Monthly Archives: June 2017

Dual Diagnosis

Posted on June 28, 2017 by journeysofabentmind

Thor was the older of the twins, and because of a genetic anomaly had grown clearly six inches taller than his brother, Jihar. They were the “only child” of the wicked witch of the east, and both had been spoiled … Continue reading →

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Courage

Posted on June 21, 2017 by journeysofabentmind

Sometimes there comes an individual into the periphery of our lives, and if we are very lucky, that someone touches us directly and powerfully overwhelms us by their quiet presence. They may not be flashy and draw attention for their … Continue reading →

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Two Faces: Coming of Age of an American Girl and a Japanese American Boy in WWII

Posted on June 19, 2017 by journeysofabentmind

Most of the stories adults remember from their childhood almost always opened with, “Once upon a time…” That beginning loosed the wonderful world of make believe, a realm made of the dreams and hopes of wide-eyed children. The story shared … Continue reading →

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Two Faces: Introduction

Posted on June 18, 2017 by journeysofabentmind

Central California in late 1941 was quiet and slow-paced, tranquil and dream-like. It was in this haven that Nina and Gordon had met as second graders and grew into fast friends. Their families lived on the same side of town … Continue reading →

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Forward

Posted on June 7, 2017 by journeysofabentmind

This is the story of two friends whose lives touched during the turbulent years of WWII. Nina and Gordon were both born in 1938 at Mercy Hospital in the San Joaquin Valley town of Merced. Their story begins in this … Continue reading →

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Black Heart, the Pirate

Posted on June 4, 2017 by journeysofabentmind

The sun rose on a glassy sea, and Black Heart and his crew faced their forty-third day becalmed and without the sight of land and little hope of wind. The canvas above hung limp, dry as the weary eyes of … Continue reading →

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