Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 30, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 30, 2004

Rainy Nights

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 30, 2004 – ‘Rainy Nights’ – so essential to our well-being, yet to hear people complain one would think we had to walk over hot coals in hell whenever it rains. Moaning, groaning and whimpering over a bit of water. Now a heavy snow fall in mid-April, that’s something to wail about.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 29, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 29, 2004

Self-Acceptance

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 29, 2004 – I was watching a film last week-end about European and English knights and the jousting and broadsword matches in which they competed. Of course, there was the cruel, self-serving bad knight (with the black horse) and the good knight, who wasn’t really of noble birth.

Happy Hearts

Happy Hearts

What Is Better Than A  Feel Good Animal Story?

Happy Hearts – If you are involved in a specific animal cause or are a supporter of many different animal issues – the daily sadness of human cruelty to animals can be soul destroying.  Whether it is the appalling cruelty in factory farming – the torture of pets – the hunting of endangered animals or the general lack of respect and compassion for our fellow sentient beings – animal advocacy can be a heavy burden to carry.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 28, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 28, 2004

A Brutal Cold

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 28, 2004 – I’ve been lucky this year. It’s almost the end of March and I’ve only been plagued by a couple of scratchy throats and a few days when I felt tired and achy. It would have been unlikely to make it through the winter season without a cold, but I was nearing the finish line.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 27, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 27, 2004

Computers And Technology

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – March 27, 2004 – For years I hung onto my black dial phone. I felt secure with it. It didn’t make great demands on my cerebral capabilities. It sat on my desk – at the ready. When it wanted my attention, the rings were clear and defined. It didn’t have a hold button, fancy pause and re-dial capabilities or a function menu. It knew who it was life and I was the Mistress and Commander. It was a happy time – but all that was about to change!