Bowie Elementary: Veteran’s Day, 2014


 Bowie Elementary: Veteran’s Day, 2014 Presented By: Frank Aprile, HM2, USN Length of Service: 4.7 years / Honorable Discharge Stationed: Navy Medical Regional Center, San Diego CA Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base, Ocean Side California U.S. Naval Hospital Emergency Room, Subic Bay, Republic of the Phillipines Operating Room Techincal School, Navy Regional Medical Center:  Bethesda, MD…

And regarding love…


And regarding love 🙂 I’m not sure that love is something you find.  It comes and goes, emerges as things unfold in front of you.  If love is compassion, then yes, it is always there.  And there are days when you see the total loss of love, and that makes you want to cry out,…

Snapshots of a German Schoolgirl in WWII


Editor’s Note: I think fear of the unexpected is a normal human reaction.  I also feel that conditioning people to be fearful is an art that seems to be a well worn tactic by those who have no conscience, or hide behind the lies of their confidants- the people they hire to be a buffer…

Justin’s 6th Birthday !


The Aprile’sWell it was a really nice day for Justin’s 6th birthday celebration.  The whole family, and the kidz on the block shared a bouncy house, some seriously rockin’ tunes, and a lot of freeze pops and ice cream. It was all good 🙂

To Mutti: We Are Born Amazed


My Mom, Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt:  June 18, 1929 – December 7, 2013 Please say it now-click the underlined link >  Love or condolences- in the “Reply” section below 🙂 Some of the great songs she loved- = = = = = =   = Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt (Aprile)  1929-2013 Eulogy: Ingeborg Hinderschiedt Professor Emerita of…

We Are Born Amazed


We are not born alone … We are born amazed. A completely pristine white page of talent waiting to be uncreased and unfurled  to the end of all that we can see that is that history of ours, yet to be heralded, yet to be written and a  grand suggestion of a future history that…

To My Father: Max Aprile


We are not born alone … We are born amazed. A completely pristine white page of talent waiting to be uncreased and unfurled  to the end of all that we can see that is that history of ours, yet to be heralded, yet to be written and a  grand suggestion of a future history that…

A West Texas Summer


Wednesday:  July 6 Click Audio Play Button Below… Maria brings her best friend Hannah to visit Dad in Texas. Airplane to Dallas from Detroit, unaccompanied Minors !!! Did I say UNACCOMPANIED ???? Maria’s in charge- cuz she’s flown the most. Weird guy on plane, looks like a terrorist.  Spends waaay to much time in the…

The Last Long Weekend …


Click Below to Play Audio Thursday:  July 21 Today is LaserTag Thursday (finally). Off to The Main Event ! We decided against Laser Tag– went for Glow-in-the-dark miniature golf… Some of the geographical features… The obligatory alien dude… Then off to some Air Guitar- Looking like Some Girl Band- And then the Apollo 13 Mission…

A Life Worth Living … (With You)


Is It 8 Years? Well let’s run from that last one…  It is actually almost 9. People say that love isn’t that complicated. But it is. It is tethered by rules and obligations that souls make to one another on the fly. It becomes a rocket when a balloon is released. It is unsolvable. An…

The Second Decade


There is something different when you look back at a life changing experience, running it in reverse. Although I had envisioned it- I chose not to kiss the sacred ground that is America when I arrived by military plane back home from a 15 month mission to the Republic of the Philippines.  There were a…

The Rough Stuff …


Water is casual as it drips – callous – and suggestive… It can be rough, flat, but never indifferent… Salient it is… Expressionless, remorseless, relentless. Unable to emote – A reflection of its environment – It sucks up color that surrounds it – Ripples with a transient speculation of direction suggested by the wind –…

Trees Without Bark


In Autumn- leaves fail … They drift away They fall and break And whisper ourselves apart- And become the grains of Winter- The assumption that gray is not a color becomes a narcotic slumber that forgives the advice from a younger heart- And urges forward- and onward- and hints that once upon a time- we…

53


The Sisters 2/53 The Kinderheim was an asylum so to speak. Nestled very neatly in the wrappings of Germany’s famous Black Forrest (Schwartzwald) in the southern corner so close yet so far from France and Switzerland. Kinderheim in German means a children’s home. A home for kids basically. As well it serves a respite for…

For me, at this moment, night time is the right time…


The Writer Four a.m. is a hell of a time to begin revisions to your life, but sometimes- anytime- is the right time. My better half is barely asleep, somehow caught up in the misery that awaits tomorrows work schedule… Nevertheless she fights the good fight, forcing herself to succumb to a brief moment of…