Author: Joe Broadmeadow
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An Open Invitation (To Prove Me Wrong)
Continue Reading →In the spirit of the First Amendment and the free expression of ideas, this is an open invitation to submit an article to my blog. I know many of you have different opinions and perspectives and welcome such submissions. There are…
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The Continuity of a Lie: Failed Reaganomics Morphed into Trumpenomics
Continue Reading →President Trump loves to claim credit for the positives and deny any blame for the negatives that have occurred since his election. He likes to brag about matters that, if true, require no expression of fact, i.e. his being a…
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Just a Dog…
Continue Reading →(A repost from 2 years ago. People die all the time and I rarely think of them, but Max I remember quite often with a smile and a tear) He was just a dog… His official AKC registered name is…
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Everyone Needs a Purpose in Life
Continue Reading →In addition to James Taylor’s advice about “the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time,” one needs a purpose or reason to live. Courtesy of a post on Facebook, the contribution of several friends, and the Oracle of…
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BrainStorm: The Spark of an Idea
Continue Reading →Do you ever wonder where ideas come from? Or how some people look at problems and arrive at elegant, and often simple, solutions without effort? I do. It is what my writing compels me to do. I get ideas often…
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The Christmas Dragon: Part 12
Continue Reading →The Memory of Imagination I made my way along the dark corridor, trying to retrace the route the trees carried me. I ran down one dark hallway after another, only to hit dead ends. I’m never gonna find my way.…
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The Christmas Dragon: Part 11
Continue Reading →A Christmas Spy The magic surrounding me faded. I found myself on the floor of a large room. The air was stinging cold, large icicles grew from ceiling to floor. Before me, Iris sat on a throne of ice, her…
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The Christmas Dragon: Part 10
Continue Reading →A Return to Elvish Magic Max bounded off the wall, whacking his head on the roof of the cave in his excitement. He howled like a baby. “Max, stop whining, we’ve got work to do.” He rubbed his head and…
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The Christmas Dragon: Part 9
Continue Reading →Remembering to Believe It was hard to think. Elves and reindeer stared at me. Max leaned against the wall, following me with his eyes as I paced the room. He had this look of anticipation on his face like any…
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The Christmas Dragon: Part 8
Continue Reading →Iris the Ice Queen The darkness of the cave swallowed us. The light from outside faded. After a few minutes, I was tossed to the ground. An eerie pale glow surrounded me. I looked for Max, but he wasn’t with…