Monday, June 1, 2026

Editor's Corner


 

  

By Mary E Adair

 

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining,

 the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing,

and the lawnmower is broken.
– James Dent 

 

 

Welcome to our combined Summer issue! Some of our authors sent a column for both May and June. Bless them.  We admit to planning this schedule only after being able to take a brief vacation in celebration of my birthday on May 8. It was truly an enjoyable absence from my computer which is usually like my chief activity, as well as providing pleasant diversions occasionally.

Our poets offer a variety of thoughts - some may keep you pondering for deeper meaning. Three poems each from our most prolific  of our welcomed gentlemen authors. Bruce Clifford submitted "If Heaven Were Real," "Only You," and co-authored with Andjela Srejovic "The Village House."

Walt Perryman's three are "Today and Tomorrow Ramble," "Not My Fault," and "Just Rambling about my Barn!!!" The last one made yours truly think of her storage room.

Bud Lemire's poetry often inspires him to add an illustration, some crafted by him. He sent "The Purse," "Check The Ingredients," and "You Learn."

The next three are Encores from John Ival Blair. First the one about my favorite birds, "Cardinals At Twilight."  One of my sisters would have been pleased about his "Wild Gourds" as she made many items using gourds. His poem "Uncle Pete" may remind some of you of an uncle or two of your own.

Christopher Reburn, longtime friend and mentor, favors us with a fine essay titled "The Power of Life Coaching: Transforming Lives, One Journey at a Time." He writes that there is no end of the unique life styles in his experience, and he willingly chooses the challenge.

Judith Kroll, author of "On Trek," has a group page "Writings of Life." An unusual photo and its explanation from that page  highlight her column for this combined issue.  She also submitted a photo of her back yard, that portrays an essence of peace and serenity.

Marilyn Carnell blesses us in her "Sifoddling Along" column with an excerpt from her novel she is writing, set in the Civil War era. It offers a glance at life in that part of our nation's history. 

Pauline Evanosky's "Woo Woo" column includes both a May and a June subject. She is the busiest writer in terms of the various platforms featuring her writing. Being a psychic allows her to discuss her experiences and to encourage others in finding their own inspiration. "Taking Responsibility for Your Life" and "Something Inspirational" are the subjects for May and June respectively.

Thomas F. O'Neill also sent his "Introspective" columns for the two months. His life has been enriched by the travels worldwide, and his teacher role has deepened his knowledge in communication. 

Melinda Cohenour, youngest sister of your editor, has been doing the "Armchair Genealogy" for several years. This issue covers the progress in the Heuermann case, due largely to the significant DNA findings. However, since the loss of her beloved husband Roderick she also has been assembling the "Cooking with Rod's Family" column. This May/June recipe features her daughter sharing her Melissa's Baked Omelette Casserole.

"Irish Eyes" by Mattie Lennon, covers the literary news - new books, plays, contests, Festivals and more in Ireland. Both a writer and actor, he is present in the doings of popular themes and with the persons who make them notable.

Your editor is delighted that warm weather prevails during this time of the year. Even though our own sky is so cloudy tonight on the last day of May that we are unable to view the Blue Moon. This poem composed a few years ago still discloses the real me.

 Summertime Woman

By Mary E. Adair

I'm a summertime woman,
It's heated days, I crave,
That stretch endlessly dawn to dusk,
Making time for memories to save.


I love the sun peeking over the edge
Of the Earth it daily warms,
And the illumination blessing us,
With many more cheers than harms.


My mind can soar ever upward
To the unclouded, endless blue sky,
Expanding with new ideas and dreams,
Pursuing goals that I shall try.


Basking in sunshine throughout the day,
Making the most of the longer hours,
Delving into new tasks to enjoy,
That won't be delayed by sudden showers,


For the summer rains are mostly brief,
And the droplets dry within a second,
So only if you saw them fall, you'd know
Naught but sun ever did beckon.


I'll always be a Summertime Woman,
The cold doesn't hold any thrills for me,
Perhaps being born in the month of May,
Helped set my desire to be warm and free.


So bring on the higher temps,
And the blistering brightness, I say,
For Summer's the time to enrich our lives,
Filling them with blessings every day.

©Feb 17, 2022 Mary E Adair 

See you in July! 

 



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Cooking With Rod's Family

 

 

 

 

 

 By Melinda Cohenour

 

 

 

 

 

Brunch has always been my favorite meal. A lovely, lazy, comfy, leisurely meal that is specially prepared with one's favorite foodstuffs, perhaps made special because of the variety of breakfast meats, the naughty addition of confections - those delightful sugary excesses one simply doesn't include in their typical breaking of the fast. No. Not the every day, ordinary, quickly prepared fix-it-in-your-sleep, dash-out-the-door food. Brunch: time to flex your creative chef muscle and create magic. 


My daughter Melissa served one of those delicious wonders recently using the ingredients for one of my favorite dishes - the French Omelette. But prepared to serve a crowd without relinquishing any of the quality. Here's how it was done.

Melissa's Baked Omelette Casserole


Ingredients:

1 lb bacon, fried crisp and crumbled 
18 eggs
Butter to grease the casserole dish 
2 or 3 cans biscuits 
1 lb freshly grated Cheddar cheese (Swiss cheese if you want, your choice) divided as directed below 
Butter to saute the fresh veggies 
1 green Bell pepper diced 
1 red Bell pepper diced 
1 small sweet Vidalia onion diced
2 bunches green onions rinsed, root ends trimmed and set in the fridge to crisp 
1/2 to 1 cup milk as needed to achieve proper thickness of omelette before baking
Dash of ground black pepper, to taste
**Dash of ground sage adds a nice taste 

Instructions:

1. Grease 9x13-inch casserole dish. Preheat oven to 375° F

2. Prepare bacon, cooking to an even crispness (fry or microwave or broil, your preferred method). Drain on paper towels then crumble 

3. Saute diced Bell peppers and Vidalia onion diced fine until onion is translucent and peppers are soft. Add some of the green onion bulb, reserving the diced crisp leaves and part of the diced bulb

4. Whisk eggs with a little less than half the grated cheese, leaving plenty to top the dish for a yummy, cheesy top to the casserole. Whisk until eggs are a creamy pale yellow. Stir in crumbled bacon, sauted veggies and fresh green onion, reserving a bit of both the bacon and fresh green onion to garnish the finished dish before serving. Add milk as needed to accomplish the omelette texture you desire. Season the mixture with ground black pepper and sage

5. Roll biscuits as thin as possible to ensure a light pastry-like dough. Line the greased casserole dish, sides and bottom. (I believe one might use puff pastry or canned crescent roll dough to form the pie dough base for this dish as well)

6. Pour omelette mixture over biscuit base. Add a healthy amount of grated cheese to ensure a yummy cheesy top on your finished dish. Bake in preheated oven until omelette is set and dough is nicely browned

7. Garnish finished casserole evenly with reserved bacon and green onion. Cut in squares to serve. Serves 8 nicely

This dish is enhanced by the addition of fresh slices of melon, or oranges sliced and curled artistically, even a minted fruit melange. Plenty of hot coffee, fruit juice, and perhaps hot chocolate for the kids. A sugary confection would provide just the perfect finale to this brunch.

