Someone complained that this page doesn’t tell you what to expect to find here in this blog so I aim to rectify this with the next line. I am a father who writes about life, parenting, business, politics and fiction. I don’t use an editorial calendar because I don’t map out what I am going to write that far in advance. The primary focus will be on things that relate to children and parenting. But the nifty thing about that is that encompasses a wide range of things.
Sometimes I work with companies on their PR/Marketing efforts. If they provide products or services I will disclose it. Here is an incomplete list of companies that I am currently or have recently worked with: Nintendo, Philips Norelco, Subway, Frigidaire and Mattel.
Want to know more about me, keep reading.
If I wanted to provide a professional description it would looks similar to this:
Jack has a Bachelor of Arts degree in journalism from California State University Northridge. He has been writing for print and web publications for more than twenty years, covering a wide range of topics including: business, technology, parenting, politics, education, sports and religion.
That is far too serious so I prefer to use something like:
The Jack B. is a writer and author of 39 unpublished books and three screenplays. A former athlete and would be superhero he still fights for truth, justice and the American Way. Though he may look like a grown man, don’t fool yourself he is still a boy at heart. When he is not engaged in Walter Mitty like fantasies he is a husband, father and friend and blogs at TheJackB.
Hmm…obviously I have since moved from Random Thoughts over to this place, but that is ok. This page is a work in progress which is a good description for me. I’ll probably tweak this on a regular basis so feel free to keep checking back in because you never know what might show up.
I am a prolific writer and update frequently so don’t forget to scroll down the page to see what nugget of wisdom you just might have missed.
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A Father Describes Parenting
A Father’s Burden
How Sister’s Helped to Train A Father of “Daddy’s Girl”
Inside the Blogger’s Studio- A Dream, Er Nightmare
What I Dream About
I am In Love
Becoming a Dad
Dad’s Most Important Job
A Decade of Dad
Why Your Post Sucks and Everyone Hates Your Blog
A Letter To My Children- Things That Matter
A Letter To My Children-2011
Dad Balances Fear Versus Reality
Q&A With Daddy Blogger JackB
Save The Last Dance For Me- 75 Years of Marriage
An Uncertain Certainty
Four Generations & A Wedding
The Best Thing My Father Ever Said To Me
1 Foolproof Way To Become a Better Writer
The Story Of A House- The Final Days
He Died A Hero
Twenty-Five Links That Will Make You A Better Writer/Blogger
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The man wrote a story in several places and played around with linking it over and over or just letting it play here.
Threw on the boss, listened and told her the time was coming and smiled.
Figured she would read it twice to see if she missed anything direct or indirect and smiled again.
Could take you by the hand lead you to the secret garden and there is a damn good chance you would go along and not realize you had left the real world because there is magic makes us lose track of time and space.
Can be kind of scary but in the best way.
Sometimes you have let the fear flow through you and go forward with butterflies in your stomach so that you can get answers.
Don’t want to be the senior citizen looking back in time thinking about a red headed boy that meant something. Sometimes you just got to be the Rosie to a man and enjoy it for all the time you get it be it a day or decades.
The man saw the woman read his words on Tuesday and wondered if she would come back on Wednesday.
He thought about telling her to read some of the material here or here and then wondered if she had read most of it. Some she had absolutely seen but not all and so he placed the link there and let it be.
There was this question in his head about whether she was chasing him indirectly or at least trying to indicate she wished to be pursued.
He had no doubt she wished to spend real time with him and enjoy all that came with it but recognized she might be processing that in a different way.
Might even think because it held some complications that she ought to avoid it. He had told her that was a mistake for a variety of reasons and that they needed answers that wouldn’t come solely from contemplation.
He suspected that if she were seated in front of him she might even blush and turn from the intensity of his gaze because she knew it would cover body and soul.
Not that she couldn’t handle it, she absolutely could but sometimes he reached beyond the wall and surprised her. Sometimes she he found the girl inside the woman and made her giggle like she hadn’t done in years.
It was fun and sometimes frustrating, but mostly fun.
The man looks at the computer screen and asks “where is my girl” knowing he could write, call or summon her with smoke signals and get answers to his questions.
“Woman, my heart aches when you are not around. Sometimes it takes a minute to notice but once I do it jumps out at me. We need answers.”
He looks up at a moon he can’t see and tells her one day she is going to step into his arms and pretend it is his fault it took so long.
“You know it is going to happen. You’ll make it out to be me and I’ll let it go just because, but damn sometimes your stubborn nature kills me. Except I am just as stubborn and just as determined. Don’t know what the end result will be, but we’ll figure it out…sooner or later. This I know.”
The man thinks about the Winter Woman and plays Rainmaker for a moment while playing around with what he wishes to say and do. Thinks about telling the woman he needs her to submit to his electric hands and be with him for a while.
He senses something that he can’t quite put his finger on and is trying to chase it down to figure out what it might be. There is a question of faith and willingness to take a chance.
Can’t figure out if he is fooling himself or if that other thing he senses is more than a feeling. For a moment he wonders if it’s the alcohol and decides he hasn’t drunk enough for it to be.
If he sees her visit their home he might write more if it feels right.
It is crazy, ridiculous but it also makes perfect sense so he shrugs his shoulders decides to just roll with it, whatever may come.