Friday, October 19, 2012
For those of you following Ballad of the Emerald Bard: Buried Secrets, you know that Deeya has had a trap sprung upon her, and she's in a very dark place. So, I went in and pulled out an old Deeya poem that reflects what she's going through, not knowing if she's going to pull though, yet having to pick yourself up and keep trudging along. I hope you enjoy Encroaching Darkness, a poem that Deeya has performed 'live,' at one of her venues.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
There are many, many, many causes out there to blog about and bring attention to. So many horrible things happen to so many people so often, that its impossible to single out any to bring light to, to bring attention to, so that someone might be able to do something about it. There’s one in particular though, that I’ve run into so many times in my life, I simply cannot ignore....
Domestic Violence, it has many connotations, but in the end, out of women that I have met in my life, I can point to near all of them and tell you about some form of abuse that they’ve had to deal with, from a husband, boyfriend, or loved one. Its sickening, truly sickening, how many stats there are on the subject.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
I hate forgetting what you are going to write about, but then...getting maced with perfume by the step-daughter will wipe your memory pretty much instantly. Wow perfume burns in the eye for a very long time.
Today I spent time learning about other blog formats, and even though I’m having issues with my floating social media bar at the bottom of the page, I have to say, I’m going to have to be satisfied with Blogger here for awhile. I just hope I can work out the issues with it soon, as its my current visual project.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
George Carlin once said:
“obedience and respect shouldn't be automatic. They should be earned, and based on the parent's performance. Some parents deserve respect, most of them don't, period.”I’ve always lived by that quote, because I’ve seen way too many parents who simply just don’t deserve the respect they think they should be getting, and I’ve seen some parents get say more respect than they deserve.
It’s a truly sad fact of life, but some parents just aren’t good parents. Luckily, somehow, I got two great parents. In their own way, they’ve been the two people I could count on to give me the support I needed, when I needed it. And sometimes they’ve tried to help me too much, and I’ve had to tell them no.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Every great now and then, you come across a story, or a song, that truly sparks something in a child’s imagination. Something that starts you wondering about life, and the things in it, and all the mysteries that lie all around.
I remember when I was just six years old. My father owned a skating rink and listening to the song the Legend of the Wooley Swamp by the Charlie Daniel Band. I first heard it was the dark of night and I was in the record booth in the rink, one of Dad’s employees told me to listen to the song, it had just come out on a 45. I was 6, and the record booth was really dark.