All Purls. No Swine.
Revisiting a post from exactly three years ago here. (In the midst of Covid misery.) I was reminded of it by a couple of recent posts on Ricochet. Please subscribe if you have not already. You won't regret it. While I often re-post stuff I've written on Ricochet on this site, as a backup, if… Continue reading Responsible Men, and the Women Who Love Them: A Reminder for Us All
Numerous studies have shown that if it's a positive, grateful, loving one, you'll probably have a pretty good day. Just as they've shown that--if the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning is some imagined disrespect from twenty-thirty-forty-two hundred years ago, supposedly shown to you by a person you met… Continue reading What’s Your First Thought When You Wake Up in the Morning?
The late Mr. Right was fond of saying that: "In an age of entitlement, the scarce resource is gratitude." Boy howdy, did he have it nailed. Just as: "In an age of selfishness, the scarce resource is altruism," or: "In an age of narcissism, the scarce resource is kindness and thought for others." I could… Continue reading Gratitude: For Michael
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We… Continue reading Quote of the day–“for us the living”
"Medic!" That cry on the battlefield means a soldier is wounded. It also means someone will almost always respond, a normally-unarmed battlefield medic. This is the known and expected outcome of that call. But where did battlefield medicine start and how did evolve? Battlefield Medics: How Warfare Changed the History of Medicine, by Martin King,… Continue reading Book Review By Seawriter: Battlefield Medicine from Ancient Egypt to Modern Afghanistan
I originally published this post on Ricochet, on November 4, 2016, five days before the election that put Donald Trump in the White House. It would have been my stepson Michael's forty-ninth birthday. Today, May 2, 2021, is the 19th anniversary of his death. I'd signed up for the month's group writing challenge, which asked… Continue reading Gratitude: For Michael, And Why I’ll Still Be Here A Week From Now
Thanks to you, I feel no need to go back to "pointless, incessant barking." Whether that means I'm engaged in "pointful, incessant barking," or "pointless intermittent barking," I'll leave it to you to decide. Have at it. This blog exists for two reasons; first because I think, on rare occasions, I have something worthwhile to… Continue reading A Huge “Thank You” to Readers of my Blog
I've been thinking. Yes, I know that's always a frightening proposition. What can I say? Well, only that I'm 66 and still standing on my own two feet; that I'm content with how my life turned out (no, that doesn't mean, with the benefit of hindsight, that if I had a do-over about certain things… Continue reading Responsible Men, and the Women Who Love Them
I’ve mentioned this favorite saying of my mother’s many times before. And for the first time, when I did my due diligence and searched the Internet before I wrote this, I found it attributed to someone else: Helen Gurley Brown. Pretty sure Mum didn’t get it from her, and I’ve long wondered if it was,… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: Lessons From My Mother