Out Of The Mouths Of Bears

by Beth Diane Bradley I had a dream years ago that I lived in a huge house with many bed rooms.  And there was a crying baby in each room.  I ran from room to room, feeding one baby after the other, and then I forgot which ones had not been fed, because they all…
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If You See A Bear, You Go Girl!

by Beth Diane Bradley Women have made many advances in equality over the years, but men will always have an edge when it comes to peeing in the great outdoors. I just returned from a camping trip with two women that has become an annual tradition. One of the things we like to do is…
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I’m Curious, George … Can You Hear Me Now?

by Beth Diane Bradley Although Darwin’s theory of evolution may not be accepted by everyone, the evolution of the telephone is clear as a bell. The most primitive phone I remember is the “party line,” although my family didn’t want to monkey around with one of those. Then the Rotary phone remained the top banana…
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May The Muse Be With You

by Beth Diane Bradley At first, it made my heart sing.  I couldn’t wait to share it with the world.  And then I found a typo. I am a writer. The first draft of anything I write is like a newborn baby. It’s perfect until I take a second look, and realize it’s covered in…
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A Pack With Peppers

 by Beth Diane Bradley Every time I take my dogs for a walk these days, I’m packing heat. To clarify, we’re talking pepper spray- and the alleged attacker would be an off-leash dog wanting to pick a fight with my two hound dogs that out-weigh me. I sincerely hope I never have to use it,…
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