The Essence of Andy Clitheroe- by Naguib Kerba

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Hazards of Spring Cleaning by J. S. Marlo

 

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It's been raining for a week over here, so I went into spring cleaning mode. I'm far from done, but I'm making substantial progress. As I install a new celing fan, clean the other fans (bathrooms/ceilings/kitchen...), go up and down the stepladder to clean windows and light fixtures, scenarios of how someone could be killed in ways that looked accidental pop into my mind.

So, for the fun of it, I browsed the web for household  deaths. Did all these events truly happen? I don't know, but I could definitely relate to the following ones:

1- While cleaning outside windows, someone fell from a ladder.

* I missed the last step of 3-step stepladder yesterday cleaning a bathroom fan, but thankfully I didn't break or sprain anything.

2- While cleaning the kitchen, someone tripped over the open dishwasher door and was fatally impaled on knives sticking up of the cutlery tray.

* I did that once, but the dishwasher was empty.

3- While attempting to separate frozen burgers with a knife in the kitchen,  someone stabbed himself in the stomach.

* I did that too many times to count with a regular knife, but I may think twice before doing it again.

4- While someone was dusting a bookcase, the bookcase tipped forward, crushing that person to death.

* When my son was little, he climbed his 3-drawer dresser using the handles as footholds. The dresser, which faced his bed, tipped over him. His room was the smallest in the house, and there was maybe 2 feet between the dresser and the footboard of his bed, just enough space to open the drawers. The dresser hit the footboard, which stopped its fall. I heard a huge bang and a piercing scream. I found my son sitting at the foot of his bed with the dresser inches over his head. He was safe and scared, but not as scared as I was over what could have been.

I guess I should go back to cleaning...

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Rainbows and Puppy Dogs by Julie Christen

We learn early on that life is hard. And it most certainly is NOT fair. What are the old adages? 

Flight comes after the struggle.

Nothing gold can stay. 

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  

Life ain't all rainbows and puppy dogs.

Maker knows, I have leaned on sayings like these more times than I can count to get me through some dark times in my life. Like this spring.

But don't you sometimes just get a little exhausted from it all? Don't you sometimes just wish the universe would back off ... For. One. Minute? Wouldn't it be nice to give your "Suck it up" muscles a chance to go soft? Why exactly, Mr. Robert Frost, why can't some golden things stick around? And what's so wrong, after all, with a few more rainbows and puppy dogs?

I do understand the danger of getting too comfortable - how it makes the mind complacent. Makes it easy to quit exploring. Quit wishing, quit being curious, quit wanting much of anything from life. And maybe too much comfort can lull you into taking some of the good things for granted. 

But I do not believe life was meant to be spent perpetually on the toes. And I don't mean prima ballerina-style. I mean, always-on-guard, prepare-for-ninja-attack toes. At some point, aren't we allowed to relish in the deliciousness of relaxed shoulders and a slack jaw? I'm talking as an expected, relished, well-earned part of life, not as a prescribed therapeutic remedy we must be reminded to carry out.

Think of all those in our lives, too, who take (or took) the whole "Never quit" and "Hang in there" kitten poster to Olympic levels. Like Frank Kuntz, who still fights to this very minute through cancer and a heartbreaking yet inspiring past to preserve the Nokota horses. 

Think of Jude. Our publishing warrior. Who took a chance on us. She saw something special in us and made our dreams of writing become something real. 

I can't control the universe. 

I can, however, decide how to tell my stories. While I do not intend to glaze over hardships and struggles for readers to connect to, I will always try to relax some shoulders, unclench some jaws, and share some rainbows and puppy dogs. Every. Single. Time.

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No dogs will die in my books. You're welcome.

To Josie. A beautiful blink in my life. 

(2023-2026)

A fun quiz on psychopaths Part 2 by donalee Moulton

 

Last month we put ourselves to the test with the first part of what we believe is the world’s inaugural, and perhaps only, fun quiz on psychopaths created in honor of Hung Out to Die’s main character, Riel Brava. This month we’re diving into the final part of the quiz. Good luck!

