Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 3

I wasn’t a particularly good soldier. Nor was I a bad soldier. I enjoyed boot camp where I earned the nickname Numb Nuts. That was on account of a drill sergeant yelling at me for the umpteenth time. I had always been an honest sort and when sergeant asked me something like “do you understand me Private?” I would answer…

Words Have Power, They Are Magic Pt 2

My Aunt Sally came to get me and I moved in with her. She was big. Not in size, although she had lots of fat, but in life. She was big. Everything she did was big. She cried big, she laughed big. The thing she did the most was talk.  She talked a lot. Her friends would come over and…