Into Oblivion

Daily Prompt:   What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.

I’ve sat here for a good hour, debating: Should I keep this post light and funny  or should I expose the darkness of what I presume to be my first memory?

Pulling back the curtain not only makes me vulnerable but it also sheds a bad light on other family members; and it’s for this reason I’ve wrestled with whether to write fluff or whether to write truth.

Let me begin with this.  I truly don’t remember most of my childhood.  I sit as a stranger, listening to  family members say, “Remember the time…” and then they continue with a memory that’s utterly foreign to me.  Of course, I go along, and pretend their recollections are mine as well, and I prepare my chuckle for the ending that’s always accompanied with guffaws and side splitting belly rolls.  I sit amidst the laughter and  think “Who the hell are these people and where the hell did I come from?”  Then it hits me…”These are my people and they are telling my stories.”  It never fails, no matter how many times this scenario plays out, I’m always surprised, and I always wonder why they can remember, when I can not.

Well, now that I’m fifty I’ve learned through the years that it’s easier to accept this, condition of mine, as reality and assure myself, that for some reason, my inner child wants these memories to herself, and that she has a damn good reason.

With that said, I will pull back the curtain for a glimpse of my earliest memory.  Don’t blink…you’ll miss it…for it truly is only a “glimpse.”

The house is dark.  A child, of perhaps three, is sitting on a couch, the only piece of furniture in the dark room.  She’s so small her feet barely touch the edge of her seat.  The child hears a loud voice and the voice there in the room with her.  She may be alone with the voice, but something tells her she’s not…maybe her sister is there too…the child is uncertain.  The child hangs her head and silent tears stream a trail over her cheeks, drip from a trembling chin to dampen her shirt.  She sits perfectly still, almost as if she’s overtaken with paralysis.  The voice doesn’t stop, neither does it fade.  The voice always makes her cry.

The girl, the room and the voice dwindle into oblivion.




Welcome To My World

Daily Prompt:  Write whatever you normally write about, and weave into the mix song titles. 

My response:  Welcome To My World


Luna punched my face with “The Eye Of The Tiger”  so I said goodbye to sleep, rolled out of bed and asked her, “What’s New Pussycat?”  She swished her tail, ran like like “Bat Out of Hell” and slid  into the kitchen like a “Wrecking Ball” of fur.

Like a “Zombie” I followed, but not as fast as she.  I stumbled to my Kurig with a slow “Locomotion” and got it to perk with “Good Vibrations.”

“After The Lov’n” of warm cup of Joe,  I gather the trash because it’s Tuesday.  “I Walk The Line” from door to curb and bid a “Bye, Bye, Love” to the trash, I laid and left it lying there like a “Refugee”  Back at the house I “Turn, Turn, Turn” to make sure no trash was a  “Blowing In The Wind.”

A pair of eyes, from a fat beagle dog, was busy “looking Out My Backdoor.”  I opened the door and said, “Hello Dolly” “You Light Up My Life” even though you ain’t nothing but a “Hound Dog.”

I caught my dingo, doing the “Boogie Ooogie” and “Rocking Around The Christmas Tree.”  She saw me watching, and grinned  as if the say, “The Bitch Is Back” and “Oops I Did it Again.”

I chuckled and said, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”…”Just Dance!”  Go ahead and “Party Like It’s 1999!”

“Welcome To My World”










Please, Don’t Frighten Me So!

Today’s writing prompt asks the question:  How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear?


Please, don’t frighten me with such a question!  Some of my favorite things hinge upon the aspect of experiencing fear.

In the absence of fear, The Walking Dead would lose its appeal, Stephen  King would be mundane and roller coasters become just a carousel!

And, what in the world would we do with Halloween?

I guess I’m one of those freaks who enjoy a good scare.

I vote we keep fear but do away with hate.





My Coffee Would Never Get Cold

The following is my response to today’s Daily Prompt:   You’ve been given the superpower to change one law of nature. How do you use it?


Damn it, it’s cold again!

I had sat down to devour today’s headlines and fell head first into the politics at hand.  Mesmerized by what candidate A was saying about candidate B, I blindly reached for my coffee cup, eyes never leaving the page of juicy gossip, and brought to my lips an Eeyore mug, given to me by my wife.  It’s actually one of my favorite coffee cups.  It’s just the right size, fits quite comfortable in my hand and there’s a downcast looking Eeyore sketched on each side.  Hmmm not quite sure what Corinne’s (my wife) trying to convey…  Could it be I’m grumpy before my morning coffee?  Oh well, she’s been wrong before.

Anyway, back to the story.  In the headlines I read:  Hillary no longer thinks Trump is funny and then with a click of my mouse I’m at Huffington Post where Trump questions Hillary’s ability to satisfy America when she can’t even satisfy her husband.  Another click of the mouse and I see an eagle trying to nest atop Trump’s head, and it’s at that precise moment I take a large swig of cold coffee.  The eagle is funny…but not the cold coffee.   Why does coffee cool so quickly?  I often find I can hardly eat the eggs and bacon on my plate without having to warm my coffee at least once.

Is it just me or does anyone else find that it’s not even hot enough when it first spills from the Keurig and into the cup?   My Keurig is a bit old but I bet even the new ones have no temperature control.

So there I sat sloshing the cold brew in my mouth as the eagle aimed for Trump’s rug.  I guess I should have been concerned about his three foot comb over but all I could think was…  “If I were a super hero my coffee would never get cold.”


