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.

I’ll be Back, or, Resolving Technical Issues (Maybe)

It’s been well over a month since anybody’s been able to comment on posts here. And I’ve been getting increasingly frustrated. At least partly because I’ve been using increasingly-outdated software and services. That’s the not-so-good news. The good news is … Continue reading →

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Ukraine, Russia, Annexation; and Learning from History

(From Ukraine’s Ministry of Internal Affairs, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.) (Looking for bodies in Chernihiv’s secondary school number 18. (March 6, 2022)) I hadn’t planned on writing about the mess in Ukraine this soon. But stuff happened. So … Continue reading →

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Mostly Good News: New Computer For Me

My wife and son are giving me a new computer. It’s both a wedding anniversary present, and a much-needed upgrade. That’s good news. More good news, at least from my viewpoint: I decided that it is financially possible to upgrade … Continue reading →

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Easter: Parades, Eggs, and the Best News Ever

Easter Sunday is a very big deal. It’s “the greatest of all Sundays,” since it’s when we celebrate our Lord’s resurrection. Begin celebrating, actually. The Easter season lasts until Pentecost Sunday: not quite two months from now. Maybe “our Lord’s … Continue reading →

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I’m Not as Crazy as You Think I Moose!

(From Gustave Doré, via Library of Congress, used w/o permission.) I’ll be talking about ADHD, PDD, PTSD, ASD and me; and what that alphabet-soup assortment of acronyms means. But first, a spot of poetry. “…Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I … Continue reading →

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