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Marcel Marceau than Edgar Bergen is the situation that gets played out again
and again. It doesn’t matter what the speaker is saying, for you can just mute
the audio and focus on the visual only. ...
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Like a gold medallion wearing lounge singer adorned in a super-ruffled shirt stolen from Liberace whose act is as obsolete as a fake spray-tan and failed comb-over, .......
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I go back to Tip O’Neill’s quote about all politics being local to make the point that Liz Cheney is as the motto says: “Proudly Working for Wyoming‟. The people of her district in Wyoming are her constituents and she has the duty to advocate for them as any other politician from any district would.
That being said, I want to be fair as I write this article about someone whom I politically disagree. But, that does not mean I will close my eyes, my ears or my mind in avoiding one aspect of Liz Cheney’s public stance and duty which all that have taken the oath in defending the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
I will be straight up and admit that I am a liberal who may not agree with Rep. Liz Cheney’s political stances. Okay, so she’s not a darling of the left or even trying to be. Clearly without rose colored glasses on, I know this is the reality. She makes no apologies about her ideology and I respect that.
So, why am I as a liberal giving a few words of respect or even a moment of applause for Rep. Liz Cheney? She doesn’t need an atta’ girl or pat on the back from anyone on the Democrat side of the ledger to make her feel some sense of being whole. This is not why I am writing this article. This is about how a person is treated by their own ilk, or those who are of the same commiserating kind when they decided to speak their conscience and take a position completely opposite to the grain.
Give props where props are due. I don’t need to go overboard in a wishy-washy Valentine for a conservative, but only to give a thumbs-up for another American citizen who has spoken truth to power……………
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***When this was originally written in 2021, I never imagined I’d be giving myself a tiny pat on my own back over how on target I was in defining the heroic stance that the focus of my article has made from back then to the present and onto the future*****
“The Lost Winter of Lyla Strauss” – Historical Adventure
In this coming of age story, set in the Yukon of the year 1850: fur trapper and orphan he raised come face to face with the transformative dimensions of their relationship, from tragedies through time’s passage. Escaping the world of his past, Dancy Ruelaix ventured into the solitude of wilderness. Wanting to evade opening his heart to another human being, he always thought he never needed anyone. But, there was one person who could not live without him. Her name was Lyla Strauss. A season of change comes in “The Lost Winter of Lyla Strauss”.
“Valerina’s Vineyard” – Contemporary Romance
Valerina thought desire would never grace her doorstep ever again after her husband died. Then, a stranger with a carefree spirit arrived at the vineyard. His name was Gio. Possibilities ripen in “Valerina’s Vineyard”.
“Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last” – Contemporary Erotica
A sexy lady with a fire inside has two men as different as dusk and dawn entering her life. Both men are sexy without a doubt. One has a hint of spice and dangerous pride to the manor born; while the other has a gentle heart so warm and confidence that has a cool charm. Will she choose lust or will she choose love? Maybe, it’s destiny that gives her that fateful shove. Out of a person’s hands they sometimes have little control on how the play of their destiny is cast in “Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last”.
“Her Name Was Lisa” – Contemporary Crime Thriller
Detective Hank Adler’s life had become a deck of consternation and confusion, as his problems with women were stacking up. For all this man was in the process of dealing with – ex-wife, daughter, lover, partner, murder victim; his worry with women seemed to be a set of five cards of discontentment. With that reshuffling deck of chaos in his life, a new card turned up; one which could put an investigation of Hank Adler himself in the middle of his current case. Her name was Lisa.
HE ONCE WAS – He once was that passionate troubadour of small stage and festival – His smile lit up the faces of those gathered on nights of years ago – His fans were many, yet few knew him true – A lovely lady with a twinkle in her eyes in the second row held his heart – She knew his tale – Coming out from the Midwest somewhere was from where his journey began to be seated on that stage there – Voice has fallen low as the years have grown – Fans once young and vibrant have grayed a bit too –The lady in his life had become his wife – A duet of joy brought about a baby boy – He once was a man about the world on tour – Yet, he decided to leave the road for love and family – But, a man like him could never be a bore – Troubadour of the globe now performs only for a lucky pair – Sentimental love songs have gone out the window, as toddler favorites have taken the space – An artist such as he has been blessed with heaven’s greatest grace – He once was the worlds’ – He is now theirs. ---
“When you attack us, you will see our faces. Not our backs, but our faces” - Volodymyr Zelenskyy, Ukraine President
“Beware, so long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance.” – Jean de La Fontaine
To anyone who is reading this, I pose a scenario that you can think about:
As you sit in your chair wherever you are, think about the border of your country, your state, your city, your village, your street. Now, think about an entity on the other side of that border, deciding to invade your space, your existence, your home and cast you out into the darkness of an apocalyptic abyss; leaving your world upturned beneath the crush of tanks and howl of air sirens going off.
What if it were you, what would you do?
Would you freeze? Would you run?
Would you pray? Would you fight?
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OUT OF THE BLUE, LIFE WAS REAWAKENED – “Valerina’s Vineyard”, A Contemporary Romance by A.H. Scott
A widow. A stranger.
Possibilities thrive in “Valerina’s Vineyard”.
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Freshly made tagliolini with shavings of white truffles were consumed during an almost silent supper this pair were having in the kitchen. Valerina finished her meal first and slowly sipped her wine in waiting for Giovanni to scrape the last bits of pasta from his plate. Neither knew what to say to the other, as that earlier event in the barn cast a somber shadow over these two people. Fork touched down onto his plate finally, as she couldn’t wait for this meal to be over.
