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About TheJackB

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 That is far too serious so I prefer to use something like: The Jack B. is a writer and author of 39 unpublished books and three screenplays.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. Here is a short selection of posts to get you started. 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 The GermoPhobe What I Dream About I am In Love Becoming a Dad Dad’s Most Important Job A Decade of Dad Grandpa Donuts 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 Thanks for coming by, I hope you like it. If you want to reach me use the contact form or try talk-to-jacknow-at-gmail-dotcom You can also find more information by clicking About Me and reading my profile there. Also, I encourage you to sign up for my newsletter using the form on the top right hand side of the page.

The Man And Woman Part 3

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.

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The Man & The Woman Part II

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.

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The Man And The Woman

The man and the woman had a long history together in which they were sometimes together and sometimes apart.

But the man felt that even when they were apart, they were never really apart. They were always connected.

It was rare that he didn’t feel it strongly and not unusual for it to feel like a dull ache when she was far away or a sharp pain when she closed off contact.

He always managed and always knew he could and would survive whatever happened, but he wondered what she really thought.

He wondered if she was really honest with him and herself. She said he was the love of her life and he was certain she had meant it.

Sometimes feelings change and it was possible hers had but it was also possible they hadn’t and she had tried to bury things because of circumstances.

Sometimes people convinced themselves of some things. Maybe he had convinced himself and maybe she had convinced herself.

He wanted to spend time with her again to figure that out. He wanted to kiss her because his heart said that would be very telling, like a fairytale romance.

He was sure he was going to get the chance. She had read things he wrote and that was part of what convinced him, but not all.

There were other things too.

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So he saw she had visited the familiar places and wondered if she was going to reach out to him or if she expected him to reach out to her.

“I know things, but I am not a mind reader…”

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Just A Boy Asking A Girl

You could say I am just a boy asking to let herself remember who we were and give a chance to taking in to the present so we can be who we are.

Because we never did let ourselves really find out, never did take possibility and opportunity for more than a little while and now circumstances are different.

Now we can dare to hold hands and walk through our garden together.

Step into my arms and tell me it doesn’t bring it all back because it never really left, it just slumbered for a while.

And now, well now we can take some time and learn more about it or we can let fear prevent it all from being something.

Sometimes that sounds easier but I don’t know that easier is better, just a slow form of death and I am not ready to die.

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Stories To Tell

Thought about picking up this tale and expanding it but haven’t decided yet because this one could be good too.

There are others that were written for the same group that tied into similar themes, threads that speak to me and still do so today, I could easily pick them up and do something with them.

And I just might, maybe, just maybe someone will get a chance to be part of it, if they want or maybe not. 🙂

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Old New Days

The man told the woman it felt a little bit like the old new days are here.

“When you think of me, I am thinking about you.”

Except, we’re a little bit older with a bit more life experience and new opportunities to explore what we couldn’t explore in a new way.

You know I am going to have you again and that you will let me catch you, so the time is coming when we put aside the pretend and open up to possibility and opportunity.

You miss me, not just heart and soul, but your lips. You know it and I know it.

It is time.

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I Saw You

The man wrote the woman and told her he saw her in his dreams and that he knew she was going to come back.

“Still can’t say what will be forever other than you will find yourself in my arms again for no reason other than because fate says we need to know more.

I feel your heart beat and hear your thoughts just as you do with me.

I saw you and knew.”

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Where Is My Girl?

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.”

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Saturday Night

Es tan corto el amor y tan largo el olvido

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.

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