Heading to the Bahamas for a couple months, so plan on blogging again under this new "handle." "Advocate" as my new novel (not out, yet) is titled "The Advocate."
Thanks if you followed my blog. I appreciated it and hope you appreciated them.
How could you live with an 'official' of a government taking your children away?
I gotta tell you what happened after my last blog. I texted my old neighbor in the cannon and told him that 'gullible' was the wrong word to use for explaining the phenomena of people believing things that are so obviously false.
With some of the almost unbelievable, cockamamie, hair-brained statements and rationalizations I've heard lately, I have to recount for you something my neighbor told me.
Settle yourselves comfortably in a chair this summer, escape the pressures of your ordinary lives, and read a book.
A Different View: Who's failing our kids?
There are claims being tossed about that our schools are failing our kids and that our teachers are not doing their jobs.
When I went to say goodbye to my neighbor, here, in the cannon, I was told to remember him by something he was going to tell me.
Can you imagine, for example, a future…a society… where somber children are ushered into their schools under the watchful eyes of armed guards in flak suits and scanned for weapons?
Everybody's happy…if we understand each other. No?
Recognizing and understanding why the people around you act the way they do is essential to avoid conflicts in relationships and build success in careers.
If we were taught from a young age how to recognize our personal behavior style, it would help explain a lot about life, ourselves, and understanding others.
Reflecting on what's missing from my view....and why we should never ignore fate.
When you're silently sequestered in the hot tub, shrouded in steam, and pretty much undetectable you see things that most people don't get to see.
As I take my first hot tub soak of 2018, although it's a snowbound winter wonderland, my view is inward.
That's what I'm going to do: run away from 2017 and glide into 2018. Happy New Year!
The plum that blew into my mind this wintry evening, I believe, is the ultimate plum poem.
Enjoying the arrival of old man winter, thinking, and being thankful.