Maurice Bernier
Bio
I am a diehard New Yorker! I was born in, raised in and love my NYC. My blood bleeds orange & blue for my New York Mets. I hope that you like my work. I am cranking them out as fast as I can. Please enjoy & share with your friends.
Stories (142/0)
- Top Story - July 2017
Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady!!!
I am an OLD man. I am merely 61 years old. Okay, I am not a fossilized redwood tree, but I have been around the block so much that I am almost dizzy. My head, however, is still connected and very functional. So, now, I will begin.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans
I Did It! I Finally Did It!!!
When you were much younger, I am sure that you have heard many bedtime stories. Back then, they were designed to not just entertain you, but to help you to fall asleep. Nothing wrong with that. Believe it or not, these stories were not just stories. They were lessons designed to help you. Some of these tales—like the fables—had a moral for you to think about and learn.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Journal
The Perfect Lady... for ME!!!
If I heard it once, I've heard it a billion times. "Nobody is perfect." Uh huh. I heard it. So what? Maybe nobody is perfect to them. Maybe they don't believe in perfection. Who knows? To me, I look at happily married couples who never divorce or have extramarital affairs as perfect couples. Do they have bumps along the way? Sure they do, but they are still perfect for each other because they work on smoothing out the bumps together. They adhere to EVERY syllable of their marriage vows and they hurt severely when the "death do us part" is enacted. I have read too many stories where the spouse dies and their happy half dies along with them resulting in a double funeral. Imagine watching your loved one dying from cancer and you who loved them more than anything dies with them because you know that you can't live and don't want to live without them.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans
New York! New York!
I LOVE NEW YORK! Despite everything that goes on here, I still love it. Where should I begin? I have been a native New Yorker since the day I was born. As far back as I can remember, it was just the three of us: Mom, Dad, and little young me. For starters, we lived in an apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. It was close in proximity to Columbia University. Right away, attending a university later on in life was ingrained very early on. I remember looking out of the window at night and barely seeing images in the darkness. I was able to make out some sort of park. It looked like some sort of park that I saw on a jazz record cover. I saw the lights just barely above the trees. They looked like steady neon flames. It was so nice when balanced against the nighttime sky. How much did it make an impression on me? I was almost two years old at the time.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Wander
I Came!!! I Saw!!! I Pondered!!!
I am a teacher, musician, writer, son, brother, uncle, friend and a few other things. My enemies may call me a nudge, a pain, a problem and perhaps many other things. By just looking at my titles so far, I have room for one more-dreamer. What are my qualifications?
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Longevity
I Love You, But I Don't Know Who You Are
July 24, 2017 To the most BEAUTIFUL lady in the universe, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I most certainly do. The only problem is that I don't know you. I don't know where you are. You can be anyone, anywhere. You can be anyone—a daughter, a mom, a niece, a sister, a girlfriend, a wife, a grandmother, a granddaughter, a great granddaughter or an aunt. I don't really know at all. I have no idea. You are so many things to so many people, but you are always a friend to me.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans
How to Be a Jerk!
(The following story you are about to read is true. Only the names, places, cars being driven, the times, the order of events, the things said, the reasons why they were said, thoughts and where it has taken place were changed to protect the innocent.)
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans
A True Love Forever Lost
Love! What a very strange word. I've heard it so often. "Man, I love my new car." "I'd love to see the game." I have heard it ever since I popped out of my Mommy just a year before my first birthday. Oh yes! I've used it quite a few times, but outside of my family, I've NEVER felt love.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans