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The People You Miss

Living overseas you always miss things from your home country. I have a list a mile long…

The start of college football.

The first day of turkey season. 279 more words


Etha Mae

Years ago—decades ago—there was a poor farm family eking out a living on a government-regulated tobacco farm in the Appalachian foothills of Kentucky. The amount of tobacco raised on any given farm was government controlled, and there were frequent flights by small government aircraft over these farms, taking photos of the land being tilled, to certify that the regulations regarding land under tillage were being honored. 649 more words


Making Your Message Memorable

What happens when you finish a presentation? What happens to your words and ideas? Are they carried in the hearts and minds of your audience out into the world or are they instantly forgotten? 648 more words


Who does history remember?

How does history pick whom to remember?

Can someone end up ‘going down in history’ just by happenstance?

Increasingly I think that somebody has to make an effort to get the mass of humanity looking up from their self-absorbed (rightly-so) lives of daily trials and tribulations, to be interested in the story of a distant other who they do not know. 328 more words


I don't want to die a nobody

So, I have ABE exams tomorrow; my guinea pig died this morning and I’ve got writers block.

On the plus side, I hit writers block after having finished another story so I at least have something to submit should I wish to go through the humiliating process of being rejected by publishers again. 211 more words

Journal Entry

On Being Remembered

My desire to be remembered is equally rooted in narcissism and insecurity. Both of which are most definitely based in fear. This would all be more concerning if wanting to be remembered weren’t the most human of all human things. 958 more words




My friend, Karen, said to me,

Why do you frown sadly…

I didn’t know

My consternation showed,


I was puzzled by the cards in  her teeth… 50 more words

A Caswell Limerick Poem