Bon appetit~~!
 
Melissa
 

 



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Irish Eyes

 

 

 

 By Mattie Lennon

BALLYKNOCKAN GRANITE QUARRIES MADE PROUD BY PETRA O' FLAHERTY  AND THE FIFTY-FIFTH YEAR OF LISTOWEL WRITERS’ WEEK.
   


I was born and reared within spitting distance of the famous granite quarries in west Wicklow. Some of you may recall a piece that I wrote some years ago about four Cullen brothers from Ballinastockan who served their time as stonecutters in Ballyknockan quarries. They all immigrated to the USA and certainly made headlines as stonecutters there.

   And it’s not surprising that the passed the craft down to their descendants.   Cullen brothers Patrick and Bernard, sons of Laurence from Ballinastockan, worked on the 20 ton replica of the Great Seal of Minneapolis which was hoisted onto the wall of the Minneapolis Auditorium in the 1960s. The Minneapolis Tribune of 17th February 1967 had a picture of Myles Cullen dwarfed by the Seal, which was 26 feet in diameter.   Bernard remarked: 'The Great Seal was so big we had to hire a ballroom so that we could lay it out.' Myles Cullen's sons say their father's work felt normal and common to them when they were young. Every Saturday they would help clean stone dust from a workshop that their father and uncle bought, and be rewarded with a soda pop. Today, they say, they are amazed by their father's work.  The Westin Hotel, Minneapolis, has two more monuments to the Cullen brothers. They sculpted the larger than life figures of a mechanic and a farmer which stands on either side of the main entrance. The building was formerly the Mechanics' and Farmers' Bank.

   Michael McLaverty said, “Stone is lasting: all life ends in death, but stone lives on” and so it does. Ballyknockan is in the news once again and this time it’s because of a Ballyknockan female, Petra O’ Flaherty, who is in her fourth year apprenticeship as a Stonemason and Stonecutter.   She is the first registered female stonemason apprentice in Ireland for over 30 years and, was competing with more than 3,000 applicants from the UK and Ireland to reach her place as one of the ten finalists in the national final of the Screwfix Trade Apprentice Final and the chance to bring to Ballyknockan a bundle of tools plus training and technology worth €10,000.

  Like the Cullens Petra comes from a long line of stonecutters, the seven generations before her followed the craft but her grandfather believed that the tradition went back further.

  There are seven phases in the course and she does the college phases in Kerry College, Tralee. And can’t speak highly enough of her instructor Tom Little. “He is one of the most amazing stone cutters and stone masons in all of Ireland, if not the best.”  The admiration is mutual.  Tom Little has this to say, "Petra O'Flaherty is representative of a new wave of craftspersons working with stone who are taking ownership of this craft and reinterpreting it on their own terms. Though proud of her family tradition of stoneworking, which goes back generations, Petra is not confined or defined by this tradition but rather takes it as a source of inspiration and a point of departure to explore new possibilities. With craftspersons like Petra the ancient craft of stonecutting is in safe hands and sure of its place in the future." High praise indeed.    

  Petra  loves the Ballyknockan granite and would probably agree with the character in Seamus Murphy's 'Stone Mad' who referred to the Ballyknockan granite as being 'like oatmeal' and commented on how easily carved it was.



 She was up against nine finalists, five electricians, a plumber, two carpenters, and a wood manufacturer/joiner.  We hoped that she’ll bring the prize to Ballyknockan, the Granite Village and we weren't disappointed. And it certainly was no surprise tp Tom Little. 


Petra O'Flaherty


 And  for the May holiday weekend apart from celebrating Petra's fabulous win,  we had  Féile an Chnocáin, a community music and heritage festival set in Ballyknockan,  an  annual event  which honours  its unique cultural legacy alongside traditional and contemporary music.

   The  festival brought together locals and visitors for a vibrant line-up of live bands, guided historical walks, and a lively community field day featuring market stalls and a pop-up Gaeltacht. It served as a vital celebration of the area’s local artistry, heritage, and tight-knit community spirit. Among the highlights was a guided walk with TCD's Biodiversity Officer Collie Ennis, who  wandered through Ballyknockan Village, up to the old quarries to find some odd characters. That took  place on Saturday, May 2, at 1.30pm,  the group met at the picnic area. The big day for the family was the ‘Family Field Day and Craft Market’, which happened on Sunday, May 3, from 1pm to 5pm.  A great time was had by all.

      And speaking of art,  by the time you read this  Listowel Writers' Week 2026 will have finished.  This most prestigious literary festival in Ireland if not in Europe, was openrd om May 27th

      Space doesn’t permit me to go through all the fabulous  events (the Editor says that I don’t ever use one word where ten will do) but it included a Personalised Master Class on Writing a Novel given by Christine  Dwyer Hickey , Joe Philpott talking to the famous Billy Keane  and an absolutely fantastic trilogy of One-Act plays written and performed by Mike Murfi, not to be missed.The Listowel Arms Hotel was packed to the rafters for a tribute to the late Mickey MacConnell.     Award-winning broadcaster and presenter Miriam O' Callaghan opened  the festival in the Ball Room of the Listowel Arms Hotel  on Wednesday 27th May And it was aal go nfrom there on. More than 100 events which included something for everyone.

Here's  a link  to show you  what you missed this year and if you are in this green and misty island at the end of May 2027 remember where to go

Go to https://writersweek.ie/programme-2026/ and you'll see what you missed this year. 

And before I go, there are two books hot off the press which you shouldn't miss.     Replies, Responses and Lame Exchuses and Over the Wall to the Trinity Ball,  by that man of many parts Richard Marsh . You can cut out the middle-man by contacting  the author himself  at richard@richardmarsh.ie




 See you in July!

 



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Woo Woo

 

 

By Pauline Evanosky

 

May 2026 

 

Taking Responsibility for Your Life

You know what is hard to swallow? Not only is it your fault, but you had a hand in the creation of your own distress. I spent much of my life thinking it was never my fault. Slowly, it came to me that not only was I responsible for my own happiness, but I was just as responsible for my own unhappiness. I couldn’t blame anybody.
 

That was a difficult thing to come to terms with. Alongside that realization came the idea that if nobody was to blame for my circumstances in life, then I was also the only one who could set things to right.
Again, a hard lesson. I am not a student of life other than my own. And, with the reading I’ve done, I’ve also read stories where the characters in them were never to blame, so it was a novel idea for me to take charge of my own life.
 

It was difficult to do, and yet it was one of the most liberating things I’ve ever done.
 

The other thing I learned is that you can do these things in bits and pieces. One of the things that helps you to come to grips with these major life lessons is to have what some people refer to as the right company. For instance, if you want to stop drinking, you can’t go into bars anymore. Perhaps, someday in the future, when you are secure enough in your sobriety, you might return or at least be okay in the company of other people who are drinking, but in those first years? No. You really can’t be around folks who drink.
If you were a church-going person, you’d want to be around others who are also regulars at church, temple, or mosque. 
 

If you were a writer of horror fiction, you’d want to read horror fiction.
You get my drift, right?
 