(Cartoon by Mike Peters)





Muslims and Refugees: There is No Middle Ground

I-AM-AMERICA_RidzDesign“To be or not to be: That is the question…” thus begins Hamlet’s soliloquy from William Shakespeare’s tragedy, “Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.”

It is suggested that Shakespeare wrote these words in the early 1600’s and that they were first published in 1604. Since their birth they have echoed the halls of many a theater and have followed us home to become a cliche used often within our daily lives. It has stood the test of time and I dare say still applicable here in the 21st Century.
A couple thousand years ago, John the Baptist, another character from history, spoke very different words but they infer the same meaning  of Shakespeare’s, “To be or not to be.”

johnbaptistJohn was a rugged man clothed in camel’s hair and dined on locusts and wild honey. He described himself as “the voice crying in the wilderness, (to) make straight the way of the Lord!” John had heard of Jesus and God had placed within his heart to tell others about Jesus; to prepare the way for the coming Messiah. John was earnest in his calling. I believe he felt a fire of urgency within his soul that caused him to cry with a loud voice his message of Jesus.

He had no patience for religious hypocrites that professed their righteousness, but did little to prove a true change of heart. John, never eloquent in his speech, bluntly told the pious religious crowd, ““You are all snakes! …Change your hearts! And show by your lives that you have changed. I know what you are about to say—‘but Abraham is our father!’ That means nothing!” John, in Shakespearean “To be or not to be,” language was saying, “To truly be a Christian you must truly act like a Christian.”

Well, of course this didn’t go over too well with the religious zealots. I’m sure they surmised that they had done all the “right” things by adhering to every letter of Moses’ law. And so they stood piously, cloaked within their finest robes and with indignation, asked of the wild-man standing before them,  “What shall we do then?”  I’m sure they were confident within themselves that they had all ready done everything the law required.

John, without hesitation, tells them to clothe the poor, feed the hungry, treat others with kindness and never seek to make a profit at the expense of others. (Read Luke 3: 7-14)
How often this same scenario has played out over and over throughout the history of the church! My friends, I tell you, it is happening today; laid bare for all, believers and non-believers, to witness by means of television and social media.
Religious leaders like Reverend Franklin Graham, president and CEO of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association, joins the ranks of Donald Trump, with such statements as,


“We should stop all immigration of Muslims to the U.S. until this threat with Islam has been settled. Every Muslim that comes into this country has the potential to be radicalized — and they do their killing to honor their religion and Muhammad,”

And then there’s Jerry Falwell Jr, president of Liberty University, further fanning the flames of xenophobia with these words spoken before the university’s student body,
“If more good people had concealed-carry permits, then we could end those Muslims…”

Liberty University president urges students to be armed
Liberty University President Jerry Falwell Jr. urged his school’s students to be armed, especially in light of this week’s massacre in San Bernardino, California. “I always thought that if more good people had concealed-carry permits, then we could end those Muslims before they walk in and kill,” he said.

He continues by urging over 13,000 students to obtain a permit to carry concealed handguns.

Also during his speech, Falwell pats his rear pocket as if to say, there’s a gun  “in my back pocket right now,” and at the conclusion Falwell acts as cheerleader by adding, “Let’s teach them a lesson if they every show up here.

I’m not going to call Falwell or Graham, vipers and snakes, I just don’t have the balls the wild-man possessed; but let me tell you, John’s finger is pointing straight at them.

How can I say that?

Because true followers of Christ (Christians) adhere to his words that he spoke thousands of years ago…here…take a listen:
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’ (Matthew 25:25-36)

“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you…For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? … (Matthew 5:43-48)

• Listen to Christ’s reprimand to Peter after Peter had taken a sword and cut off the ear of one of the soldiers who came to crucify Jesus: Then Jesus said to him,“Put your sword back into its place. For all who take the sword will perish by the sword. Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and he will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels?”

“I give you a new command: Love each other. You must love each other just as I loved you. All people will know that you are my followers if you love each other.” (John 13:34-35)

Friends, I am not against guns and I’m a firm supporter of the second amendment. I’ll go so far as to say, I love guns. I really do. I remember, a pig-tailed, barefoot kid, playing “cowboys and Indians” with a pair of cap pistols strapped to her hips. That happy-go-lucky kid was me during an age of innocence that’s almost non-existent in our world today. I still love to shoot, but as much as I enjoy guns, I firmly believe we as a country need to put in place common sense, gun control laws. Laws that would demand background checks and that would ban military style assault weapons.

More Americans have lost their lives to guns than the sum total of those killed in all of the wars we’ve fought. People, this should not be the case. I believe the NRA is one of the most evil intuitions in America. They do not care about human life they only care about the money they can make. They have, literally, made a profit at the expense of others. Literally…
It’s high time for TRUE Christians to stand up! Stand up….stand up wherever you are! We live in a world that is literally dying to hear your voice! Now, more than any time in our lives we need to SPEAK UP! If you disagree with the bigotry and hate that’s running rampant within our land then SPEAK UP! If you don’t…if you remain silent… then I say you are just as guilty as those spewing the hate.

Remember, Shakespeare’s words, “To be or not to be.”   Take these words to heart, chew on them awhile, and then answer the question: Will you take a stand? OR Will you not take a stand?

To be or not to be…there is no middle ground…

Get off the fence!