Imagine, if you will, you’ve just spent the last 8 years studying to become a scientist. You attended a college and grad school with enviable credentials. And you passed all your courses with very high marks. You received your diploma, your degrees, and all of your letters of qualification. Now, you can go do what scientists do. And here’s something … The rest of the story…
Category Archives: Rhymes
You might believe what I’m about to share with you from an American food ingredient checker. You might, but I think most Americans won’t believe it. Here’s some data the ingredient checker discovered. ~ These ingredients are banned in Europe. But legal in the US. Really makes you think twice when it says “FDA approved.” POTASSIUM BROMATE * Can irritate … The rest of the story…
There are obese Americans everywhere. All around in just about every situation. Miss El and I have noticed this epidemic especially in the heart of the heartland. And it’s an avoidable travesty. But it appears that obese Americans everywhere just don’t care. Everywhere we went, today, obese people waddled in and out of businesses, homes, and restaurants (of course). They … The rest of the story…
I crunched my thumb in the door of our van this morning. And that’s how my day started. But my day is blessed. And I can always say my day is blessed. No matter what happens. And no matter how often it happens. Or doesn’t happen. Because each day of life is a blessing I didn’t do one thing to … The rest of the story…
Trivium. No, it’s not a new antidepressant. At least not yet anyway. The word, Trivium, is Latin for “the place where three roads meet.” And it’s also what they call the three stages of classical homeschooling. The Grammar Stage. The Dialectic Stage. And the Rhetoric Stage. And keep in mind, these three roads meet in a homeschool. It’s not likely … The rest of the story…
My mother’s mother, also known as Grandma, spent the last few years of her life in a nursing home. She lived to be 91. And my mom said one of the few things Grandma could remember in her final months was the old song, “I’ll Fly Away.” You remember how that one goes. Right? Some glad morning when this life … The rest of the story…
A few years ago I talked about sad conversations I had with friends, from my past, who were atheists. And I said those conversations were sad “because so many (if not all) atheists believe when you die, that’s it.” Darkness. Nothingness. No R.I.P. They say that when you die, all that is you ceases to be. And it makes me … The rest of the story…
Allegory. Metaphor. Simile. I enjoyed learning about those words, and what they meant, in high school English composition class. And I love to find ways to use each one. It was mostly allegory that helped me tell the following story in a story. With a little more from Mr. Metaphor. I wrote this after reading an article about an ill-fated … The rest of the story…
The world is a very serious place to me now. I wrote that on my blog over 11 years ago. And, as you might imagine, it’s an even more serious place now. But I don’t wanna finish this last Tuesday of September 2024 all dreary on ya. I’ll just share the little story and explanation from back in 2013. Oh … The rest of the story…
She played the song many times on that Hi Fi record player from the 60’s. And she said it was one of her all-time favorites. I was a young whippersnapper. So, I had no idea that the piano instrumental of a song called “Autumn Leaves” had been a number one hit on the Billboard charts. But that’s what I found … The rest of the story…
You’re probably never gonna grab a needle and thread and sew anything. So, on the surface, maybe what I’m about to say won’t interest you at all. But bear with me. Because I’m gonna connect a needle and thread to God. “I call that mighty bold talk for a one-eyed fat man,” you say, quoting a line from True Grit. … The rest of the story…
Now and then, with a keyboard or pen, I go back where I’ve been. That’s what I say now. And “then” I said this: I find it difficult to write anything without trying to make it rhyme in my head. Or without pondering the rhythm of the words. It isn’t obsessive. But it IS almost constant. And dare I make … The rest of the story…
I know you’re a busy person. You’ve got appointments. Calls to make. And people to see. Not to mention (but I will) mouths to feed and broken things to fix. And you gotta do all this while bad things happen all around the world. It’s maddening. It’s saddening. And it’s almost more than a mere human being can bear. So, … The rest of the story…
Lily was here. That’s what she wrote, with her finger, in the sugar-like sand of the west Florida beach. And she sat there, doodling, for a couple of hours. Alone, with only her trepidation. Yeah, that was the word. She remembered when she first heard that word. Back in high school. “That’s me, alright,” she thought. Miss Trepidation. Some might … The rest of the story…
I’ll say it right up front. I’m for it. I believe it’s good to encourage yourself. Just as it’s good to encourage others. So, don’t misinterpret what I say about the following “psychological” advice. Because it’s easy to encourage yourself into selfishness. Here’s a definition of selfish, right out of (gasp!) a dictionary: lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with … The rest of the story…
Rest in peace. Three simple words. And probably a large percentage of people who say those words actually mean them. In other words, they aren’t just something to blurt out without any thought of the meaning. But there’s also a large percentage of people who just speak the words. Because it’s crucial to rest in peace before you die. Otherwise, … The rest of the story…
Shh. Be quiet for a sec. Do you hear that? Yeah, there it is again. It’s getting louder. And it’s definitely Monday morning music. Wow. How cool is that?! Here it is, the second Monday of September 2024, and there’s music in the air. Literally and figuratively. Just in case you haven’t had your favorite wake-up beverage, yet, and your … The rest of the story…
Humans sure are stupid things. If you’re not a human, then you’re probably giggling to yourself, “You can say that again.” Ok, I will. Humans sure are stupid things. Now, I’m pretty sure you’re a human. Because as far as my software has been able to detect, no aliens (from other worlds, not criminals from other countries) have signed up … The rest of the story…
Ten years ago I snapped another picture of some sunflowers that overlooked a beautiful, expansive view on the Western slope of Colorado. When I got home and enlarged the snapshot on my computer, I noticed telephone lines right across my “work of art.” Then, I looked at it again, several days later. And words popped into my head about how … The rest of the story…
A long time ago isn’t worthy to be compared to a long time to come. Unless your future depends on you. Ok. I should probably explain that. Because, on the surface, it might sound like philosophical silliness. And I certainly don’t wanna sound silly, except for the times I’m being silly on purpose. Can you imagine the hopeless feeling a person … The rest of the story…