I’ve been a loaner most of my life. I believe it had to do with me being a military kid, where everybody moved around a lot, and the friendships you had were smoking hot. They didn’t last long, so you would have to make hay while the sun shone. 
 

In learning these sometimes difficult life lessons I’ve been studying on for so long, not only did I need to find folks who supported that sort of wondering, but I also had to read the stories people had written about not only their own journeys but about fiction in general.
 

So, for me, the right company was not always about the people but more about what I read.
You don’t wake up one morning knowing all this wonderful stuff. You have to learn it the same way other people learn it.
 

Yes, there will be heartbreak involved. They say you can’t know love until you love yourself first. I tend to think something similar about heartbreak. You can’t appreciate love until you have had your heart broken.
 

Align yourself with right company. Keep an eye on how you are feeling. Don’t ignore those feelings. Delve deeply inside to see if you can figure out what is wrong. It might be as simple as smiling to start you on the road to a better frame of mind.
Thanks for reading. See you next time.
Pauline Evanosky 

 June 2026 

Something Inspirational 

 I make it a practice to write something inspirational every morning. I make rules for everything. Virgos are like that, I think. Nice and orderly, and rules help a person get things done quickly and efficiently. I have had to learn the art of flexibility through my life until now, well, I hope I can also be flexible.
 

My own rule is based on an idea I’d heard before, but it was when I began reading the book 

Atomic Habits by James Clear, who said it would be a good idea to do this every morning.
 

He said the minute your feet touch the floor as you rise from your bed, you think of something that you are grateful for. I thought that was good, except sometimes I can’t think of a thing. It doesn’t happen to me as often as it used to, but still, sometimes I’m not Johnny on the Spot as far as thinking of something I am grateful for. Also, sometimes in the morning, I have a difficult few minutes catching my wind. In wind, I’m not talking about breathing; I’m talking about my awareness. 
 

So, I changed the rule slightly. I said to myself that not only do I tend to forget to do this daily, but that I might more easily think of something uplifting rather than something I was grateful for. And that did the trick.
 

Because I am a writer and, in my case, one thing always leads to another, I decided to do this in written form. I call it my Do-Good File, and I keep it on my computer. All my entries are short. That’s the rule. If something wants to get longer, I take it and move the idea onto another piece of paper, where it eventually grows into an article.
 

You could do the same thing in a pretty journal. In fact, if you were so inclined, you could create one to your own specifications in a program like the one I use, Canva.com, download your finished creation as a PDF file, upload it to KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing) on Amazon, and turn it into a paperback book. 
 

The Canva I use is a paid program. It is $12.99 a month or $144 for the annual plan. There is a free plan for people to see what it is like, but you are limited as to which pictures you can use and whether you can download your creations to create a printed version. Of course, one of the services at Canva is they print whatever it is you want. And that can get pricey. 
 

I use Canva to create pictures to illustrate many of the articles I write. I’ve used it in the past to create videos for YouTube, and I’ve used it to create low-content paperback books, so not novels, just fancy notebooks with lines to write on. I have not pursued my notebook creation just because I don’t like the way the book won’t lie flat when I write in it. The alternative would be to go to a site like LuLu.com and design a spiral-bound notebook. However, the experience was part of a learning process for me. I wanted to know how you could self-publish your own book. 
 

In fact, it just occurred to me that if you were inclined, you could sketch a little something in your journal and decorate as you go. Even to do a tiny Zentangle would be interesting. It’s your journal.
 

In any case, writing something short and inspiring in your own special notebook is slightly different than composing something at your computer. With a special pen and some flowers on the table, and a cup of tea, this ritual could be a nice one for you. Just a nice way to start your day.
 

Many people will include some inspirational reading as part of their morning ritual. Some folks I know read a bit of scripture every morning. So, whether it is scripture, an uplifting verse, or even a meditation, starting your day off right is a good thing to do. It sets the tone for the rest of your day.
 

Something that figures in the woo-woo side of thinking is manifestation. This is not confined to mystical sorts of things. We do it all the time, but I think a lot of people don’t realize they are already doing it. When you want to manifest something in your life, a new pair of shoes, a blanket, a new car, it could be anything, you spend time thinking about the thing often. Not to say something like, “I want this,” but more this four-door hatchback in red is what I want. 

Now, you picture it. For real. You have a picture you printed from the internet, from a magazine, or from a brochure. That is the real in-your-face part of manifestation. The woo-woo part comes in when you relax. Intentionally. You allow your desire to go where it needs to go. I don’t know where these things go, but somehow the echo of their passing eventually results in a red car sitting out in your driveway. The means to procure it is the second job that comes your way unexpectedly.
 

So, in the way of manifestation, your uplifting and inspirational thoughts affect your day, too. There is power in thoughts and in words. Take advantage of what you can do yourself. And I know you can do it because it is what I do.
 

Have a wonder-filled day, and thanks for reading.
Love,
Pauline

 



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Armchair Genealogy

 

 

 

 By Melinda Cohenour

 

 

 

This column concerns the incredible value the sciences utilizing DNA have provided. Not only can long lost ancestral heritage be discovered. Medical science is connecting more and more genetic knowledge to mysterious illnesses and in many cases the research has produced a variety of benefits: the ability to predict potential future health impacts, including a probability of breast or other cancer; medical or direct genetic remedial efforts or even cures; and more miraculous advances are in the offing.

One field of scientific study involves the identification of the dead where all other avenues have been exhausted without results. Along that line, many of these Jane and John Does were victims of foul play. In more and more cold cases not only have the remains been identified and mourning relatives provided surcease from the agony of not knowing, but DNA clues have also led to the identification and prosecution of the responsible assailant.

Perhaps the most infamous of these cold cases involved the unmasking of the Golden State Killer whose crimes ranged from peeping tom to burglar to rapist to violent sadistic serial murderer. Joseph James DeAngelo served as a police officer for many of those years and even investigated his own crimes! A 50 plus year span of time and almost the full stretch of California geology were involved. This column was devoted several times to coverage of this landmark case in the annals of crime.

Update on Rex Heuermann's case
This column, however, concerns the latest update on a mystery that first intrigued and baffled your author with the televised news of four bodies located within mere yards of one another along a lonely, briar-ridden stretch of beach on a key off the coast of Long Island, New York, in an area known as Gilgo Beach. The investigation into this grisly discovery occupied the news internationally for weeks, months, years until the case suddenly disappeared from front page headlines to little squares or nods from television anchors. One had to search to find out the latest. And, folks, the "latest" just kept the mystery deepening as more and more remains were found and traced back from that December 2010 sickening find to tie into unsolved deaths tracing back ultimately to 1993! 

