Photo credit @J.S.Brand A New Circus by T. Delaplain They say you can’t run away from yourself. Maybe not, but you can leave the circus. I suppose you posted on Facebook, “My love, missing since ...” Since you rearranged my face the last time. There's no internet, so who gives a shit? I cook, clean,... Continue Reading →
I’ve been lost in Baja, Mexico, enjoying the sun and sand, sometimes wasting paper writing tall tales, sometimes cooking for strays at MyBajaKitchen.com. La Señora took a liking to Sarah’s photo and insisted on living another 100 words. Here’s her web of intrigue. La Señora came to me at a run down clam shack; feet... Continue Reading →
A return to civility? One can’t lose hope. Here is Senator Flake’s speech concerning the train wrecked state of American politics. It’s worth a read.
I’ve tried over the years to resist the siren call to blog incessantly, to ‘build followers’, or to waste your time with endless static. You deserve that respect. I post when there’s something worth saying, fueled by an emotion or an idea that I’ve felt strongly about.
What follows is the text of a speech given this week by Senator Jeff Flake of Arizona which I believe will come to be remembered as a pivotal moment in American history. I believe this speech should be read by as many citizens of this planet as possible because it speaks truth to power and is a perfect example of the jeweled bearings upon which the destiny of nations turn. The ‘media’ will do with it what various editors decide; pro or con, up or down, yes or no, depending on who writes the paychecks. Pay no attention to them. Read for yourself…
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Photo inspiration from Doug MacIIroy The Last Song By T. Delaplain The noose tightened and her singing fell silent. The gilded cage tarnished under years of demands and obedience. He was a wise one, no marks were ever seen on her beautiful body, her soul however kept the tally. The last song, the last punishment,... Continue Reading →
Photo credit by Sarah Potter Scrape Off The Day: The Unwritten Rules for Women Medical Students. by T. Delaplain, MD Always be more than prepared; know the common, the obscure, the zebras and the pearls. Don't be wrong; that's a luxury. Never flinch or duck; your male colleague will always see it. Blend in but stand out.... Continue Reading →
Great writing advice. Use what you know but don’t only write what you know.
One of my favourite authors is here on my blog today.
After reading Evie Gaughan’s wonderful book, The Mysterious Bakery on Rue de ParisI nearly caught a ferry over to the West Coast of Ireland to meet her in person. This is what good books can make you do. Seriously, you write a cracking novel and you might find your readers doing strange things. I did wonder how Evie would react to having a mad blonde book fan turn up, unannounced, on her doorstep, begging for an author selfie, a signed copy of her book, a guided tour of her hometown, an intense discussion about why she wrote her amazing book, a nose around her attic, where she writes and a cup of tea with cake. So I settled for the next best thing, a guest blog post. *Sigh*
Without further ado, please welcome Irish author, Evie Gaughan.
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Photo prompt @Dale Rogerson A second story for Friday Fictioneers especially for DR. I know he's out there. Changing the Chorus by T. Delaplain Regardless of the tempo or cadence, the chorus remained the same, "I'm not ready." Their coffee dates and long lunches were punctuated by stiff hugs and brief stolen kisses; neither knowing... Continue Reading →
Photo courtesy of Dale Rogerson's real life and completely unrelated to my fictional tale, in case you were worried. Welcome Neighbor by T. Delaplain A soft cough and a flash of Sunday best fabric announced the committee's arrival; midwestern hospitality and a basket of freshly baked welcome. She stopped unpacking the life she no longer... Continue Reading →
Photo credit: Janet Webb Glass Houses By T. Delaplain Helen's world was shrink wrapped, the glass house he provided kept her well contained. "A safe haven", he had promised at the altar. What once felt manageable was now stifling. Her life had become so small that she could feel the glass above, beside and beneath... Continue Reading →