The Secret of the Babemba Tribe 01/24/2018 The persistent heat of the desert gave way to a subtle wind that washed in a breathtaking sunset. The silhouette of the blacken unlit stage was accented by the cage of lights and speakers listless in the wind, almost relaxing in its confidence for the night ahead. With a punch to the gut, the band kicked into a rollicking blues beat. The stage lights opened their eyes as the backup singers called the audience into the blasting rythmn and backbeat. The crowd stood and roared as the one and
The persistent heat of the desert gave way to a subtle wind that washed in a breathtaking sunset. The silhouette of the blacken unlit stage was accented by the cage of lights and speakers listless in the wind, almost relaxing in its confidence for the night ahead. With a punch to the gut, the band kicked into a rollicking blues beat. The stage lights opened their eyes as the backup singers called the audience into the blasting rythmn and backbeat. The crowd stood and roared as the one and
The Secret to Sawing a Woman in Half 01/24/2018 Several months ago I was at an extraordinary demonstration for magicians only. The presenter was about to present a long forgotten method for sawing a woman in half. The secret had been captured in recently discovered arcane notes that had been passed on through letters and a draft manuscript, but never assembled; never explained; never presented. A simple search on the internet will expose four essential ways in which the magician can cut a woman in two. None of this is a mystery
Several months ago I was at an extraordinary demonstration for magicians only. The presenter was about to present a long forgotten method for sawing a woman in half. The secret had been captured in recently discovered arcane notes that had been passed on through letters and a draft manuscript, but never assembled; never explained; never presented. A simple search on the internet will expose four essential ways in which the magician can cut a woman in two. None of this is a mystery
The Secret to Saying Goodbye 01/24/2018 Sala was from Balujestan, an ancient region about midway between Tehran and Baghdad, in Iran. He was probably in his mid-to-late twenties when my parents hired him. He was more than the traditional houseboy, he was our surrogate parent; disciplining us when we were out of line; guiding and teaching us our daily chores; and cooking sticky buns. Ahhh, Sala’s cinnamon rolls were made from scratch with an aroma that would invade the entire missionary compound and bring all the kids to our house
Sala was from Balujestan, an ancient region about midway between Tehran and Baghdad, in Iran. He was probably in his mid-to-late twenties when my parents hired him. He was more than the traditional houseboy, he was our surrogate parent; disciplining us when we were out of line; guiding and teaching us our daily chores; and cooking sticky buns. Ahhh, Sala’s cinnamon rolls were made from scratch with an aroma that would invade the entire missionary compound and bring all the kids to our house
The Secret of Imperfection 01/24/2018 My best friend kept badgering me and wouldn’t let up. I was not ready to start dating again and I was certainly not interested in getting involved with anyone. “You really need to go out with Lori. She is an amazing woman and the two of you would get along so well.” "No." Across town, unbeknownst to me, he was having the same conversation with Lori. “You really need to meet my best friend, Chris. Great guy and the two of you would get along so well.” "No." Finally, after 6 months of
My best friend kept badgering me and wouldn’t let up. I was not ready to start dating again and I was certainly not interested in getting involved with anyone. “You really need to go out with Lori. She is an amazing woman and the two of you would get along so well.” "No." Across town, unbeknownst to me, he was having the same conversation with Lori. “You really need to meet my best friend, Chris. Great guy and the two of you would get along so well.” "No." Finally, after 6 months of