Brian Kannard
Bio
Author, ghostwriter, and publication specialist who is growing as a human.
Stories (2/0)
The Eggs, the Fireplace, and the Oroborus
When I was a child, my Mother was a domestic engineer. Back in the 1970s that was the what would become a politically correct version of housewife. Whatever the term of the day for a mother whose career is raising her family, my Mom was it. By the time I was five or six, I had consumed a hen house full of eggs for breakfast. Every morning my plate held an unseasoned scrambled egg and a piece or two of bacon. The bacon always tasted great because God imbedded tastiness pork bellies. While the good Lord scored points with bacon, eggs he or she kinda fudged up on.
By Brian Kannard6 years ago in Families
The Event
When I talk about “the event,” my narrative sounds strangely like Kevin Spacey’s “there was a lawyer…” yarn in The Usual Suspects. Unlike Verbal Kint’s tale, my event was as real as a Kobayashi coffee mug. You see… there was an event in April of this year that changed me. The event’s catalyst doesn’t matter, or even where the event happened. What does matter is I was someplace on a Sunday afternoon, and I began to sob. We’re talking at the funeral of everyone you’ve ever known boohooing. Had I been a professional mourner, this performance would have gotten me callbacks for the next couple of years. Through the black tears that were leaching off my equally dark feeling soul, I concluded I had made some grave mistakes in my life.
By Brian Kannard6 years ago in Motivation