Your author has devoted numerous columns to the ever baffling investigation to the ultimate monumental break in the case that resulted in the arrest of a well-to-do architect with offices in the heart of New York City and lengthy ties to Massapequa Park, New York. Rex Allen Heuermann, married, father and stepfather to adult children, family home in a nice neighborhood where the homes were stately, yards immaculately manicured, folks friendly. Well. That is, except for Rex Heuermann's. He housed his second wife, her handicapped son, and their Goth inspired daughter in an eyesore of a home right smack in the heart of a "Stepford Wives" neighborhood. Red. Squat. Ugly. Falling down porch. Shuttered windows. The stuff of nightmares. Neighbors cautioned their children to avoid that home. Cross the street. Do NOT Trick-or-Treat at that old red house. One neighbor reported an interaction a few years before when he had to warn Mr. Heuermann to keep his spying eyes and leering gaze off his sunbathing wife. Rex made waves. And some of his shenanigans were the subject of this news article following his arrest:

"LONG ISLAND, N.Y. -- The architect accused in a string of Long Island killings has been years late in paying hundreds of thousands of dollars in taxes, repeatedly filed lawsuits accusing drivers of injuring him in car accidents, and still lives in his childhood home, according to a review of public records and court documents, CNN reported."

SOURCE: Suspect in Gilgo Beach murders, Long Island man Rex Heuermann, had history of tax issues and lawsuits | abc7.com https://share.google/lllW8UZKJh1avFlsM



And here is a recap of significant dates in the story of Rex Heuermann's evil ... NOTE THE WAIVER HERE: To Date.

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FROM A VARIETY OF SOURCES, THE FOLLOWING ARE KEY DATES IN CONNECTION WITH THE SERIAL MURDER CASE OF REX ALLEN HEUERMANN:

* Rex Heuermann's first known victim death is that of Sandra Costilla, who disappeared in November 1993. Her remains were discovered by hunters later that same month in Southampton, New York. Heuermann confessed to and was charged with her murder, marking the earliest known killing in his decades-long series of crimes.
SOURCE: CBS NEWS

* The "Gilgo Four" victims were found over a two-day period in December 2010.
Melissa Barthelemy was discovered on December 11, 2010. Maureen Brainard-Barnes, Amber Lynn Costello, and Megan Waterman were discovered on December 13, 2010. The remains were located in the brush along Ocean Parkway near Gilgo Beach on Long Island, New York. You can learn more about the investigation timelines and details on Wikipedia or CBS News. Finding Long Island serial killer suspect took years of investigations

Jul 17, 2023 — The remains of the Gilgo Four were found in bushes along a quarter-mile stretch of Ocean Parkway in Oak Beach over a two-day period in 2010. The skeletal remains...KCRA

SOURCES: Wikipedia, CBS News and KCRA

* Rex Heuermann was arrested on July 13, 2023 outside his Manhattan architecture office.

* Key Case Developments:

Initial Charges (July 2023): He was first taken into custody and charged with the murders of three women: Melissa Barthelemy, Megan Waterman, and Amber Lynn Costello. Subsequent Indictments (2024): Throughout 2024, Heuermann was indicted for the murders of four additional women: Maureen Brainard-Barnes, Jessica Taylor, Sandra Costilla, and Valerie Mack.

Guilty Plea (April 2026): He pleaded guilty to all seven murders on April 8, 2026, and admitted to intentionally causing the death of an eighth woman (Karen Vergata).

Gilgo Beach murders: Timeline of events leading up to the arrest ...Oct 30, 2023
— SUFFOLK COUNTY, New York (WABC) -- 

Shannan Gilbert's disappearance in 2010 sparked the discovery of 11 bodies on and near Gilgo Beach on Long Island. After more...ABC7 Eyewitness News
SOURCES: Wikipedia, WABC NY, ABC7 Eyewitness News

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In accordance with the terms of his guilty plea, Rex Heuermann is scheduled to face the judge one more time for the official penalty adjudication. For these EIGHT MURDERS, and only these eight murders. Should his DNA surface in additional unsolved cases following the inclusion of his full DNA to CODIS*, he could be tried and additional punishment, including Death, be found as the appropriate punishment. 

Your author will update this column following the June 17th penalty adjudication. And should notable events occur in the future, expect the information to be updated at such time. 

(*CODIS stands for the Combined DNA Index System. It is a national computer software program and database system created and maintained by the FBI. It is primarily used in law enforcement to operate local, state, and national databases of DNA. 
SOURCE: FBI. gov.)

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Grisly news, but what an incredible use of DNA to end such sadistic slaughter and bring to justice the cruel monster responsible for the kidnapping, torture and murders of these women. Mothers. Daughters. Friends. Women who made poor choices when faced with difficult needs. 

Looking forward to a column focused on much more pleasant research. See you next month readers! 

 

 



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Introspective

 

 By Thomas F. O'Neill

May 2026 

A Cultural Bridge Toward Deeper Understanding

I am now teaching an online University class on Cultural Diversity, and my students are from various Asian countries. Some of them, but not all, have taken an interest in the clash between Republicans and Democrats, which is culturally evident in the U.S., along with the war between conservatism and liberalism. Other nations around the globe view this dichotomy as a cultural phenomenon in America.
Being a liberal, conservative, or moderate reveals how we as individuals identify ourselves in society. In today's political arena, Democrats and Republicans also view their party affiliation in a fundamentally different way, too. My students like to bring up these ideological differences in my classes because it is not something they experience in Asia.
 

On a global scale, I like to explain to my students how Westerners and Asians see themselves in a fundamentally different way, too. I always understood that we Americans view ourselves as being individualistic, independent, and analytical; it’s due to our cultural history. The Asian cultures take a more holistic view of life, emphasizing interdependence, which I find intriguing.
 

When I was teaching in China, I conducted a word game each year for my Cultural Diversity students, in which they paired off to reveal their cultural views and their relationship with society.
 

For instance, if the words are train, bus, and tracks, an American with an individualistic mindset would pair train and bus since they belong to the same category (modes of transportation). In contrast, a Chinese person with a culturally holistic mindset is more likely to pair train with tracks since they share a functional relationship.
 

China’s history has shaped its cultural perceptions, and for thousands of years, working the land has fostered its interdependence with nature. People of Asia have a higher percentage of farmland devoted to rice paddies, and they think more holistically than your average American.
 

If you were to ask a Chinese person to draw a diagram of their social network, they would draw a circle emphasizing their friends and acquaintances. In contrast, most Americans would emphasize themselves over others due to our cultural perceptions and assumptions.
 

Unconsciously, Americans stress the importance of the self, and westerners will self-inflate their importance more so than those from Asian cultures. For the most part, people born in Asia won’t inflate their self-worth, but on average, people born in Western cultures do.
 

For thousands of years, growing rice was a labor-intensive crop in Asian countries, dependent upon a complex infrastructure of dikes and canals. This influenced or created a culture that recognizes human interdependence. Most Asians would also view the importance of society over their individual needs.
In contrast, our American history of the frontiersman, hunting, fishing, and growing simple crops have shaped our perception of independence and the rugged- individualistic mindset.
 

The relationship between people and land helped shape our cultural assumptions, which are then passed down from generation to generation. This is certainly true when it comes to the contrast between Western and Eastern cultures.
 

Our Western influence, however, is beginning to affect Asia and its perceptions of the West. It’s mostly due to the popularity of American films and Western music. I am witnessing, among my students and Chinese teenagers in general. They want to become like their counterparts in Western countries.
There are regions, mostly in China's large cities, whose populations share many basic assumptions with Westerners. Many others, though, are much closer in the mindset of people in other rice-cultivating countries such as Japan and Korea.
 

