Happy Birthday to my first wife, Donelle Mae Flick Paullin, who is 63 years old today. This story is not a happy message, and I have really edited it down to keep it a short, painful, disjointed story. I have not heard from Donelle for over 20 years now, since Read more…
MIND (a poem) The Master Power that molds and makes, And Man is Mind, Evermore he takes the tools of thought And shaping what he wills, Creates a thousand joys, A thousand ills, He thinks in secret But in comes to pass, Environment is but his looking-glass. James Allen (As Read more…
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them. – Lois McMaster Bujold This is the third part of my continuing series on “Silence”. There has been an epidemic of younger, white, middle class men who have been dying at Read more…
This is the second part of my continuing series on silence: We arrived at the Oregon coast, at Cannon Beach, on a partly sunny Monday afternoon. We were quickly greeted by our very long-term dear friend from Arizona, June and her ten-year love interest, Michael (are you ever getting Read more…
This is the first of a series exploring the reasons behind my participation in The Conspiracy Of Silence She considered herself a minister, and a teacher, and a leader, for those on “the spiritual path”. She was quite the planner, and was also studious, and read everything readily available Read more…