Old Habits Die Hard
Out of habit and without thinking twice about it, I picked up the phone to call my Mum today. I stopped mid-dial with a reflective pause, then hung up.
She passed away almost twenty years ago.
My Mum was always my go-to person. Whenever I needed to talk, she was there. She was someone to laugh with, a shoulder to cry on, and someone that never failed to speak her mind and give me good advice and guidance — whether I wanted it or not. But many times, she was just a loving mother that would simply listen.
Lately, I…
Dream, Reality, or Both?
Like most normal people I have a nightly routine. Around 9 PM I take my dog, Silver, an 11 year old, 111 lb. Silver Labrador Retriever for her last walk of the day. Then I get ready for bed, wash my face, brush my teeth, do all the things that need to be done, and crawl under the covers by 10 PM. I usually scroll for about an hour, then read for another, and finally turn the light off by midnight.
Last night was no different, except I was unusually tired. I scrolled, and I remember picking up my book…
Chapter 1 — Picking up a Babe in Sin City — A Totally True Tale
Chapter 1 — Picking up a Babe in Sin City — A Totally True Tale
My Mum lives in Las Vegas. Picture this… Retired old lady, cruising around the casinos on her little electric scooter, oxygen tank hanging off the back, cigarette hanging out of her mouth, and one arm bigger than the other because she arm-wrestles one-armed bandits all day — you know the type.
Well, that’s not her.
My Mum is a petite, little old lady, high moral standards, always prim and proper, would be leading the Temperance Movement if there were one, and always wears her Sunday’s…
I’ve been called a misogynist, a racist, and a sexist because…
Over the past couple of days on Social Media I’ve been ganged-up on and called a misogynist, a racist, and a sexist because I did not, and do not, support Senator Kamala Harris in her bid for Vice President of the United States of America.
I do not like the criminal prosecution record she had when she was the district attorney of San Francisco. I do not like her liberal ideology, I do not like that she wants to raise taxes and take away our 2nd amendment rights. The list can go on, but to sum it up, I just…
Dreams, Dementia, and Death.
My dad came to visit me last night. But it’s probably not what you think.
I live in Burbank, California — almost thirty years now. My dad lives 3000 miles away in East Greenwich, Rhode Island. He’s been there for almost all of his eighty-eight years. He’s a great guy. Loving. Caring. Good sense of humor, and always leaves people with a smile. But he’s also the kind of dad that will seldom call, much less come for a visit.
So, I was quite surprised last night when he did.
It was a normal night. In bed by ten. Read…
Saying that Cuties promotes pedophilia is like saying the movie Twelve Years a Slave promotes slavery. It doesn’t.
Wow! Where to begin? For weeks, before the feature film “Cuties” had been released, I was seeing lots of triggered “Karens & Kens” freaking out over the description of the movie and its trailer; a movie they haven’t even seen yet; a movie they probably will not see for themselves; a movie where they base their rants solely on the rambling opinions of others; a movie that they have already made up their minds is the worst thing on God’s green earth; a movie that… Well, you get the idea.
I’m not a sheep, nor a lemming, and I’m not…
A Cross-Country Road Trip and Photo Expedition
With camera in hand, I was out the door and leaving California on a cross-country road trip to the east coast, in particular, Rhode Island and environs where I have family and friends I wanted to visit.
Actually, when I left I had more than just my camera in hand. I mean, come on… it was an all the way across the country road trip. I needed more than just my camera. My car was packed with everything I could need, would need, might need, might not need, and more than I will ever need. I’m a “just-in-case” type of…
Excerpt: Author’s Note
I was on a Caribbean cruise with my mum, her boyfriend, my grandmother, and… Okay, gotta’ stop here for a moment. You, the reader, may be asking yourself, “Who goes on a cruise with their mother, her boyfriend, and their grandmother?” Well, I do! And we had a great time. Granted, I was basically by myself and bored to tears the majority of the time I was on the ship — but I still had a good time nonetheless. …
Lon Casler Bixby
Professional photographer and published author in various genres: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, Photography, & Comic Books. www.amazon.com/author/loncaslerbixby/
