The Bantering Welshman
M.S. Humphreys is The Bantering Welshman, an East Tennessee native, author, journalist, storyteller, marketing specialist, husband and step father. https://www.instagram.com/thebanteringwelshman/ and http://www.banteringwelshman.com/
The Story Tells Me
Telling stories is my life story. Even before I could write I was spinning yarns. Whether born with it or I simply developed the talent as a result of my environment, there is nothing I enjoy more than creating a good story.
Growing up helping Mom and Dad in our garden, I always thought there was something magical and empowering about working the ground, planting a seed and putting food on our table. Likewise, it is deeply spiritual to me to stare up a towering silver maple that I remember Dad putting in the ground as a sapling; the same tree I used to cut the suckers and water sprouts from so one main trunk would grow tall, straight and true.
A Ducking Curse
Lena and Liza, the offending ducklings from No Ducking Way published last month, are growing into their quacks and feathers, but my poor wife has paid the consequences of purchasing the web-footed farm critters before we were ready.
Thank You, Mom
As an adopted child, I was undeniably blessed to have the parents that raised me. I can’t even begin to imagine how my life could have been different – or not at all.
Boys' Summer Dream Come True
Longed to see them wiggle, jiggle, dance and play Longed to see them freed from cloth ill bound Ne’r forget them the first this summer’s day
Black and Gold
It was summer 2009, and my divorce was final after a Colorado mandated three-month separation. One month prior to being “separated,” I had just returned from a difficult 15-month tour in Iraq. While deployed with the 4th Infantry Division in Baghdad, I was part of a combined arms team of nearly 6000 U.S. service members fighting to win The Battle of Sadr City through the worst combat since the initial invasion of Iraq in 2003.
No Ducking Way
An avulsion fracture is what the orthopedic surgeon in the city called it. That’s when bone fragments detach as a result of tendons or ligaments pulling away from the bone. Fortunately, it wasn’t as bad as the nurse practitioner at the hometown urgent care had told us the day before. We expected a full leg cast or even surgery, but my wife is a tough gal. The doctor’s prescribed treatment for her knee injury was only two weeks of no weight followed by light duty for a few more weeks after that.
What Are We Doing?
What are we doing? It’s what I hear The voice in my head Or from my own lips Who controls them instead?