(Posted for twelve weeks every Monday @ 10:00pm)
(Posted for twelve weeks every Monday @ 10:00pm)
WELCOME TO FRANKLINSWRITINGCORNER.COM! Thank you for stopping by and I hope that you get an opportunity to explore my blog site and find something you like of interest. I came into blogging a few years ago, which was inspired by my wife, labellanoire, who had a blog of her own sometime ago. She inspired me to share my story ideas with the rest of the world and see how it works for me. I have to say I love it and I plan on keeping and staying on this track for years to come. In 2012, in the Washington Post magazine, I had a fictional story called the “Red Barn” printed along with an article about me. I have to say this was exciting and gave me the motivation knowing that I have what it takes to get noticed, and that I have the skill and creativity to draw in my readers and fans alike. With that published article in the Washington Post magazine on my mind when I write, I also use real life events to inspire my writing to keep readers interested and to hopefully be a loyal fan! I look forward to seeing and hearing from you as time goes on with my fiction and non-fiction stories, and giving you the opportunity to learn more about me so I can learn more about you! The reader!
I love my extended, step family very much, but I have to tell you that living in a house full of diabetics is somewhat confusing. My late grandmother was diabetic and I don’t remember her every having one hundred bottles of the sugary sodas known to man, fifty pounds of cake products and continue to complain about not feeling good and going through medicine like Jesus is coming tomorrow for breakfast. My wife suffers from low blood sugar, which is really taking a hit since she hardly eats due to her stomach and esophagus issues, but I am trying to keep her from venturing into the diabetic territory. She was once warned about that before, but I tell you living with her mother, my in laws, is a challenge in almost every sense of the word. Don’t get me wrong, I love them very much, but some decisions they make don’t make sense and seems counter-productive. My wife’s uncle, who seems like he is going to have a stroke each time he goes up and down the stairs, is very opinionated and can butt his head into places that he has no business in. With my step father in-law, he is starting to get into the dementia stage it looks like, and walks out of the kitchen leaving one of the electric stove burners on. I just happen to see it still on when I felt this heat radiating from underneath my chin and chest. Oh shit! The burner is still on, but I just turned it off instead of telling him, which probably would have sparked argument between the husband and wife.
Arguments, boy I tell you, are something of almost a daily occurrence over the smallest and strangest things you can think of. Trying to speak to them when the volume on the television is loud enough that astronaut’s on the space station keep calling us to turn it down so it doesn’t interrupt their sleep. When they speak to each other its like an argument circus in here! Instead of turning the television down or muting it, they continue to speak to each other, yelling over the volume of the television, mother in-law complaining that she can’t hear her husband because he’s mumbling, he gets irritated of repeating himself so he shouts loud enough to hear her, she gets upset because he’s shouting and now both have attitudes where he goes into the bedroom and closes the door to be by himself watching the Mets baseball game. At this point now, during the summer, my uncle in-law, I suppose, has no power in his basement apartment and is now using the power upstairs, which is now causing the power bill to spike sky high. That ultimately caused a debate where all three of them started arguing over that issue. I almost can’t wait to go back to work so I can start contributing and hopefully quite the house down once more. My wife works from home and hears this going on day in and day out, and sometimes she is on phone calls with important clients and her mother comes walking in wanting to show her the newest style in her knitting format.
When we do remind her mother of her diabetic condition and that drinking all these million calories in the sweetest sodas known to man, her response is always “I’m diet controlled!” OH MY GOODNESS!! I’ve seen my grandmother go through amputations and live to be 92 with this disease, and trying to keep her from going through the same thing. This is only part of the hilarious and strange living in this house in our upstate neighborhood. More coming at a later time!
As you can see my wife’s hand reaching for that ripe, crisp apple in the tree just waiting for us to devour. It’s almost that time of year once again when we have our traditional apple picking in late summer, early fall. This picture was taken last September, and I have to tell you we walked out of the farm with like $50 worth of apples or more. Drinking the fresh cider that was filtered and drained on the spot and with no added chemicals to make you think you was drinking apple cider. Our favorite kind of apples from this farm is the Honey Crisp apples, which taste just as good as if you had ice cream swishing around in your mouth with the delicate treat. I surely can’t wait until we hit that spot once gain where hundreds of people are searching for the perfect apple to consume and take home to bake or cook their favorite dessert with these homegrown fruit. Lines almost a mile long waiting to enter the apple picking farm, where you can spend almost all day, hours at this place searching for those perfect rounded juicy treat to satisfy your hunger for non-waxed skin. Besides the Granny Smith apples, this is the only way I will eat apples, freshly picked from the tree that they are harvested on. Oh my goodness! Lovely time of the year!
D. Franklin (Author)
When my wife and I were taking a walk along the Hudson Riverfront Path, about 10-15 minutes from the house, I saw this scene and knew I had to take a picture of it. This image inspired me to think about life and how things can change and lead you down paths of the unknown. Even though my wife and I have been on this path plenty of times before, this was part of the path that we have not experienced together. Walking through this part of the path was beautiful, which the picture may capture for you to sense, but we had no idea where this path would lead us ultimately. You can continue to walk, jog or bike this path and end up in Buffalo, but you may not be happy with your physical results once that endeavor was completed. I can definitely see how this path can resemble your path through life and not knowing where it will lead you. Coming up to New York, on blind faith, with no permanent job in sight and not knowing how things will turn up for us, was somewhat scary, but exciting at the same time. This path also resembles the focus you have to have when going through life and facing obstacles. Keep your focus straight on your goal and continue to follow the path that God has set for you. You may not know where the path will lead you, which we found out this led us to a beautiful opening, but nevertheless continue and you may come across an opening for new challenges and opportunities for you to conquer. I ask you, what does this path mean to you and how does it play a role in your life?
