Author Archives: Brian H. Gill

About Brian H. Gill

I was born in 1951. I'm a husband, father and grandfather. One of the kids graduated from college in December, 2008, and is helping her husband run businesses and raise my granddaughter; another is a cartoonist and artist; #3 daughter is a writer; my son is developing a digital game with #3 and #1 daughters. I'm also a writer and artist.

Death in the Family

Posted on September 14, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

My father-in-law, “Deacon Dad,” had breakfast this morning. My wife and #3 daughter were there, lending a hand. He had been hospitalized recently, returning home a few days back. A priest came later in the morning, with the Eucharist. My … Continue reading →

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O Tempora O Mores! Oh, well

Posted on September 13, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

With major storms headed for cities in both hemispheres and the usual political brouhaha here in America, I figure this morning’s small town standoff won’t be national news. I didn’t know about it until early afternoon, when my son told … Continue reading →

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Life: It’s Been Happening

Posted on September 6, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

The last several weeks have been somewhat eventful. Part of my tongue went numb five weeks ago this evening, August 2. It was probably a TIA, transient ischemic attack: a stroke, the sort that doesn’t do permanent damage. As far … Continue reading →

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Transient Ischemic Attack?

Posted on August 12, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

I’m still recovering from what happened a week ago. The excitement started late Thursday evening, August 2. A small patch on my tongue’s underside went numb, as if I’d had Novocain/procaine. I mentioned the sensation — lack of sensation, actually … Continue reading →

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A Fogbound Writer

Posted on July 30, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

I thought, for a few hours toward the end of the week, that I might have the post I’ve been working on done by Sunday. That didn’t happen. By Saturday’s end, I’d written and kept more words than I’d deleted. … Continue reading →

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