Tryptophan hangover

What eyes did betray When the stomach knew too well So many choices Resolve surrendered Coma-causing trifecta Turkey, yams, green beans Jeans button unsnapped Remorse, regret settled in Second slice of pie BETRAY transitive verb \bi-ˈtrā, bē-\ 3: to fail or desert especially in time of need Trifecta, a weekly one-word prompt, challenges writers to…

Shades of grey

The choice in politics isn’t usually between black and white. It’s between two horrible shades of gray. ~ Lord Thorneycroft The more I watch news reports about the GOP presidential candidates, and the more I think about the current administration and what has been done, and not done, over the last three years, the more…

Cake by any other name

My son is in his second year at technical school. If you know anything about his educational and/or personal history, you would realize how awesome that truly is. During his first year, he only attended as a part-time student. This year? Full-time… booyah! I digress… At 18, he is by far the youngest student in…

NaNoWriMo: downhill slide

With only ten days to go, I’m on the downward slide for NaNoWriMo. I’ve managed to keep up with the writing quotas, keeping on track for daily word counts. Hopefully I’ll pass the 35,000 mark sometime today. This week is going to be challenging with Thanksgiving prep and wanting to visit with my College Kid…

Rust and iron

Spent some time around train tracks this weekend near Mossy Head, FL. There is something very appealing to me about rust and iron. (Photos shot with a Nikon D60, using an 18-55mm, 55-200mm, 20mm f/2.8 wide-angle, 50mm f/1.8 prime lens, Nikon CoolPix S205 and/or iPhone4) For more photos, please visit my Flickr photostream. More Weekly…

Golden child

“I don’t get it. It’s just dinner. Why are you making such big deal about it?” “For you it’s just dinner, you’re the Golden Child.” “Not that again.” “When the ‘rents summon me to attend Thanksgiving Dinner, it’s not to enjoy a loving family meal together. It’s far more sinister than that.” “I think you’re…