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- Top Story - June 2023
4th of July 'ruff' on the dogTop Story - June 2023
As the end of June approaches, a lot of pet owners have a looming concern. It’s almost July and that means one thing, Independence Day celebrations. Whether you're chilling in the pool or camped out in the shade, everybody does something to relax on the 4th of July. The celebrations include grilled hot dogs with all the fixins, Grandma’s notorious potato salad, baked beans. An endless buffet. Time to feast and enjoy some time with friends and family. It's all fun and games until the sun sets – and the fireworks begin. And your dog has a panic attack.
By Dana Stewart10 months ago in Petlife
Celebrating Creativity
In the shadows of Mount Olympus, in the ancient Greek city of Olympia, we find the first written records of the ancient Olympic Games (776 B.C.) A cook named Coroebus (also documented as Koroibos) from the nearby city of Elis won the only event—a 192-meter footrace called the stade (the origin of the modern “stadium”)—to become the first Olympic champion. However, it is generally believed that the Games had been going on for many years by the time documentation had begun.
By Dana Stewart10 months ago in History
Moulin Rogue
Amid the sunbathed Parisian cobblestone streets, I realize my fate is no more a product of my making. My own life, or the future of it anyway, was in process of decision. Scripted by my very mother, a mere puppeteer, a voyeur of any semblance of parental guidance. It is as though every aspect of my existence had been thought out long ago with great accord. Sadly, no, I am more than sad, I am bereft and emotionally bankrupt. Destitute of any hope whatsoever. Tomorrow promises only the certainty of disappointment as all I hold dear is a guarantee that joy holds no place for me now, nor can I count on recompense lurking on the horizon.
By Dana Stewart11 months ago in Art
Buckle up Buttercup
I am an entrepreneur and I’ve been self-employed for the majority of my working career in sales and marketing. I don’t set an alarm clock and I make my own schedule. The 9-5 working people think this sounds glamourous. I’ll admit, the promise of hope and opportunity knocking rocks me to sleep every night. I count on fear to wake me up every morning. I operate with a moral compass, but I know that I live in a ‘eat what you kill mentality,’ in the business world that is. And it’s tough. I won’t sugarcoat the hardships, especially in this economy. In many aspects it is still a man’s world. The agendas, the greed – the innuendo women face on the daily. I’m sure men face these challenges as well, but this story is about me, and my lack of judgement.
By Dana Stewart11 months ago in Humor
- Top Story - June 2023
Art is Life or Life is Art?Top Story - June 2023
Life imitates art far more than art imitates life. The Decay of Lying ~Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) The Greek philosopher Aristotle (384 BC – 322 BC) is widely regarded as believing the exact opposite of Mr. Wilde, that art imitates life. Aristotle, a born thinker, son of Nichomachus, the personal physician of King Amyntas of Macedon. In fact, in his ancient script Prior Analytics, Aristotle is credited for having the earliest study of formal logic. Aristotle went on to serve as an apprentice to Plato for twenty years before politics changed things. An invitation from King Philip II to tutor the King’s young son, Alexander (The Great) of Macedon started a new realm for Aristotle in the Macedonian Court. In the royal academy, Aristotle was teacher to not only Alexander but also two future kings, Ptolemy and Cassender.
By Dana Stewart11 months ago in Art
- Top Story - May 2023
RelicTop Story - May 2023
Sophie Murphy paid the Uber driver as she stood in the circle driveway. Ten years ago she vowed to never come back to this place. The memories were painful, the resentment nibbled at her even now. Her grandparents’ house looked the exact same, huge and intimidating. The Greek revival home towered among the blooming magnolia trees. Sophie squinted at the white façade as it gleamed in the shadows of the afternoon sunlight. She knew her mother would be inside, all of them would be. The whole family. Granddaddy Murphy was the only one of them that ever really loved her and he was the reason she made the trip. With his final breaths, he begged them to come together and try to be a family one more time. For his sake, she would try again. Her peace of mind was on the verge of evaporation. But vows meant nothing in the face of death.
By Dana Stewart12 months ago in Fiction
Fate Train (Micro version)
Funny smells. I dream of you. My body aches. How did I get here? Is this what death feels like? A reckoning in glimpses play out before me. I’m spared. I’m given a second chance. With you, and the one our love made. This time we will do it right.
By Dana Stewart12 months ago in Fiction
Minus One
You winked at me over Monday Night Football. I smiled and drank stale beer. You courted me with roses and chocolates. I vowed forever. You hated the Ramen I kept on the table. You ate it anyway. Graduation and promotions. We moved to the suburbs. I forgot what your face looked like. You joined the country club. I learned how to play tennis. You hired another new secretary. I followed you to that motel. You used that degree to court me again. I smiled and drink stale beer.
By Dana Stewart12 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2023