One year ago today, I walked into a busy park in Seattle and met this beautiful blonde. Her gait was kind of silly. She loped around like a kid who hadn’t quite figured out how to use her legs, even though she was definitely in mid-life. At first, she didn’t seem very interested in me, but I got to spend a moment or two with her and I felt a connection. We were meant to be. I wasn’t sure I was ready, but this bombshell wormed her way into my heart and I just knew she would be coming home with me, I just didn’t expect things to move so fast! The day we met, was the day she moved in. The road trip home was long and she took shot gun, while I squeezed into the back seat with the rest of the clan, but she gave me my first kiss on that long road trip.… [Read More] “The Tall, Leggy Blonde.”
The Boston Marathon Bombers were Chechen Muslim immigrants that may, or may not, have had links to terrorist groups.
I do not care that they were Chechen.
I do not care that they were Muslim.
I do not care that they were immigrants.
Those are not the issues and don’t for one second assume that because I voted for the other guy, that I give a damn about those petty issues.
This is what I actually care about:
My government dropped the damned ball on throwing the older brother, likely the one who drug his younger brother through this entire mess, out of our country. He was charged with domestic violence in 2009. He should have, and could have, been deported then. Mainstream Media has not picked this up, only local news in Boston, which is annoying, and now, the lunatic reports are jumping all over it. Why the MSM isn’t reporting on this, I don’t know.… [Read More] “Our Government Dropped the Ball on the Boston Bombings”
Earlier today, I was driving down the road with my daughter. The car in front of me had a bumper sticker on the back. It displayed a picture of the young man and listed him as a corporal in the United States Marine Corps. He passed away two years ago and I suspect that he was killed in the line of duty. I wondered how that mother was able to move on with her life. She seemed completely normal as she was sitting in front of me at the stoplight. Her hair was fixed, her sunglasses were on and she was bobbing her head as though she were listening to music in the car. How can you engage in such simple activities after losing a child? I can’t even begin to fathom what that must be like, or the strength that it must take to just be able to get out of bed in the morning and wash your hair.… [Read More] “Boston, We Are With You.”
When I read a book that’s been self-published by an Indie author, I’m often disappointed. It’s probably because I’m a writer too and I have certain expectations of how a book should look. Now, I’m not trying to argue that I am the pinnacle of all writerly goodness. I make mistakes. I’m human. It’s just that so many mistakes could be avoided with the liberal application of a spelling and grammar check courtesy your friendly neighborhood word processor. Many Indie authors fail to apply these tools. Further still, the plots are simplistic and that’s okay, but when simplistic plot and bad editing come together the results can be disastrous. I have been reading a lot of romance novels lately of the Indie variety lately and they have left me longing for the days when Harlequin ruled because at least with a Harlequin Romance, you know what you’re getting. Still, these Indie romances follow the trope of the genre.… [Read More] “Book Review: Dinosaurs and Cherry Stems by Susan Jean Ricci”
When I was a little girl, growing up in the 80s, I had many wonderful female role models to look up to. There were pop stars and movie stars and writers and dreamers and of course, Miss Piggy. The two women that stand out most in my memory from my childhood, were Princess Diana and Margaret Thatcher. For those of you who didn’t grow up in the 80s, you won’t remember that there was a very real threat of nuclear war. The United States and Russia were poised to drop nuclear bombs on each other at any day. Of course, we all knew that the inevitable outcome of any such event would be the destruction of our world. No one wanted that, so the two nations were at a stalemate.
Margaret Thatcher publicly supported an end to the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union, but even more important than that support, was her open and genuine affection for Mikhail Gorbachev.… [Read More] “Rest in Peace, Mrs. Thatcher”