Cultural differences between the East and West, especially as China’s influence expands, will only continue to shape our relationship with the nation. Many foreign exchange students are also bringing Western ideals and customs back to China, hoping to bridge differences through growing cultural understanding.  
 

A simpler way to understand our cultural differences is that Chinese society is all about the group, while Americans celebrate the individual. The United States is a meritocracy in which individuals can shine, whereas in China, any success is attributed to the company, family, or team. A Chinese person will consider how their actions may affect the group rather than looking out only for themselves.
 

One thing I noticed when I was living and working in China was that the hierarchy is important to the Chinese and respect will be shown to those higher up in the structure. American companies tend to have much flatter structures, with workers at all levels having access to those at the top. In China, a worker low down the pay scale would not expect to have direct contact with their superiors. Everybody knows their place in the structure and abides by the rules that come with it. The company will reward employees through profit-sharing when it does well; everyone reaps the benefits. 
 

I found that conversations with my students often make Westerners feel intruded upon because, in China, conversations can feel directly personal to Americans. Even though Americans like to place people in the context of the common ground, small talk about age, income, and marital status, all of which are favored by the Chinese, can feel intrusive and overly personal to an American.
 

Having said this, Chinese visitors to the United States can find the language and tone used in American workplaces rude and uncomfortable. Thinking before you speak is important to the Chinese, as is showing respect for those higher in the hierarchy. Communication style is indirect, and Americans doing business with Chinese counterparts will need to learn to read between the lines.
 

Some of my students who traveled to the US as exchange students brought up the differences in how the elderly are treated there. China treats its seniors differently from us in the West. Elders are held in greater respect and treated as such, both in business and socially. Many families live with several generations under one roof. Even the dead are honored. Americans, on the other hand, expect their offspring to be independent. The older generation can live hundreds of miles away from their children, and the isolation of older adults is a social issue. The American workplace can seem ageist to older people, too, as youth culture is celebrated. On the opposite end of the spectrum, though, China has a mandatory retirement age that we westerners would find discriminatory, not to mention illegal in America.
 

Many Americans I have worked with over the years in China have brought up differences in how friendship is understood between American and Chinese coworkers. Chinese people are inclined to foster deeper friendships than we Americans are accustomed to. They may see Americans as initially gregarious but difficult to get to know on a deeper personal level. A friend in China is someone to whom you feel deeply obligated and for whom you will do favors when necessary. This translates into business, where the Chinese will try to forge relationships and connections, known as guanxi. Trust is essential before doing business. Colleagues tend to socialize together as part of relationship building, and business entertainment is lavish. Americans, on the other hand, tend to keep work and personal life separate. I have attended lavash parties with Chinese people, and they are a way of building trust and forging deeper relationships.
 

When I lived in China, I noticed that Chinese urban areas lacked personal space. Cities in China are densely populated and crowded, especially when it comes to public transportation. Americans are more accustomed to physical space and will become territorial if they feel crowded, snapping at people who push in line and staking out little kingdoms for themselves, whether it’s their car, desk, or airplane seat. That being said, many major cities in China are clean, especially when it comes to restaurants. The streets, subways, and public transportation in general are also much cleaner than those in many US cities, which China prides itself on. However, as everyone knows, air and water pollution are huge problems for all inhabitants on the Chinese mainland.  
 

I, like most people, see the ability to express oneself and to access information as a basic human right. When I was living in China, I noticed how heavily censored the media is, especially on the internet. Social media networks that Americans take for granted, such as Instagram, YouTube, and Facebook, are not accessible in China, and many Western newspapers are also blocked there. You must apply for a license to use a VPN Router that gives you access to everything that the Chinese government has censored. Getting a VPN was the first thing I did when I arrived there. In Chinese companies, information is shared on a need-to-know basis, rarely filtering down from the top, whereas American corporate culture is much more open, with considerable effort to embrace transparency.
 

I am completely open and honest with my students when I tell them that I find Chinese people to be much more polite than Westerners. Unlike Americans, Chinese people will avoid confrontation wherever possible to save face. Shouting at someone causes both parties to lose face, and if a reputation is lost in business, that relationship can be permanently damaged. As such, Chinese executives will often avoid giving a straight answer to save the other person embarrassment. Americans, who tend to be very direct and literal, can find this confusing and frustrating. The worst thing you can do in negotiations with Chinese colleagues is to go out of your way to prove a point, regardless of the effect it has on others. But for Americans, the end result is more important than reputation or even relationships.
 

One aspect that is most apparent between our two cultures is that humility is revered in China and people tend to downplay their achievements. America is almost the exact opposite; in a meritocracy, you need to make the most of yourself and let people know about your successes. The Chinese can see this as crass and boastful, while in the United States, humility can be regarded as a sign of weakness. I found that in the teaching profession, especially when I was teaching in China, it is best to let others recognize your abilities while you downplay your accomplishments. Westerners who boast about their accomplishments rarely succeed in their profession in China. 
 

The way business is conducted in China can at times lead to frustration for Westerners. I find that patience can take you quite far, especially in business dealings. Business in the United States moves at a different pace from China. Americans prioritize speed and efficiency and tend to hurry to get things done. Time is money, and people are expected to turn up on time for meetings and to meet deadlines.
 

The Chinese, on the other hand, can be slow decision-makers, preferring to build consensus and foster relationships before plunging into anything. Deadlines may only be met when the time is right, and the project is considered complete. Americans can find this attitude toward punctuality frustrating and time-wasting, while in negotiations, the Chinese will take advantage of Americans' need for speed, playing a waiting game to secure a better deal for themselves. Some in the West would consider the Chinese way of doing business as quite deceptive, but to them, it is business as usual, and it would be wise to read between the lines before committing yourself contractually.
 

I like to tell my online students that I no longer view China as a developing nation because my experiences teaching there have given me a unique perspective: China is now a developed country on par with America. It has the second-largest domestic economy in the world and has overtaken the US in terms of its immense infrastructure. 
 

I always do my best to help my online University students understand the importance of gaining a clearer understanding of the American way of life and the cultural differences between our two nations. China’s rising power and influence in the world make that understanding a necessity not just for China but for America’s economic well-being.

June 2026

I have two jobs now: one as a Forensic Case Manager in Mental Health in Harrisburg, PA, and another as an online University Instructor, teaching an accredited Cultural Diversity course to Asian students.  That being said, my semesters go by very quickly, and
 all my classes take on a personality of their own due to the students, and every class becomes uniquely different. My students are always quite curious but somewhat reserved when they first appear in my online classroom, but within a few weeks, they open up
 and are full of questions. They each hold various opinions about everything under the sun. I enjoy the lively discussions about culture in general and the role language plays in our cultural development.

 When I was teaching High School in China, I used to tell my students that when foreigners like me enter a foreign land where English is not the native vernacular, a part of us seems somewhat cut off, and I mean that literally. This is especially true in China,
 where the Chinese do not use a written alphabet; they use symbols that date back thousands of years. Long before us, Schuylkill County coal cracker folk in Northeastern Pennsylvania walked the earth.

