Both the pen and keyboard are pretty mighty.
I have never been a Bible guy, there was always a Bible in the house, somewhere. I knew the big things, as chosen by modern media, Hollywood epics on Easter weekends. 10 Commandments, Jesus, the Lords Prayer. I guess you could call it the highlight reel but I have...
Chapter 13 In Moscow for a week or two on my way home to England in the fall of 1929, I became aware of the shadows of terror which were already closing in on Russia. Nevertheless, back in London I threw myself into the work of the British Communist party, and tried...
In 1941, a 19 year old Spitfire pilot, John Gillespie Magee Jr. wrote High Flight. A few months later he was killed. Take a few moments to remember. High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered...
Two quotes on work to inspire you today.
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase, and there was never virgin got till virginity was first lost. That you were made of is metal to make virgins. Virginity by...
An excellent opportunity for amateur playwrights trying to move a script to production, with a guaranteed spot at the 2016 Windsor Fringe!
I once visited the great battlefield of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. It was in July, on the 141st. anniversary of the battle. Sticky hot. Lush. Vintage. Charming. And it carried with it a song that will echo through my mind and heart forever. I was on a personal...
Before we were married, Rita had a baby girl, her name was Loretta, and she was born on November 17, 1954. In those days, we had to adopt the baby after we were married. In 1956 I bought a house in North Minto. It was not a very nice house but it was our own. I paid...
Salme Stories: A Mother’s Journey Part 4- War Times and 2 Countries I've been speechless in the wrong way these days. Reacting, without thinking, to all of the present day fear of refugees, immigration, ISIS, ISIL, tyranny, terrorism, and afraid of what could be...
Headlights define the world Endless road passes through A bend, a hill, a bridge In random succession Was a start? Will be an end? Only now in silence The ever unchanging now Hark a splash of light Then blinded dark Tree has been and is again? Or bend or hill or...
For the past year, every day at 6:30 A.M. Hunter Doyle has organized and recorded his research from the previous day. Hunter is s a 2nd year student of architecture,studying at The AA, London. He has organized his archive into 153 folders. creating a new folder for...