Author Archives: bryan

Twas the week before Christmas, I’m searching my soul For rips and for tears and for fancies unwhole; I’m searching to understand common accord, In hopes that I find what I must have ignored; — My children were raised by … Continue reading →

I am one of 8,078,859,508… 8,078,859,571… 8,078,859,601… 8,078,859,688… 8,078,859,762… 8,078,859,856… 8,078,859,937… 8,078,860,060… To increase the world population by five-hundred-fifty-two individual Humans, it took approximately four minutes with approximately one-hundred births for every forty-five deaths. All that drama (1,002 babies born, … Continue reading →

This week I am reading “The Frozen Hours” from Jeff Shaara, a fictional account of the first months of the Korean War. About two-thirds of the way in, General Oliver P. Smith vows “to repair the raw, ugly stupidity that … Continue reading →

Twas the light before darkness, when all through my head This word it escaped and that word it has fled; Intention’s been pushed and my thoughts thusly shoved, But still I remember how much I am loved; — My children … Continue reading →

There are worse things than spilled milk. Like boiled over turnips. My wife boils her turnips in water and milk. I hate turnips. She left the room Thanksgiving morning and I was left to deal with nasty, smelly, milky boiled … Continue reading →