 We take our native language for granted each time we turn on the radio or the TV. When we go out to see a movie or watch a live performance in a theater, part of the enjoyment comes from our language.

 I told my students at the beginning of each semester, “When I first arrived in your country. I was an illiterate immigrant because I could not speak or read your language. I still have difficulties," I told them, "but I have learned enough Chinese to overcome
 some of the language barriers.”

 When I first arrived in China, my students would ask me, "How do you get around the city, not being able to speak Chinese fluently?" I would explain to them some technological tricks I used to communicate with the locals in Suzhou.

 “I use the Google translator on my Blackberry Cell phone,” I would tell them, “but sometimes I still stumble because Suzhou people have their native dialect and simplified Chinese doesn’t always cut it.”

Eighteen years ago, I told my students a story about a frustrating experience I had at a China Mobile office. “No one at that office could speak a word of English,” I told them. “I got so frustrated that I called a China Unicom customer service number that
 has an English support line. I politely asked the woman on the phone to please translate for me. The woman I was speaking with was 2,900 kilometers away in Beijing, China.”

 When the students stopped laughing, I continued the story.

“What made the situation even more amusing, China Unicom, as you all know, is China Mobile’s major competitor. I politely told the woman on the phone what I needed from China Mobile. What I needed was China Mobile’s office address in Chinese. So that the next
 time I needed to put money on my phone, I could just show the taxi driver the Chinese address. That would be the most simplified way of getting there. I talked slowly to the China Unicom English customer service woman. Then I handed my phone to the woman sitting
 in front of me at the China Mobile office. The woman doing the translating was quite helpful but somewhat confused as to why I was asking her to translate for me; I was, after all, in Suzhou, China, in a China Mobile office of all places.” 

 The students laughed at that story and various other stories about my inability to communicate in Chinese.

A hand shot up, “Teacher,” a female student asked, “Why don’t you take the time to learn Chinese?”

 “I realize now,” I said to her, “I need a tutor to help me with my language impediment.”

“I don’t see why you don’t learn Chinese,” Donna, my prized student, said to me.

“The number one cause of failure in life is procrastination,” I said to the class, “I need to stop procrastinating and take the time to study Chinese, especially when I consider the fact that I want to remain living here.”

 On my last day of teaching for that school year back in 2010, Donna came up to me after class, “Mr. Tom,” she said, “you are the fattest teacher I've ever had and the funniest person I’ve ever known. I’m going to miss you very much.”

 I said to her, “You have such a bright future because your personality shines.”

 She was truly my prized student for that year. Her term paper was written on the cultural differences between the Pennsylvania Coal Region and the Jiangsu Province in China. Every evening she read various Newspapers, the Standard-Speaker, the Republican Herald,
 and the News Item online - Newspapers that cover the Pennsylvania Coal Region.

 One day, she came up to me before class, all frustrated with printed pages of online blog comments. “I don’t understand,” she said to me, on the verge of tears.

 “What don’t you understand?” I asked.

 “The comments,” she said in a flustered voice.

 “I hope this didn’t keep you up all night,” I said with some amusement in my voice.

 I then read over some of the highlighted comments. I could not help but laugh, not at her but at the comments.

 “See,” she said in an upset voice, “you understand them.”

 “Those comments don’t make any sense to you because they are not proper English,” I said to her.

I pointed out to her the atrocious spelling, the bad grammar, the run-on sentences, and, not to mention, the lack of cohesive thought in most of the comments.

 “Ignore the comments you don’t understand,” I said to her, “and use the comments you do understand.”

 Most of my students have mastered formal English, and they try extremely hard to learn English slang and American Idioms. They enjoy watching American and British movies and television programs; they love our Western culture.

 Donna said to me, in the first week of class, “Mr. Tom, you don’t have a typical American accent.”

 “I know,” I said, “I have a typical coal cracker accent.” I then went on to explain the Pennsylvania Coal Region to the class. Donna later told me that was the reason she chose to do her term paper on that area of the world. She said my manner of speech got
 her interested in the area.

 Her term paper was extremely well-written. She was blunt about the coal region’s attitude toward illegal immigration. She compared the negative online comments about illegal immigration to the Chinese government’s attitude toward North Korean defectors.

China, before the Beijing Olympics (2008), gave North Koreans asylum in China. North Korea, however, made an issue of it, and China did not want the issue raised during the 2008 Olympics. All the North Korean defectors that were caught were deported along with
 their family members. They were sent back to their home country to face years of hard labor.

Some North Koreans are lucky enough to make it across the Chinese border undetected. They then cross over into Laos, and they pay people to transport them into Vietnam in riverboats. They then cross the ocean in barges to seek asylum in South Korea. This is
 a long and treacherous journey for many North Koreans seeking a better existence. They choose to make the journey with an undeterred determination so that their children can have better lives and better opportunities in South Korea ….. “Many Latin American
 immigrants cross over into America with similar dreams for their children,” Donna wrote in her paper.

 I received a text message from Donna 11 years ago via the internet. She had been awarded a scholarship to Princeton University for graduate studies in International affairs. She said jokingly that my class prepared her for Princeton University’s way of talking.

No words could ever express the feeling that came over me when I heard an audio message from her that said, “Thank you, Mr. Tom, for being our teacher.”

My Chinese has improved a great deal over the past 18 years, and technological advancements have also made my life a little easier. Especially with the advancements of WeChat, Google, and the internet in general.

Always with love,
Thomas F O'Neill
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Sifoddling Along

                

 By Marilyn Carnell

 

 

 

Following is an excerpt from the Civil War novel I am writing:

 

 Following is an excerpt from the Civil War novel I am writing:

By the fall of 1862, Missouri Diana Calloway (Zudi) was starving. Her little cabin in the woods of McDonald County was located at the terminus of the Mason-Dixon Line, adjacent to Indian Territory. Thus, it lay in the pathway of the back and forth movements of both armies and the frequent target of Bushwhackers and Red Legs. All of the men were ill equipped, so they helped themselves to any supplies they encountered from the residents.

Zudi, awake from hunger pangs remembered a lovely evening in a better time – the farewell party she gave to see her father off to serve as a surgeon in the Confederate Army.


The ladies of the Methodist Church South rallied around her – bringing food, arranging flowers, polishing silver – and by six o'clock on the evening of April 28th, 1861,  the Calloway house was a stunning backdrop for the occasion.

Small tables draped in white linen lined the walls of the parlor, each one graced with a bouquet of Sweet Williams and lacy ferns gathered that morning from the riverbank.

Candles blazed in the chandeliers and wall sconces, throwing warm golden light across the polished floors of the second-floor ballroom

The dining room table groaned under its burden. There was turtle soup in the big tureen and a platter of fried oysters at the near end. The centerpiece was a magnificent baked ham glazed with champagne sauce, flanked by a roasted turkey with oyster dressing and a saddle of venison that old Mr. Pemberton brought as his contribution. Side dishes crowded every available inch – mashed turnips, macaroni with English cheese, glazed onions, buttermilk biscuits with wild plum jelly and pawpaw preserves, watercress salad dressed with vinegar and a little sugar. At the far end stood the desserts – a bread pudding, two peach pies, and a magnificent black walnut cake that Julia Brown had stayed up until midnight to bake.