Conscientious hostess, Valerina picked up her empty plate and reached over for his. Doing so, his hand touched hers in an attempt in assisting the removal of dishes from the table. She pulled away from his touch, as a plate was in either hand to be placed in the sink.
Last thing Valerina Allegretti needed was to be in this young man’s presence any longer. Standing at the sink with back to him, her body language exhibited a glacial aura in hoping he would leave the kitchen and go upstairs. Blue canvas shoes of hers even started to kick the wooden cabinet beneath the sink in an awkward rhythm. Dishes were placed into the sink, faucet turned on, and the water’s whooshing sound was a way of avoiding any further interaction with him. Just a wish was all she wanted to be fulfilled at that moment.
Yet, Gio had a different wish of his own, as he came up behind this woman in stillness at the sink. As his hand touched her shoulders slowly, she visibly shuddered.
Muscular build with facial hair and an inviting smile on his face, was perfectly matched with a frame of over six feet tall, allowing him to hover over her as they stood there together. He revealed his feelings towards the lady of the vineyard, “I am attracted to you”, His smile broadened, as his eyes gazed downward at the outline of her backside beneath fabric, “Valerina, you are beautiful”.
Valerina scoffed at his words, as she shook head in disbelief and turned the faucet off, “Don’t say something which is not true”, Thought of the happiness which ceased many years ago came in a sigh, “Beauty died when my husband did”.
Gio whispered slowly in her ear, “You are a beautiful woman…” Reinforcing the reality of the person who was standing right in front of him, “…And alive still”……..
OUT OF THE BLUE, LIFE WAS REAWAKENED – “Valerina’s Vineyard”, A Contemporary Romance by A.H. Scott
A widow. A stranger.
Possibilities thrive in “Valerina’s Vineyard”.
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Excerpt -
Freshly made tagliolini with shavings of white truffles were consumed during an almost silent supper this pair were having in the kitchen. Valerina finished her meal first and slowly sipped her wine in waiting for Giovanni to scrape the last bits of pasta from his plate. Neither knew what to say to the other, as that earlier event in the barn cast a somber shadow over these two people. Fork touched down onto his plate finally, as she couldn’t wait for this meal to be over.
Conscientious hostess, Valerina picked up her empty plate and reached over for his. Doing so, his hand touched hers in an attempt in assisting the removal of dishes from the table. She pulled away from his touch, as a plate was in either hand to be placed in the sink.
Last thing Valerina Allegretti needed was to be in this young man’s presence any longer. Standing at the sink with back to him, her body language exhibited a glacial aura in hoping he would leave the kitchen and go upstairs. Blue canvas shoes of hers even started to kick the wooden cabinet beneath the sink in an awkward rhythm. Dishes were placed into the sink, faucet turned on, and the water’s whooshing sound was a way of avoiding any further interaction with him. Just a wish was all she wanted to be fulfilled at that moment.
Yet, Gio had a different wish of his own, as he came up behind this woman in stillness at the sink. As his hand touched her shoulders slowly, she visibly shuddered.
Muscular build with facial hair and an inviting smile on his face, was perfectly matched with a frame of over six feet tall, allowing him to hover over her as they stood there together. He revealed his feelings towards the lady of the vineyard, “I am attracted to you”, His smile broadened, as his eyes gazed downward at the outline of her backside beneath fabric, “Valerina, you are beautiful”.
Valerina scoffed at his words, as she shook head in disbelief and turned the faucet off, “Don’t say something which is not true”, Thought of the happiness which ceased many years ago came in a sigh, “Beauty died when my husband did”.
Gio whispered slowly in her ear, “You are a beautiful woman…” Reinforcing the reality of the person who was standing right in front of him, “…And alive still”……..
Caren Barrett had become an intriguing detour for Greggory Pallard.
Greggory watched Caren from across the table as he sipped his wine thinking about how good it was just to enjoy her company without any unseen burdens, “You’re a far more fascinating woman than you give yourself credit for”.
Before tonight, Caren would have figured this man was drunk in saying that. She paused and looked around at the fanciful surroundings of the moment and softly smiled at him, “Takes fascination to know fascination”.
Drawn to Greggory’s body and mind, Caren was wonderfully aware of him returning the acknowledgment of similarity in magnetism.
(“He stripped my pretense and exposed my strength” – Caren Barrett)
After their supper of salmon, a violin trio began to play Mozart’s “Violin Concerto No. 3”, which was more than a perfect accentuation of a beautiful night under the stars.
On that restaurant rooftop during a candlelight dinner, Caren casually rested her head on Greggory’s shoulder as they slow danced.
Something about the night and this silence between them for a short spell got her mind jarred. Pallard may not have said a word about what would happen when the music stopped and they exited the restaurant, but Barrett felt a tinge of anxiety along her spine.
(“There was no doubt he would have me tonight. But, tomorrow would fascination with me be retained?” – Caren Barrett)
As the final strains of that melody wound down, this couple stopped dancing and Greggory Pallard let her know exactly how he wished this starry night to proceed, “You’re a passionate woman, Caren”, Pallard sighed, “And, I intend to explore the desire within you….”
He took her back to his place for a naughty nightcap.
In the sanctum of his bedroom, Greggory removed coral dress, unpinned brown curls and made Caren the focus of primal passion.
(“He could have any woman he wanted. He knew it and I know it. He wanted me, and, that is all I needed to know” – Caren Barrett)
She didn’t hold back anything to him, as he met her against tan, silk sheets. Not just gratitude flowed from this woman to him, but a scintillating sense of comfort being in his arms.
More than just the size of Gregg’s cock was proven to be larger than life for Caren Barrett.
For her, it was his mighty, mighty charm that hit all the right notes inside of her….
