The Rules

Possibly the best blog ever. Especially if you are a Dad with daughters. Do read, have a good laugh, and you may think, like me, “I wish I had this when my little girl was dating.”

Mitigating Chaos

IMG_2671 Megan, Elissa & Kelliann, somewhere in Ashville, NC

I decided to re-post this from 2012. It was a hit back then and I am told that it hangs on refrigerators all around the world.

There are many new readers who have never seen it.

The Rules For Dating My Daughters

The photo? Well, that was from Elissa’s “Bachelorette Party” this weekend. They aren’t little girls any longer, but I’m still their Daddy.

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Twittering Tale #51 – 26 September 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

harvest-2733443_1280 Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

Each year he offered the first of the crop to his darling wife.

This year she was not there to receive it.
Gone.
The apple of his eye forever!

(140 characters)

Twittering Tale #49 – 12 September 2017

It’s time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creative souls. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 140 characters or fewer.

Wilmington DE © @timsavage Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here.

The apartments at the top of the World Trade Centre really were the ultimate in luxury. He whispered in her ear “Will you be mine forever?”

(139 characters)

(There were NO apartments in the WTC buildings destroyed on September 11 2001)

Help Is Here

This is America. Not the rubbish we see in the papers and on TV, not the over rich politicians who have no idea what it is to be hungry, or have nowhere to rest, not the overpaid sports, media, and entertainment “stars”. These are the stars!

that little voice

I returned home just days following Hurricane Harvey’s rampage through this part of Texas, getting a first hand view of the devastation to some 100+ families, not including the dozens of businesses that were impacted in our small town. The saddest part of this tragedy is most of those affected could not afford these life changing events.

They lost everything…except each other. They have no clothes, no shoes, no food, no furniture,  no school supplies, no homes, no direction…and no money.

Rebuild? How? With What?

Move? Where?

Pull yourself up with your boot straps? Who has boots?

I sat with a restaurant owner yesterday as she handed out grocery store gift cards, clothing store gift cards, and cash to her staff members who have no place to live, and no means to ‘start over’. It was important that the restaurant open because these folks needed to get a paycheck, and that wouldn’t…

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Sometimes What Matters

I’ve loved everything about Colleen’s Chatter Blog ever since I found it. You will love it too! Sometimes, what matters comes in neat packages. Damnit, I love it!

The Chatter Blog

Love isn’t about everything being perfect.

Or always being easy.

Love is about everything that matters.

And sometimes what matters,

Isn’t easy.

Or perfect.

But damnit, you love it.

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Account overdrawn

If only I could see an end,
and know what time there is to spend,
I may, perhaps, withdraw some days
with no more thought of he who pays.
 
And then when I had no days left,
with those remaining so bereft,
some weeping, sad, and quite forlorn,
I’d tarry there where I was born.
 
I’d hold your hand, and you would seek
the source of breath upon your cheek,
and then I’d whisper in your ear.
You’d know my presence, feel me near.
 
But, sadly, my account was bare.
There were no extra days to share!
And no withdrawal ever made.
The bank was empty, so I paid!

Reminders for Myself

Sage advice from Owen here. If these could be instilled in all, instead of 25% of the current curriculum, we may begin to climb out of the doldrums!

No Talent For Certainty

Never excuse one evil by pointing to another evil

When recounting your grievances, remember: people lose patience with reruns

You aren’t a failure just because someone said you were —
you aren’t a success by that measure, either

Never try to explain some small random thing
by substituting an even larger, more random thing

Respect people for the human value they provide; i.e.,
show a lot more respect to farmers

Better yet, respect people, period

Fight the human tendency to believe
that if you don’t know what someone does
they must not do anything

Imagination breeds expectation, which yields disappointment;
imagination also breeds empathy, which allows us to help each other through disappointment —
so, do that

Social reinforcement doesn’t make something right or wrong,
it just makes it feel that way

People are starving for any bits of respect or affection
even though we can all give them away…

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Fallen Angel

He was no angel

but neither was I

He promised the universe,

Sun, sea, and sky

His head in the clouds

for most of the day

He asked my opinion

and then went HIS way.

 

The days went by quickly

the nights far too fast

Our love life was raunchy

but doomed not to last

We both made a promise

that HE failed to keep

With wide open eyes

I fell far too deep.

 

And now that he’s gone

I look back with a smile

For while our love lasted

‘twas best by a mile

but ladies be warned

please be careful when choosing

for the best sex on earth

can be terribly bruising!

Elysian

This post by Chris Nicholas is well worth reading (right to the end!)

If you are someone who struggles to accept people who are different: try.
You just might learn something new, or even help to make the world a better or safer place.

Love is love. Human is human. And regardless of what some may wish to believe; we are equal. We are all valued. And we all connected.

The Renegade Press

Milk and honey have different colours, but they share the same house peacefully.

  • African proverb

One of the most defining moments of my admittedly short writing career came on December 20th, 2014 when I received my first death threat from a reader. The threat, received via email, was in response to an article I had written which drew comparisons between religious intolerance and a criminological model known as the Broken Windows Theory. Throughout the post, I suggested that the constant defamation of an ideology through misrepresentation and bigotry damages an individual’s perception of a subculture, and creates a rift in our society.

To illustrate my point, I spoke of the Islamic faith and the unjust insinuation that it is a religion defined by violence. I compared acts perpetuated by extremists as stones hurled through the windows of a beautiful monument in an attempt to damage its image and cheapen…

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