by Piper Bayard | Sep 7, 2012 | The End is Near. . . .
This is a picture I took in the Ladies Room of our local Red Robin restaurant. I guess we just wouldn’t want to miss one minute of those political conventions, would we? Blogs and Articles in No Particular Order New York Times Best Selling Author Bob Mayer is...
by Piper Bayard | Aug 26, 2012 | Life and Death
By Piper BayardMy parents sat us in front of the TV on that July day back in 1969 and said, “You will want to tell your children about this.” We watched Neil Armstrong take the first walk on the moon, not understanding how remarkable it was, but thinking it was...
by Piper Bayard | Aug 20, 2012 | Life and Death
By Piper Bayard Fall. The time when the years of bottles, diapers, potty training, play dates, eaten refrigerator magnets and beans up noses culminate in that most memorable of days, the First Day of Kindergarten. The day when mothers finally get to have a hot meal...
by Piper Bayard | Jul 16, 2012 | Life and Death
By Piper Bayard We’re having a little problem where our son is concerned. The problem is that he isn’t little. In fact, he’s 6’7” and built like a tank. That, in itself, is not a problem, grocery bill aside. The problem is that now that he’s 16, he rightfully wants to...
by Piper Bayard | Jul 9, 2012 | Life and Death
By Piper Bayard As some of you know, I volunteered with Hospice for a time. I am also blessed with the best tweeps (Twitter friends) on the planet. So much so that lately a few people have come to me for advice about how to find such amazing tweeps. It’s simple. I...
by Piper Bayard | Apr 9, 2012 | Life and Death
By Piper Bayard Farm boys blow stuff up. It’s what they do for fun when “Momma” sends them outside to play. That Chinese guy who invented gunpowder? Yep. He was a farm boy. So with almost 400 years of “down home” coursing through my son’s veins, it’s no wonder he’s...
by Piper Bayard | Apr 2, 2012 | Life and Death
By Piper Bayard This is my orange tree. It owns me. You may well wonder how I came to be enslaved by a houseplant. It’s a sordid tale because it all goes back to the fact that I’m a killer. I kill things. It’s what I do best. I don’t mean kill things in the assassin...
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