                                                    

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1.     What’s the most psychopathic state in the US?

a.     Arkansas

b.     California

c.     Connecticut

 

2.     What’s the number one vocation chosen by psychopaths?

a.     Accountant

b.     CEO

c.     Dentist 

 

3.     What other professions attract psychopaths?

a.     Lawyer

b.     Police officer

c.     Surgeon

 

4.     Psychopaths have a poor sense of:

a.     Direction

b.     Humour

c.     Smell

 

5. Psychopaths may be immune to:

a.  Contagious yawning

b.  Punishment

c.   Stress

 

#1

Connecticut is the most psychopathic state per capita. The most psychopathic area of the US, however, is the federal district of Washington DC. 

 

#2

The number one job chosen by psychopaths is CEO.  Up to 12% of CEOs and three percent of business leaders exhibit psychopathic traits. If he couldn't study psychopaths in prisons, Canadian psychologist Robert Hare said his second choice would have been The Vancouver Stock Exchange.

 

#3

This was a trick question! The answers are all right.

 

#4

The higher study subjects scored on a standard psychopath test, the lower their ability to identify different smells.

 

#5

This was another trick question! All the answers are correct.

 

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May Blooms; May Mourns

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Before the filles du roi...Desperate to escape her past, Jeanne, a poor widow, accompanies a rich woman to Quebec. The sea voyage is long, one of privation and danger. In 1640, the decision to emigrate takes raw courage, but the struggling colony of Quebec, so far a collection of rough soldiers and fur traders, needs French women if it is ever to take firm root in the wilderness.

May is, in many old world traditions, the Hawthorne month--beautiful flowers, sharp thorns--a month of contradictions, a time of rebirth and penitence. The Romans and many of the Celtic and Britannic nations as well observed it as a month of celibacy. For housewives, it was a month of house cleaning, necessary after the smoke and soot of a long sequestered winter spent indoors.  

So, here we are again, in May, one that has lived up to both sides of her nature. We've had 90 degree days, tricking the fruit trees into full bloom. This was, almost at once, followed by heavy freezes all over the northeastern US. The much anticipated fruit crop has been badly damaged. Some orchards have lost everything. Many small, local farms will be financially ruined. It's horrible to imagine what industrial evil will seize their land. 

The thorns have drawn blood; Ostara is not pleased with us. This humble mortal thinks she has reasons.

This May has been a mourning month for authors here at BWL, for we've lost our fearless leader, Jude Pittman, who, with the help of friends and angels, braved the early 2000's e-pub experiment. She rescued many of us from obscurity when she discovered/appreciated our work and asked us to join her venture. 

An introvert historian, I was never part of her closest circle, but I was always grateful for her confidence in me as a writer. My fourteen books would never have seen the light of day without her. She was like a battery--she powered us all forward until the day she'd given every ounce of her energy. Then, suddenly, like a battery, she died. It's hard to imagine things without her.  

She called me a year ago and asked me to write another Quebec book for her, a paranormal, a bit out of my natural purview. With a sick husband and no family nearby to help and many, many chainsaws in the air, I really hadn't thought of putting the writer part of myself to work in that way again, but there she was--Jude's voice on the phone--saying she wanted me to do it. So, here I am, in the middle of another creation, another story willed into existence by her--and by her John Wisdomkeeper, the Standing Bear in her life.

"Hail the Traveler." Safe journey. 

~~Juliet Waldron

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Fly Away Snow Goose

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Transport to Fort Providence residential school is only the beginning of their ordeal, for the teachers believe it is their sworn duty to “kill the Indian inside.” All attempts at escape are severely punished, but Yaotl and Sascho, along with two others, will run away, undertaking a journey of 900 kilometers across the Northwest Territory. Like wild geese, brave hearts together, they are homeward bound.