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“So, Who’s Your Hero?” Umm…

Thursday, June 30th, 2016

I had the pleasure of surprising my Little Brother this past Monday for his post-day birthday. I took an early flight into NYC, picked up a birthday bouquet, and delivered it to his office. He walked out to deal with a customer, did a triple take when he saw me, and I raised the package with a “Delivery for Little Eddie!” He was surprised. The office workers were surprised. The customers were surprised. It was a motif. Anyway, me and LB were talking at lunch and the subject turned to a friend of his from college; his hero.

A Birthday Message For Little Brother L.A.M. (Little Asian Meanie)

Monday, June 27th, 2016

“You need to think about what you said!”

Those words have been seared into my memory for nearly sixteen years now. He was very, very angry with me when he said them. What was it about? I honestly don’t remember, and it wasn’t the first time he yelled at me online. That was back when he couldn’t help but yell at people online. That was his thing. He signed off of AOL a few moments later while I continued doing whatever it was I was doing, his words still hanging in the air and on my instant messenger pop-up.

Falling Awake: The Story Behind The Story (Part 1)

Thursday, June 23rd, 2016

I decided early on last year to do something I’ve never done before and that’s document my thought process while writing a story. There were parts of the novella Falling Awake I had in my head and plot points that didn’t exist yet, so I was curious to see how it would all develop. If you’ve never read the story, this may perk your interest in it. If you enjoyed the final version of the story, then this may interest you to know how it came to be. If you didn’t, I imagine you’ll stop reading right about now. Hopefully you will or have enjoyed it.

My Life (Season 46)

Tuesday, June 21st, 2016

46. Hard to believe. Maybe not for you if we’ve only ever met in a cursory way, or perhaps not even met at all. But there it is. I find it hard to believe that I actually have 46 years of experience under my belt and have lived to write about it. I don’t feel 46. I don’t even think of myself as 46. My reflection in the mirror begs to differ. Bastard. And if this is the 46th season of my life, I need to kick it off with a bit of a bang instead of a whimper.

Club For Blue-Eyed People Attacked By Extremist Catholic Filipinos

Thursday, June 16th, 2016

Imagine for a moment attending a nightclub for people who have blue eyes, and someone walks onto the dance floor, pulls out an assault shotgun and another handgun, and kills fifty attendees. The response from Fundamental Evangelical Christian groups is “The group is unnatural, so they’ve reaped what they sewed.” Politicians immediately take to denouncing the violence at the club without mentioning the folks attending had blue eyes, and use the opportunity to blame President Obama for letting extremist Catholic Filipino terrorists into the country because their version of a Holy Book says “You shall not lie with someone who has blue eyes as one lies with someone who doesn’t have blue eyes; it is an abomination.” Meanwhile, Rep. Pete Sessions states he was told (because this absolves him for getting it wrong) that the “Hottest Place For People With Blue Eyes” may have only had a couple people with blue eyes there, but that there were mostly Latinos in attendance.

Goddammit…People Are Dead!

Monday, June 13th, 2016 defines “tragedy” as “a lamentable, dreadful, or fatal event or affair; calamity; disaster: as in stunned by the tragedy of so many deaths. And while tragedies have remained true to their definition, it’s many of the reactions that haven’t. Several of these reactions can best be defined by the word “stupidity”: “the state, quality, or fact of being stupid.” This is exactly how I felt Sunday morning after waking up and reading about the shootings, wounded, and fatalities at the Orlando nightclub, Pulse.

A Slightly Unpleasant Reminder

Thursday, June 9th, 2016

It happens every couple of years that Father’s Day falls on my birthday. We don’t plan it that way, but it does indeed happen. My parents thought it would be great sadistic fun one year long ago to inform me I couldn’t celebrate my birthday at that time because I wasn’t a father. I wasn’t even capable of being a father at that age. And my grief and tears over this gave them a good laugh. Ah, my parents. Naturally, they were teasing as parents do, and I did have my birthday. I also got my revenge on them by never becoming a father. heh heh heh… Er, wait…

A Smile & a Wave From a Blind Girl

Monday, June 6th, 2016

Have you ever noticed how just the right smile on someone’s face can totally disarm you? That’s one of the things I notice about someone, and what used to attract me to people back before I became ensnared in my husband’s wicked Asian web of willing servitude. He has an incredible smile too. Okay, he’s also got a set of buns that… Yeah, wow! <giggling> Anyway, I’ve noticed that when children aren’t doing that whole annoying crying thing, they actually smile a lot. Teens? When they aren’t doing that whole angsty thing, they smile. Twenty-somethings? Yup. Much past that? Not so much.

The Fickle Finger of Airline Travel Blame

Thursday, June 2nd, 2016

Right, I’m back in the saddle today after two weeks of promo blog posts for the Butt Villains On Vacation anthology. Yes, I’ve spared you those on this blog, but the book is still worth checking out, and I think it’s one of the best covers we’ve had yet. So, what’s been going on? Me, not you. You always talk and the rest of us can’t get a word in edgewise. Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve been doing a little traveling and suffering with everybody else in the lines at the airport.