Tag: april

For Men Only: The Secret Life of Women

 

That’s a photo of the little woman (Now don’t get all hissy. I warned you snowflakes of the female persuasion not to read this) with one of her BFFs. Marie the wife is on the left. 

Marie is fairly typical of her sex, I suppose. I don’t know for certain because I don’t know many women. What women I know, I don’t quite understand, but I’m willing to tell you the little that I do know.

I accompanied Marie one time to one of her regular lunches with the ladies. I’ve never heard such frivolous talk. They talked about quilts, babies, their outfits, the personality defects of those who didn’t show up. Whatever was on the surface of life, they talked about. I heard one of them say that dying wouldn’t be half bad if she could take her cute little outfits to the afterlife with her. (I think she was joking.)

Lifelines and Deadlines

 

“Are you sure you should go?” my mother asked. Yes, I was. Positive. A family friend had just lost her newborn. How could I not go, unless my presence at the funeral would disturb her too greatly? But I had been assured this was not so: the grieving mother would not be undone by the sight of the visibly pregnant, and would rather have more people, not fewer, with her to remember her own child’s brief life. So I went.

The child had died of SIDS. The coroner said there was nothing that could have prevented it. It was just one of those things. The grieving mother, though, believed the truth might be otherwise. Hers had not been an ideal pregnancy from the start. She had made choices that she now wished she could unmake. No one could wish to add to her grief by agreeing with her, at least not during a time when the grief was so fresh. But her regrets were understandable ones.

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Back in 1992 when I changed careers to become an industrial buyer, I joined the local chapter of NAPM, National Association of Purchasing Managers. It was ideal for networking, and I got my first full-time job as a result of an evening class with a bunch of buyers. As I went to meetings, and met […]

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I have never been good with time.  When I was 5, my parents told me that in March I would have a little brother or sister.  I was really excited (and there are old cassette tapes of me singing songs about how delighted I was).  However, after my sister entered the world in March of […]

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It’s my sixtieth birthday and I’m feeling a wee bit morbid. I’m happy to still be on the blooming side of the daisies, but I know well that I’m approaching my inevitable deadline. As a lawyer, I know how important it is to plan for my expiration date but, like doctors with bad habits, lawyers […]

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Work now means writing on foreign policy. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do & it is the sort of troublesome stuff I love–I was educated to do pol.sci: The uglier things get, the more I like it. I sometimes think there is something for men that’s like gossip for women–like Jane Austen characters […]

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National Poetry Month – Ricochet Challenge

 

April is National Poetry Month here in the U.S. I haven’t seen any mention here yet of that subject, so I would like to issue a Ricochet poetry challenge. Write a poem on any subject you would like and in any form. That is all there is to the challenge. You can post it here or in a separate thread if you think it deserves one.

Now, some might argue that the world has too much bad poetry already. But in defense of bad poetry, it sometimes leads to better poetry from the writer in the future. I’ve been writing poetry for more than 40 years, and when I started, it was all bad. Now, just most of mine is bad. Or in the words of my old friend Dave Steinke: