The difference between abuse and discipline is Care. I mention this to remind of the torture I'm capable of putting myself through. In this delicate situation, the torture of completing the draft manuscript of I Blew Up Juarez for final review. Ciara was right; I couldn't end the book because I didn't want to let … Continue reading And Like That, Poof! It’s Gone
I’ve been to Bremen,Germany several times, mainly on guided school trips depending what was being studied, and a couple of jaunts around with the family unit, but it was the regular all-school trip to der Marktplatz on Kriskringlestag that excited me the most. My first recollection that Tuesday at the Kriskringlemarkt was of the air … Continue reading Fröhliche Kriskringlestag!
[On Peace] Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let every new year find you a better person.
I said this out loud today. To my supporting character. As the photo demonstrates, I am chasing my tail, creatively speaking. I'm so close to clamping the end of this danged revision. Seriously, I can smell the "The End"! But then I have that, oh, but one more thing... moment, feeling I'm closing out the … Continue reading How Many Times Do I Need To Talk To You??
I had that moment again.
The garrulous absurdity to actualize my station in life out loud, in front of other people. A verbal check-in/confirmation: I am at where I planned to be this time two years ago. I am on schedule.
The result of that mis-slip of affirmation: a reminder someone else hasn’t got it all figured out.
It’s not a competition, homie. Nor is it your role to turn on the shit spigot. We should take moments to celebrate other people’s achievements. We should swim in their wakes. It’s a terrible aspect of American social conditioning: if someone is happy, do your part to shut it down, immediately!
Two months, people. My first fiction novel is available to you in TWO. MONTHS. My project management skills have gotten me to the point of final editing towards full publication, but good ol’ gumption got me to proclaim that I exist…
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This is so common sense, it amazes me how this topic continues to be a polemic. Why can’t everyone think like a soldier?
This is a guest post from friend of the blog Soren Sjogren, a Danish Army Officer who has led a mixed-gender infantry unit in combat.
Leading women in combat
Whether women are eligible to serve in combat units in the US is no longer a discussion. The first women have already passed basic infantry training and American junior officers will soon face the challenges of leading mixed units.
As a Danish army officer I have led mixed platoon-size combat units in Iraq and Afghanistan. Here is what I have learned about leading women in combat.
Do not focus on gender
Gender is not important. Ethnicity is not important either. What is important, however, is this simple question: Does this person deliver the results expected as a part of the team? The only standards to measure are…
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Ian stayed up from 10pm to 11am to smoke a turkey. Our turkey. Our planned post-Thanksgiving, post-apocalyptic shopping day, turkey. I did two Thanksgivings, and I made eggplant lasagna for one, a pumpkin-apple pie for another. But I never quite get enough of my own turkey during these events. We dialogued and came to terms … Continue reading This British Divorce Party Ain’t Over!
I had that moment again. The garrulous absurdity to actualize my station in life out loud, in front of other people. A verbal check-in/confirmation: I am at where I planned to be this time two years ago. I am on schedule. The result of that mis-slip of affirmation: a reminder someone else hasn't got it … Continue reading Confidence and Adversity Shouldn’t Fight