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Marylyn murmured “good night” through the phone, and Hank fired back a curt “Night,” thumb smashing the end call button before her rejection could hit—just a silent void now, no echo of the old days when a handset’s clunk marked the end. Gone was the heft of plastic in hand, the small speaker and microphone…
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Struttin’ Your StuffYou’re struttin’ your stride,threads loud and bright,pants huggin’ tight,feelin’ just right.Shirt’s a snug tease,assets in view,glidin’ with ease,king of the crew. Think John Travolta,Stayin’ Alive on blast,(beat thumps—boom, you’re fast),head bobbin’ side to side,back and forth, so fly,every eye’s glued,you’re the guy. Boom, boom,chakka, chakka,strut’s in full swing,you’re owning everything—then your big toe-tipsnags…
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Most people don’t get Newton’s laws of motion and how they secretly run their lives. Let’s break down the first law, nice and simple. Part one: “A thing at rest stays at rest.” Translation? If you’re parked on the couch dreaming about change—your life, a new habit, whatever—it’s not gonna budge until you do. Nothing…
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Technology has significantly transformed my job as a builder, and its impact continues to evolve. One of the most notable advancements is in the tools I use daily. The shift from corded to battery-powered tools has been a game-changer. These cordless options are not only convenient but often outperform their corded counterparts, offering greater efficiency…
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(A Greek Tragedy in Verse) [Prologos: The Dreamer’s Lament]O Fates, cruel weavers of the night’s design,An ache gnaws deep, a thread malign.A nightmare crashes, wild and unbound,Spinning my soul to Stygian ground.I yearn for death’s release, its silent shroud—Yet all’s a lie, a phantom’s taunt aloud:Pain, a game, a smileless jest,A demon’s curse upon my…
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The daily post prompt about how often saying “no” interferes with our goals made me reflect on how frequently my “yes” gets in the way of my own aspirations. For me, saying “yes” too often creates busyness that distracts me from the most important things in life. How often do you say “no” to protect…
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“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”— William Ernest Henley, from “Invictus” (1875) Bathsheba, Veiled in MistI watch, unblinking,through the shadowed pane—I’m a silhouette cloaked in intent,my gaze a thread you can’t hold.Your form falters under my stare,cloth clings too tight,a confession I don’t need to hear.I feel…
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Who was your most influential teacher? Why? For me, it’s a handful. Ms. Hendin, my third-grade homeroom teacher—she was the first to call me smart in a way that stuck, and I believed her. That shifted everything. My parents, who drilled humility and hard work into me, roots I still lean on. Coach T., who…
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Morning crashed in like a drunk stumbling through my door—too damn soon. I squeezed my eyes shut, faking sleep, hoping the dark would swallow me back. Didn’t work. My head flickered with the big shit—the kind that jolts you awake at 3 a.m., all jagged edges and no mercy. I told myself it was just…
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“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”— Lao Tzu I left behind boyhood’s warm embrace,To chase manhood’s fleeting, hurried pace,Thinking joy was locked in that new space,But found instead an empty, hollow place. Then spent my years in restless, vain pursuit,To find the boy, to lost joy impute,Believing he could make my heart refute,But…
BB Grey--musings 