Zudi wore her green silk gown – the one that matched her eyes – her red hair arranged in an elaborate coiffure with long curls just touching the back of her neck. She surveyed the gleaming rooms with satisfaction. It was, she thought, exactly right.

Then she heard her father's step on the stairs and turned, and the satisfaction went out of her like a candle in a draft.

He was in uniform.

She had known, in the abstract way one knows things that have not yet become real, that he had applied for a commission as assistant surgeon with the Missouri State Guard. He had mentioned it at supper one evening, matter-of-factly, the way he mentioned everything, and she had listened and nodded and told herself it was all very preliminary, that these things took time, that the war would likely be settled before any of it came to anything. She had believed this comfortably and completely because it was what she needed to believe.

But here he was on the stairs, and the uniform was not abstract at all. It was fine cadet grey merino wool, beautifully cut, with a green silk sash wrapped twice around his waist in the manner of an officer – the same deep green as her own gown, she noticed with a strange pang. He looked distinguished and proud and entirely, heartbreakingly unfamiliar.

"Dr. Papa," she said, and could not say anything else for a moment.

"And you, my darling girl," he said, coming down the last steps and taking her hands and stepping back to look at her, "are the most beautiful woman in McDonald County." He kissed her forehead and offered her his arm. "Shall we greet our guests?"

She took his arm. She did not trust herself to speak. But she smiled, because the guests were already at the door, and smiling was what was required.

The music began at eight. Zudi took her place at the piano and the neighbors filled in around her – a fiddle, a banjo, a harmonica, a tambourine, and two old gentlemen in the corner who produced a jaw harp and a pair of spoons and proceeded to provide the most enthusiastic rhythm section in McDonald County. Together they made a joyful noise that filled every corner of the ballroom and spilled out the open windows into the honeysuckle-scented night.

They opened with a lively quadrille that brought half the room onto the floor at once. Then a Virginia Reel that set even the oldest guests clapping from their chairs. Then a schottische, a polka, another reel – Zudi's fingers flying over the keys, her back straight, her face bright with the effort of keeping the music going and her feelings firmly in check.

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On Trek

 

 

 

 By Judith Kroll

 

May 28. 2022
My husband always told me he would unhook the  moon for me and I always told him I would give you a rainbow if I could.
On our wedding day the photographer took this picture the rainbow and Red Ball was not there. (This photo was not tampered with in any way) It is only when we got the photos that we saw it. Even asked the photographer if she did it.
I like thinking my parents and daughter and brothers were with us and approved our union.  ( Afterlife stories.) From Judith Kroll's group page "Writings of Life."
 

 
 
Judith sent the pic below which was taken in her home's back yard. Such a lovely scene with the deer grazing there.
 

 

 



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The Power of Life Coaching: Transforming Lives, One Journey at a Time

 By Christopher Reburn

 


The Power of Life Coaching: Transforming Lives, One Journey at a Time


As a life coach with over 25 years of experience, I've had the privilege of witnessing countless individuals transform their lives, overcome obstacles, and achieve their dreams. Life coaching is a powerful tool that has helped many people find clarity, purpose, and fulfillment.

Life coaching is a collaborative process where a trained coach partners with an individual to help them achieve their personal and professional goals. Through a supportive and non-judgmental relationship, clients gain clarity, focus, and momentum to overcome challenges, build confidence, and create lasting change.

Over the years, I've worked with clients from all walks of life, each with their unique struggles and triumphs. One story that stands out is that of Sarah, a mother who faced an unimaginable tragedy – the sudden loss of her 16-year-old son. Devastated and lost, Sarah struggled to find meaning and purpose in her life.

Through our coaching journey, Sarah began to rediscover her passions and strengths. She started volunteering at a local youth center, using her pain to help others who were struggling. She also started writing, journaling her thoughts and feelings as a way to cope with her grief. Slowly but surely, Sarah started to find purpose and meaning in her life again.

A year into our coaching, Sarah shared a remarkable insight: "I realized that my son's death wasn't a punishment, but an opportunity for me to grow and make a difference in the world." This shift in perspective was a turning point for Sarah, and she began to rebuild her life with renewed purpose and passion.

Sarah's story is a testament to the transformative power of life coaching. With the right support and guidance, we can turn even the darkest moments into opportunities for growth and transformation. Life coaching has helped many people find hope, healing, and a renewed sense of purpose. It's a powerful tool for anyone looking to make a positive change in their life. 

 

 
 


 Christopher Reburn

 



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Uncle Pete

 By John I. Blair

 

Pete sold cookies town to town;
And when he came to visit us
We ran to greet him,
My brother and me,
For in his Ford he always stocked
Stuff we rarely got to taste
Since Mom baked all our treats.
But we also thought of Pete
Wearing Army uniforms
For a photo in our book
Showed him on some Paris street, 
His khaki cap at a cocky slope.
He never talked of being there – 
I guess we weren’t old enough;
But back in 1944 
Pete had clanked through Belgian woods
Seeking targets in the snow;
And on his leg was a ragged scar
Made by a sliver of shattered steel 
When a Panzer shell had holed
Pete’s Pershing tank.
Two friends died beside him then;
Pete spent weeks in bandages
Before going back to war.
Years of nightmares, years of pain,
All so he could park his car
In our front yard in Wichita
And hand out cookies to happy boys.
I hope, I know,
That was sufficient thanks for Pete.
 ©2005 John I. Blair
 Encore 

 



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Today and Tomorrow Ramble

 By Walt Perryman

 


I am rambling about today and tomorrow.
I hope today it doesn’t cause you any sorrow.

I can’t do everything today that I said I would yesterday,
Therefore, I will have to put it off until tomorrow anyway.

I can’t do what I said I would, because today is passing so ‘fast’,
The day is coming when what I didn’t do will bite me in the ‘rear’.

Well, I have to go now before I run out of time,
I apologize for that last verse; it didn’t rhyme! 

©May 5, 2026    Walt Perryman 

 



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You Learn

 By Bud Lemire


Through each experience, you learn

Something new, at every turn

It may be a struggle, at times it will be

But you'll catch on to it, eventually


Take your time, go at your own pace

Do your best, you're not in a race

Let your mind soak up, whatever it will

To enter the spaces, so it can fill


Learning is fun, if it's a gradual thing

You'll be surprised, just what it'll bring

I learn a little bit, in every year

From others I know, those I hold dear


They learned from me, from what I know

With knowledge so bright, it was a rainbow

Some things are harder, to take in

Go slowly, or your head will spin


I've learned from each person, who's been in my life

The friends, the family, who have lessened my strife

The experience you have, with a job so you can earn

Will guide you through life, because of what you learn


©April 5, 2026  Bud Lemire

              Author Note:

Life is the greatest teacher, it teaches us, and molds us into

who we become. Sometimes it takes several times to catch

on to what it is showing us to be. Other times we catch on

quickly. No matter how long it takes, it is there for us to learn.

