[Flash Fiction writing prompt, time = 30 minutes]Didn't expect to be here again.Then again, didn't expect it to be me standing before her, she, crumpled against the ground, crying. From my position at the height of the stairs I'm looking down at her, legs splayed, black dog on leash to one side, dressed in all … Continue reading The Other Woman
The back of my eyeballs hurt. This is the un-fun part of authorship. The point right before publication, raking through each chapter one mo' gen, making sure there's no escaping extra spaces, or errant commas, or misspelled names. Yes, I've managed to misspell my own characters' names in several places. These are the tasks … Continue reading Feelin’ Like A Struck Match
It's finals week at ye olde alma mater (see what I did there?). Remember finals? FINALS. Mind, body, and spirit just wigging out to appease the professor. Take a break, Sojourner of The Optimal Grade Point Average. I invite you to indulge in a bit of escapism. Enjoy my top 3 popular posts of the … Continue reading Finals Schminals!
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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[Writing prompt courtesy of textsfromlastnight.com; time = 15 minutes] The number of times I've puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too much for my pride. Whatever's left of it anyways. That girl ripped my balls off with volition, sprinkled with determination. My fault, really. The drinking is, well, a problem. The intersection of … Continue reading ‘The number of times I’ve puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too much for my pride.’
Yesterday Bobby and I walked over to the path we usually take around the lake. Sitting on a stoop, presumably waiting on the omnipresent Fred, was an unfamiliar person. I, always quick to assess my environs and collect information on hangers about, approached him, letting Bobby sniff him up. The man was not fighting off … Continue reading Shake My Hand Like A Man