by Piper Bayard | Mar 19, 2012 | Life and Death
By Piper Bayard In early March, 85-yr-old Marilyn Hagerty was plucked from obscurity and catapulted to internet fame. Why? She was nice. Being nice should not be so remarkable, but she was nice about a restaurant that is commonly panned by “food experts” as being...
by Piper Bayard | Mar 8, 2012 | Amusing Ourselves and Hopefully You
By Jay Holmes After dealing with so much grim material of late, like Iran and Syria, I needed to write about something more cheerful. In the USA, we celebrate Mothers Day on the second Sunday of each May. We celebrate Fathers Day on the third Sunday of each June. At...
by Piper Bayard | Mar 4, 2012 | Amusing Ourselves and Hopefully You
When life gets busy so does Holmes, but don’t worry, he’ll be back soon with more of his foreign affairs analysis and biting sarcasm. In the meantime, I thought I’d lighten things up a bit after that intense and important series on Iran (See Special...
by Piper Bayard | Feb 22, 2012 | Interviews
By Piper Bayard and Jay Holmes My blogging and spy novel writing partner, Holmes, and I have been restless lately. Fidgety and irritable. Unable to sleep at night. Piper even found herself re-arranging the objects on her writing desk into alphabetical order, muttering...
by Piper Bayard | Feb 20, 2012 | Life and Death
By Piper Bayard My son is a geek. . . . It’s ok. I’m not insulting him. He’s very comfortable with the fact that he is a geek. He knows that geeks, especially those of the engineering variety, have high potential for good lives if they survive high school, and, at...
by Piper Bayard | Feb 14, 2012 | Life and Death
I don’t usually post on Tuesdays, but I wanted to share this with you. I took this picture at WalMart a couple of days ago, and no. I didn’t stage it. All the best to all of you for Valentine’s Luck, however you may define that. Piper...
by Piper Bayard | Feb 13, 2012 | Apocalypse, Life and Death
By PiperBayard Grief burns my heart. The friction of Time dragging me through its currents, away from my beloved companion. The barest bloodstain remains in the cracks of the floorboards. A primal testament to her existence. A proof to my disbelieving mind that the...
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