We grow into better people from what we learn.


 



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Only You

By Bruce Clifford

 You encourage me.

In each and every dream.

I wish I could hold you forever in my arms.


You’re the best part of me.

Always, my everything.

There’s no one more beautiful, there’s only you.


There’s only you on my mind.

In my dreams and in life.

There’s only you on my mind.

I don’t have to think twice.

There’s always, only you on my mind.


You captivate me.

In you I believe.

I wish I could hold you outside of my dreams.


You’re the love in my heart.

It’s been like this from the start.

There’s no one more beautiful, there’s only you.


There’s only you in my dreams.

In my heart, to such extremes.

There’s only you in my life.

I don’t have to think twice.

There’s always, only you in my heart.


You encourage me.

You’re the best part of me.

When I think of you I always smile like never before.


You light up my world.

The most beautiful girl.

Thank you for being the most beautiful part of this life.

 ©4/3/2026   Bruce Clifford

 



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Wild Gourds

 By John I. Blair

 

 On the unkempt, sandy lot
Behind my Aunt Bill’s house
Uncle Ora built his metal shop
Of tile and cement blocks.


A pair of sash hung windows
Around a simple door
Lit the front, provided entry,
Gave its roughness symmetry.


A shot from 1922
Shows Ora in the doorway,
Young, in ragged overalls,
Brown as a berry, strong as steel.


I have another taken yesterday,
Worn masonry,
Boarded openings,
Cracks along the roofline.


Ora’s gone since 1949,
Missed by his daughter and his sons,
Missed by those alive today
Who never knew him,


Missed in some mute wise
By the locked building that survives,
By the wild gourds that grow there yet
On vines beside its walls.


©2011 John I. Blair
Encore

  



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Not My Fault

By Walt Perryman 


No, this one is not my fault,
And my name is not Walt


I think I can drive pretty good to be eighty-two.
But here lately I have noticed something new.


That’s how other drivers are getting mad a lot more,
And I am seeing more middle fingers than ever before.


I know it’s not my fault and that’s a well-known fact.
I love how they get madder when I smile and wave back. 

©May 11, 2026    Walt Perryman

Check The Ingredients

 By Bud Lemire

 

Check the ingredients, it just might be

Something that could, possibly hurt me

Stomach issues, or an allergic reaction to

Something you didn't realize, or never knew


They're adding more stuff, to all that we use

You have to keep up, on the latest buyer news

I personally don't pay attention, but I really should

Someday it'll affect me, I'm sure that it would

We have to keep track, of what's in what we buy

Some of it could be the cause, of why some of us die


It's not only, in the foods that we eat

It could be something, we put on our feet

Or our faces, our arms, or our body each day

It could be a cream, a gel, or even a spray


It might be something, in the shampoo for our hair

Some added ingredient, that really shouldn't be there

A pan that you use, could be dangerous too

Made of something toxic, you never knew


All I am saying is, Be Aware

I'm not trying to give you a scare

Just try your very best, to be on the ball

Do I dare even tell you, about when they recall

©April 8, 2026  Bud Lemire

              Author Note:


Please be aware of ingredients and how they can affect you.

They recall foods and usually give the numbers. So watch

for them as well. You never know what we are treating our

bodies too, and it could be one reason you aren't feeling the

best. So be careful. 
 

 



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If Heaven Was Real

By Bruce Clifford

If heaven was real, I’m in heaven with you.

How you make feel, so real and alive.

If I could hold you now, life would be complete.

If you could show me how, I know you’re who I need.


If the afterlife was true, I’m in this with you.

The way you touch my heart, from that first Tuesday at the start.

If you could just take my hand, together we will understand.

If heaven was real, I know how you make me feel.


I want to hold you.

I want you to see,

I want to be in your arms.

I want us to be free.


I want to protect you.

I want us to be,

I want this dream to be real.

I want you and me.


If heaven was real, I’m in love deeply with you,

The way you make me feel, the way you take away the blues.

If I could capture your smile in one single wish.

If I could hold you now I would never resist.


If we could capture that spark, we know who we are.

How you captured my heart, shining like the brightest star.

Your smile and your heart are what makes me feel so alive.

If heaven was real, it’s just a disguise.


©4/23/2026   Bruce Clifford 



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Cardinals at Twilight

 By John I. Blair

 I love the sight
Of cardinals at twilight,
Flying to the feeders
One last time in the dusk
And tinking softly each to each
Like a team of red-clad ushers
Opening the theater of night. 
©2011 John I. Blair
Encore 

 



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Just Rambling about My Barn!!!!

 By Walt Perryman

I’ve been cleaning out my barn for 12 years or more,
But a lot of my trash are my treasures that I adore.

Once I hauled a trailer full of trash to the dump one day,
And I brought back half of it, that I couldn’t throw away.

I have almost anything I’ll ever need scattered around,
But when I can’t find it, I’ll go buy another one in town.

I think I have a solution for my stuff that I might need someday.
I’ll build another barn to have room for what I can’t throw away.

©May 14, 2026    Walt Perryman

 



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The Purse

 By Bud Lemire

 It was time, to get rid of some stuff

Because, really, I had more than enough

It was a purse, I had no need of anyway

So I put it on the “Give Away” table, just today


The nice manager of the building, came to me

Asked if I put a purse, on the table which is free

I said “Yes, it was me, not long ago I did”

She told me, someone found the money, which was hid


She came to the office, with the fifty five

Saying, it was the best day to be alive

Return this money, to the previous owner if you can

I think it's only fair, it's returned to their hand


So the woman in charge, asked around

And the previous owner, was found

The fifty five dollars was returned, and it was great

The previous owner of the purse, sure did appreciate


She wrote out a card, thankful for the return

Because it is something, that many don't learn

She brought it to the one, who returned it all

Being the right thing to do, she heard the call

I can imagine, the hearts were touched on this day

When you do the right thing, it always feels that way

©April 1, 2026  Bud Lemire

              Author Note:


This was not my story, and it didn't happen at the Harbor Tower.

But it could have. Yet it is a very true story. When people care

enough to do the right thing. It feels great to everyone who is

involved. They all do their part. 

 



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The Village House

By Bruce Clifford and Andjela Srejovic

 Everything will be alright.

Life is life at the Village House.

Surrounded by nature created by magic.

Hvala ti što tako jako sijaš.

 

Thank you for shining so bright.

Thank you for shining so bright.

Hvala

 

Relax and sit as the many birds sing.

Children running around with the joy nature brings.

Life is life at the Village House.

The warmth of it’s embrace as we sing out loud.

 

Thank you for shining so bright.

Thank you for shining so bright.

Hvala.

 

Everything will be alright.

Life is life, forget the rest.

Take it all in within its warmth and its glow.

The Village House is the place to go.

 

Thank you for shining so bright.

Thank you for shining so bright.

Hvala.

 

Everything will be alright.

Life is life at the Village House.

Surrounded by nature created by magic.

Hvala ti što tako jako sijaš.

 

Thank you for shining so bright.

Thank you for shining so bright.

Hvala.


©5/12/2026   Bruce Clifford and Andjela Srejovic 



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