Mese: agosto 2016

LifeNews Report: CONFIRMED: Planned Parenthood Killed Woman in Botched Abortion — Deacon John’s Space Pro-Life News Report Wednesday, August 31, 2016 For pro-life news updated throughout the day, visit Top Stories • CONFIRMED: Planned Parenthood Killed Young, Black Woman in Botched Legal Abortion • Actor Don Cheadle Calls Donald Trump a “POS,” Says He Should “Die In A Grease Fire” • Catholic Archbishop: “Why are Only a […]

via LifeNews Report: CONFIRMED: Planned Parenthood Killed Woman in Botched Abortion — Deacon John's Space


the cousins

It’s Independence Day in Hilldale.

As always the cousins gather on Danny’s front stoop to hear Lanfranco and Gary play the accordion.

“Is it just me” Mary Ellen complains, “Or do those songs get sadder each year lately?”

The Ronald points out something interesting.

“Our parents have all died,” he reminds her,”and we’ve reached the second plateau.”

He goes on to explain, “The children and teenagers are having the time of their lives with that music, as we once did. The torch has been passed and we’re stuck with it.”

“But we still have Jitty Joe’s Ice Cream,” she gushes.

Thank you to Vijaya Sundaram for this week’s photo prompt, and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields who guiddes us weekly through Friday Fictioneers.

be there or be square

“Hey Melvin,” Stanley blurted out. Youse know anything about wasps or what?”

“You mean like our neighbors the Hollingsworths?” his friend answered. “Not much, why?”

Stanley gave Melvin his “Youse stupid or what?!” look and dragged him out of sight of the insects.

He asked him if he wanted to attend this year’s Pittston Tomato Festival.

“It’s from today to Sunday man! We just gotta go!!” was the only possible answer.

They then drove over the Fort Jenkins Bridge into the annual extravaganza.

“I know it’s Woodstock’s anniversary,” Stanley bragged. But man oh man nothing can possibly touch this!”

Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us weekly in Friday Fictioneers, a story based upon a picture. This week’s photograph was supplied by Janet Webb.

There’s No Way I’ll Send My Kids To Public School To Be Brainwashed By The LGBT Lobby — The Matt Walsh Blog

It’s been announced that schools in Charlotte will no longer be using the terms “boy” and “girl.” They’ve adopted a new gender fluid policy that allows students to be whatever gender they prefer. Boys will even be allowed to attend all-girl overnight trips, so long as they identify as girls for the duration. To alleviate…

via There’s No Way I’ll Send My Kids To Public School To Be Brainwashed By The LGBT Lobby — The Matt Walsh Blog

reginald and rachel

While visiting family in northeastern Pennsylvania, Reginald and Rachel took a walk on the local boardwalk.

“Isn’t this such a nice change from Long Beach’s boardwalk, honey?” Rachel pointed out.

“If we were there now,” her husband reminded her,”we’d be surrounded by teenagers with surfboards, Hasidic Jews in traditional black garb, and maniacs on bicycles.”

“It’s the perfect cure for our claustrophobia,”she couldn’t help noticing.

For countless hours they stayed there, enjoying the absolute silence and privacy, occasionally passing comments about the enigmatic triangle on the horizon.

“Too bad we don’t have one of those in New York”, she complained.

Adam Ickes provided our weekly photo prompt. Rochelle Wisoff~Fields is our Friday Fictioneers fearless leader.

anxiety attacks

Sylvia has had anxiety attacks for the past five years. She’s been seeing an individual therapist, Jeannine, once a week, and also sees Toby for group therapy.

She often visits her favorite neighborhood bar just to relax.

One night she was smitten by the reflection, in a window, of a sign advertising for fruit and vegetables.

Immediately she wrote a memo, on her phone, reminding her to tell Jeannine and Toby how moments like that help her to relax.

Her alarm went off. She got up to leave so she could catch her train.

“Duty calls,” she told the bartender.

Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields, our leader in Friday Fictioneers