Telling the Truth Can be Difficult by BB Webb Telling the truth can be difficult, the raw edge of truth. For instance, moving past the image of ourselves we most want to project, the attractive ones we cling to, but instead, into the depths of what it is to be alive, vulnerable, feeling at times [...]
A Next Chapter by BB Webb We’re all constantly writing ‘next chapters’ to our lives, to our routines through opportunity, inspiration, boredom, or misfortune, forced by death or coaxed by our own desires, ambitions, and curiosity. My last inspired big shift was prompted after a visit to Bozeman, Montana to celebrate my brother’s birthday and [...]
Ambassador of Enlightenment! Our Ambassador of Enlightenment - Tiny Tips of Canine Enlightenment Why might the perspective of my pup, Buddy, hold value to those of us in business? As the former 'Director of First Impressions' has proven, no one was a fonder greeter of our guests at my former business, Carl House. With [...]
Loss is a tricky thing. We don’t like it. We like to have what we have and consider that it’ll never go away…the good things that is…people we love, ‘stuff’ we’ve accumulated, great moods that come our way…. being in shape, having the attentions we crave, perfect hair days! My former husband, Tommy Webb, passed [...]
Not just any dog...one of MY dogs. I've begun posts and abandoned them of late...my groove is shifting as am I. Like plates on the earth, my worlds are overlapping. I can't seem to get enough sleep and am easily distracted, not off my game, but rather, my 'game' is changing. This I know [...]
I hadn't put it together until just this evening, but my father, Bob Banta, (who dubbed me Barbara Suzanne Banta) was a BB as well. Happy Birthday to my father, Bob Banta. He died some time ago and honestly, I feel a greater bond with him since his death than perhaps when he was of [...]
Almost Friday. Each week like a bourbon splash or flirty fast wink. With more fodder for stories. This week a topper! I've written, set aside the words, written some more and ooooh, set it aside. Though in time, another day, without the need to watch my words so much, I'll encourage the transparent sparrow that [...]
I'm speaking Bunn-o-matic this morning. I enjoy coffee, rich, dark, freshly ground, brewed 'Joe', half caffeinated, half not, for no one enjoys BB on high octane....not even she. I heat my Land-o-Lakes non fat half and half, (an oxymoron if I've ever experienced one)....half and half of WHAT you wonder.....it's tasty to me and I'm [...]
I've not been my writing self of late....and, my body is not my own.....someone has inhabited it I fear, temporarily for sure, but it does not feel my own. I move differently than I recall, I feel leaden heavy, as though someone poured cement down my throat while I slept and blew up my skin [...]
everyone must do their best to get along. BB Webb