About my life and all its strife : Some's been real good, some's been bereft, I've used up life, 'til none is left, When you and me becomes 'not us,' It's no big deal, don't make a fuss, I've had some fun, but when I'm done, Just throw me on the compost pile. -AB- Go to my home page and buy a great story for fun reading - HERE. To read more free Andy Bozeman stories, GO TO THE STORY SHELF. … [Read more...]
Jesus Had a Secular Message, Too
Below is the Audio Companion for this article. The run-time is 00:06:26. Play it, read along, and enjoy. “It’s Christmas!” On this day, every year, ‘peace’ and ‘giving’ are celebrated, as the holiness of God and Christ, and the magic and fantasy of the Fairy Gomother are all mushed together into the secular form of Santa Clause. But, that’s okay, because, setting aside all aspects of deity, Jesus had a very powerful secular message, too.” The world into which Jesus was born in the year … [Read more...]
CHRISTMAS : THE SHEIKH’S NIGHT BEFORE
CREDITS This feature, THE SHEIKH'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS is directed, and produced by the author Andy Bozeman. ©1987 and ©2015, by the author, for the text and voice publication. Also, ©2015, by the author, for the Audio Book Recording. All music in this recording was composed and produced, and the copyrights are owned, by Jack Waldenmaier; and is available exclusively from MusicBakery.com. ~~~ Below is the Audio Book recording with a runtime in minutes of 6:36. Play it, and read along. … [Read more...]
Happiness May Be Found…..
Happiness may be found, not from serving yourself with what others need, but from serving others, and being needed. - AB … [Read more...]
A Man Without
This is a snippet from a short story in progress. Enjoy. [….“I have never diddled my housekeeper,” he stressed, answering the prosecutor's accusation. “I’m diddle-less,” he continued. “Maybe that’s who Daedalus was,” he teased with the homophone - “a man whose name we still don’t know - simply an unnamed man, and like me - a man without a diddle.” In the gallery of onlookers and gawkers for this high-profile trial, one disembodied voice whispered, too loud, to another, “Ohhhh! He doesn’t … [Read more...]
Thankful for All the Wrong Things? Yep.
It’s Thanksgiving Day. The dark days of the past few years have made it difficult to think of an obvious thing for which to be thankful. Prosperity and Security? Not so much; Good will toward men and back again? Are you kiddin’ me?; A home nation dedicated with one mind to the social balancing of life, liberty, and happiness?.......Nope. Then, just now, it hit me that I have one wonderful yet bizarre thing to give thanks for, though it’s way outside the box. That one thing I can be thankful … [Read more...]
America, How Beautiful !
This is what I believe about my country, and my place in it. This may be sung to the tune of America The Beautiful. [Invitation] America is beautiful, She’s holding many hearts. Each searching for the liberty Her majesty imparts. For every soul who starts the quest For life more fully lived, Her beacon glows, so each heart knows, The freedom that She gives. ~~~ [Warning] Make no mistake, This land is mine, To shield it I won’t blink, To keep Her from the precipice, To pull back … [Read more...]
Not For This
My father fought in World War II. He was the radio operator on a B-17 bomber. Actually, it was three B-17 bombers. Though there were successful missions in between, all three planes went down. The first was hit after the target was bombed. Consecutive anti-aircraft bursts almost cut the plane in half from end to end, allowing the wings to actually flap like a bird. The pilot got it back to base, where he touched down with no landing gear. Inexplicably, all on board were safe, but the plane … [Read more...]
When I Write, I Wear…
When I write, I wear Leave-Me’s, because Lev-I is bad grammar. Go to my home page and buy a great story for fun reading - HERE. To read more free Andy Bozeman stories, GO TO THE STORY SHELF. … [Read more...]
Wedding Couple
My father was a Methodist minister. Whenever he performed a wedding ceremony for an older couple, marrying late in life, he liked to share a special poem. He learned it from an elderly mentor who also learned it from a succession of elderly mentors; and no one knows who wrote it. My father theorized its penning to be around 1800. It was one of his favorites; and mine, too. Wedding Couple (author unknown) The groom, white of hair, Got up from his chair, His faltering steps needed … [Read more...]
Surviving the 1st
Many years ago, some good friends, a married couple, invited me to celebrate their baby's first birthday. But, the theme wasn't so much about the baby, as it was their relief to have survived the first year as parents. I wrote this little poem as a reality check. Surviving the 1st by Andy Bozeman ©1986-2015 Once upon a time, There were two little children, Who raised up a child of their own. They treated it fair, They gave it good care, They let it stay right in their home. But, as it … [Read more...]
A Little Late
Home building is not an activity well suited to procrastinators. Putting off important decisions about planning and building ( there are no UN-important ones ) is dangerous. To end up with a home that is right and ready you have to train yourself to think fast, and in-the-moment, but not like the guy in the following poem. This is an excerpt from the book, IF I’D KNOWN THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN I BUILT MY HOUSE, I MIGHT’VE GONE CAMPING INSTEAD. A Little Late by Andy Bozeman ©1994 - … [Read more...]
Armadillo
This is on loan from 123HomeProcess.com, my home building and planning blog. They’re in the news, ….again. They’ve spread across the country using man-made highways. Wherever they go, disease and destruction goes, too. They’re coming for you. Here’s a few words to help you remember to be careful with… Armadillo by Andy Bozeman – © 2015 My travels take me all along your highways and your byways. 'Til, when I find a place I like, I dig straight down then sideways. And there I’ll make a … [Read more...]
When the Redbud Says Goodbye
By Andy Bozeman ©2015 Along a stony path I walked, Within a sunrise wood, A chilly morn said “Winter’s born” And, “Summer’s gone for good.” Lamenting Autumn’s lifted grasp, For green I scanned the wood, Yet, failing this, within the mist, A lonely Redbud stood. ~~ Alone, among the thorny briers, He raised his form up high, No sign of frown, though leaves were brown, And blown by Winter’s sigh. His countenance was joyful, Though his leaves were plainly frail, Yet, I could … [Read more...]
Thirteen Two Sentence Ghost Stories
Let’s start with some extras. EXTRA EXTRA-FREE BONUS FRIGHTS Legion [ from my upcoming novel, Cross Eyed] - Once called the Son of Lucifer, he tried to make a deal, and outsmart the Son of God, but it went badly, causing endless embarrassment, and only served to make him the laughingstock of Hell, and to so dissect his demonic self-confidence, as to render him completely inept. If you ever hear strange noises and bumps in the night, it’s just Legion trying to come in for a graceful … [Read more...]