[Repost] For My Buddy Frank
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For Frank on Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day
For Frank on National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day
It’s that time of year again.
This was originally published here on 7 December 2012. In what has become an annual tradition, I am re-posting it today in honor of its subject, my buddy Frank.
National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day
It’s that day of the year again.
This was originally published here on 7 December 2012. In what is turning into an annual tradition, I am re-posting it today in honor of its subject, my buddy Frank.
Daily Diversion #292: Buddies
Buddies
National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day
This was originally published here on 7 December 2012. In what is turning into an annual tradition, I am re-posting it today in honor of its subject, my buddy Frank.
Daily Prompt: My Best Friend
Do I believe in the concept of best friends? Of course I do! See below:
Al and Nic: Goofing off.
We’re 98% the same person. She’s my best friend, my sister from another mother, my platonic other half. Nic is one of the handful of things that makes life precious, and worth living.
“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”-A.A. Milne
Daily Diversion #106: On My Shelf
Only very special books live on the shelf above the desk in my studio. I am about to start reading Hung in the Middle, a memoir by my dear friend Alana Nicole Sholar. Methinks she is in good company.
Hung in the Middle
Daily Diversion #96: Playing Hooky
I have so much writing and editing to do this weekend. My to-do list numbers in the dozens. Before I get the productivity ball rolling, I need to unwind. Today, this means Margaritas and silliness with my best friend. Check this space tomorrow for normal posts. Until then, I am unwinding.
Parrot on the shoulder, and one of my favourite wordsmiths on my chest.
“Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.”-Patti Smith
Margaritas
[Intermezzo] Not Quite a Fairy Tale, in Four Lines
I’m Facebook friends with a garden gnome. His name is Robert. He plays Jazz guitar. True story.
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