

As I sit here waiting for my 3-year-old son to do his nightly “duty” on the potty, I am reminded of how very blessed I am to have a sweet, little boy to wait for.

I think about a friend who recently celebrated the life of her 1-year-old daughter who passed away 4 years ago, due to a sudden onset of pneumonia after she had been sick with croup.  I saw how devastating that was to her and her family, and how they have come through it in some amazing ways.  Even though she’s gone, she continues to bless them in ways I will never know.  I am counting my blessings as I write this.

I am so thankful for the little moments that I have with my son.  He rode his tricycle down the street this morning with me by his side.  The hill was a little fast for him and he needed to know that I was right there with him and that I would protect him if he couldn’t stop on his own.  I love being his protector.

We also went for a quick visit to the zoo this morning.  We saw all of the animals he requested and went on the train ride that he looks forward to each time we visit.  I love being the one that can make his face light up in an instant when I provide opportunities for him to see God’s beautiful creations.

We came home and had lunch together.  Just a simple PB&J, a banana, and some cheese.  I love that I can be the one to nourish his little body with good foods and also to be the one to sit and talk with him about the things that happen as we go about our day.

I just took him up for his bed time.  We sang songs and prayed for all of the people he could think of.   I love being someone he can sing silly songs with and pray with.  There is something so magical about bed time and being able to kiss his soft little cheek, tuck him in with his puppy “Willard,” and tell him just how much I love him.

Just to be sure you know, these blessings only come from one source.  That source is God, our Father.  I am amazed at every opportunity he has given me to enjoy life here on earth.  He is the sole provider of every happy moment in my life, and that is something I never want to take for granted.