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Podcast
Conflicted, a novel
Chapter I
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Commentary
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Am preparing my first podcast, the first chapter of a completed but unpublished manuscript of mine.
Everything is so new.
Questions I ask are so basic.
Information is more difficult to come by.
And yet, thanks to the team of people around me, within a week after Kat first suggested the idea, I hope to have the first chapter of the first available for tomorrow postings.
I submitted the book to over a hundred agents with no one willing to go all the way with it.
Or even to second base.
So happy that at least a few people will listen and enjoy it.
It’s late and the piece still hasn’t uploaded yet.
Doesn’t seem like it’s going to be ready in time for the blog to get posted.
AND AT THE LAST THE VERY LAST LAST MOMENT: EUREKA!
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Tuesday’s Dinner posted on
Thursday, October 17, 2019
London Broil.
Awesome.
To check out our recipe: Click the magnifying glass on the top right of the screen. Type “London Broil Slow-Roast”, hit “Enter.” The recipe will pop up.
Or scroll through our Recipe Blog.
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Chuckle of the day:
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Steven Wright
Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety one?
If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?
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A “Hello, my friends!” video.
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Watching Movies with our children.
Dom’s website: existentialautotrip.com
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We love getting mail.
Contact me at domcapossela@hotmail.com
Thursday, October 17, 2019
This from Kali L:
I was the maid of honor in my best friends wedding at the end of September and it was an honor. They decided to travel to Italy on their honeymoon (they haven't traveled in ten years) where she ended up getting a fever. Unfortunately, they are now in Italy for an undetermined amount of time away from their 8 year old son (my godson) while she recovers from an emergency surgery. She was moved from the hospital that did the surgery to another hospital and is in the ICU. Lately, I don't have the words for all that is life. So here we are...
Dear Love:
The walls are old where you are
Bird shit colors the cobblestones
My voice is forgetting yours
Last night I dug through hundreds of letters
trying to find your words so I could hold
them in my arms since I can’t access you.
I dreamed of you painting while I was writing and I stopped to read to you as your hands worked against the canvas.
The sun was warm and the ocean was crashing in and out.
You told me, I understand and I am here, always.
I told you, you are my sunshine.
It was just a dream; the ICU cradles you now.
Web Meister responds: Poignant. Lovely.
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Acknowledgements
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Thanks to Justin and Manny for their patience and continued work to get the podcasts up and running.
Thanks to Steven Wright for today’s chuckles.
Thanks to the Microsoft team at the Prudential Center for their unflagging availability to help with a constant flow of technological problems.
Always thanks to Wikipedia, the Lead and the Thumbnail sections of the Blog very often shaped from stories taken from that amazing website. They are truly worthy of public support.