D. Franklin (Author)
This past weekend, in St. Louis County, Missouri, another unarmed black young man was shot by a police officer, which through witness and agency statements send confusion and conflicting stories through the media. Obviously, there are holes in this story that have not been filled yet, but nonetheless holes remain. Could this be another Trevon Martin situation where a young black man goes down in the midst of gun violence with no justification due? As a fellow law enforcement officer, and a black American, I see situations like this and it does raise eyebrows, but I like to know the full scale details on both sides before coming to a conclusion of any civil rights violation and any wrongful doing by police. Shooting anyone, unarmed or armed, is not a decision that majority of police officers want to take, but in some cases it is necessary and, unfortunately, it becomes deadly.
In this case, in Missouri, we don’t know the officer’s name and race of who did the shooting. In California any officer that is involved in a police shooting, his or her name and race is announced to the public and the media. I understand fully that the agency is trying to protect the officer and his or her family from any retribution he or her may receive being involved in the shooting. However, the public, at the same time, has the right to know which officer was involved in the incident. I am in no way leaning towards the public in knowing the officer’s name and race involved, but at the same time what can we do as a law enforcement community battle that? If the officer was shot in the line of duty, the public and media would be very quick to release the offender’s name and race, and probably even name the area he or she is from. With that argument I can see and understand why the public would want to know the officer’s name and race involved in shooting, but what does that really prove and what kind of conversation does that generate through the communities?
Policing the streets in our communities and towns is not as easy as some of the public may think, and don’t understand the split second decisions that we face nearly on a daily basis. It would appear though that police shootings in black neighborhoods are more reported and create an outrage higher than those that occur in another communities, unless that person was unjustly confronted and dealt with by law enforcement. While on the job I’ve been yelled at by other black Americans, when they are being dealt with by my fellow white officer, that I should understand what they are going through as a black man and actually request me to help them out of the situation they are in. When I don’t step in and block any punishment or restrain the white officer from talking to them, they actually get mad and start yelling at me as if I did them an injustice. That kind of mentality bothers me to a point and it helps me understand even more that the public doesn’t realize when most of us are in uniform, our race, religion and other opinions are put to the side.
Although I understand the frustration and emotions of the community in St. Louis County, Missouri reacting to this incident, creating mass disruption, rioting and vandalizing buildings and property does not make your point. If anything this seems to make things worse for you and your community and possibly make police thing carefully about how to patrol your neighborhood and how to deal with you on whole. I can definitely feel for the family of the slain teen, 18 year old Michael Brown, and that they want answers as to what happen, but any rush through this investigation will not bring out honest and truth of the events that occurred. This is sad for both the families of Michael Brown and the officer involved in the shooting, however, if the officer did shoot Michael Brown for other reasons, outside of the law and police policy, then this hang over the Ferguson Police Department for weeks, months and years to come.
For the people that are not aware of certain police tactics and training, when you are reaching or grabbing for an officer’s service weapon, we are trained to treat that as a deadly force situation. Many police officers each year are killed with their own service weapon, and to prevent or to minimize this situation from getting out of control we are trained in retaining our weapon as we fight for our lives. This whole situation is a sensitive issue and can be debated in numerous ways on both sides of the fence. In due time, hopefully, we will know the truth as to what happened and who is responsible for what occurred. Situations like this is why some police departments have cameras in their vehicles and on their persons, to help record the incidents that happen and to close the gap in holes that come with conflicting information.
(Author) D. Franklin
Brand new blog beginning August 15, 2014
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BLOGSODE & BLOG SERIES
One terminology that you will come across when reading some of my stories will be a term I created called “Blogsode”. If you are a person that watches television, no matter how much or how little, you are aware of every show being called an “episode”. Well, you can probably put this together now that a Blogsode is basically an episode in blog form. Along with this terminology I will also have a read rating posted with the story to let you know of what kind of content you will be reading. I have been reorganizing my blog for quite sometime and I hope that you enjoy the new way things are organized and posted. A Blogsode will have, not only a read rating, but a quick plot line statement of what you are about to read, date of the next Blogsode to be posted, and a description of what you can expect to read on the next scheduled post.
This form of posting is something I have done for years, but just now put a name to it. It has been described by others that it is like reading a movie script or an television script for an upcoming show. Digital Realm will be the first blog series to experiment the use of Blogsode, and of course, as things progress expect the form to change, but the three things I listed above will remain the same. A blog series is basically a series of blogsodes put together to make a series, just like a television show having a series. These two terminologies will go hand in hand and will more than likely be put together during a series, however, a blog series can stand alone without the form of a blogsode following or being placed anywhere within the series.
This past weekend, in upstate New York, my wife was admitted into the hospital for an esophagus and stomach pain that has kept her in agony for nearly three months. If you are married, or even have close feelings for a loved one, watching them in pain, day in and day out, is hard. Unfortunately, I am no stranger in seeing my wife in pain, but something like this, where you can’t relieve her of her issues, is paralyzing. Just last week her and I went to the same hospital for the exact same medical issue, and about four to five hours later they sent her home with no pain medicine and no diagnoses to ease our minds. Needless to say that didn’t help us get any closer to solving the mystery of what is causing her pain, which sometimes makes her double over. I knew that we would be back at that hospital within a week, which was only less than five days later.
This time, when we arrived at the hospital, the doctors listened to her, but the same E.R. doctor that saw her the prior week wanted to send her home once again. Although my wife’s primary gastroenterologist is on vacation, the doctor covering for him made a good decision to have her admitted to the hospital for a 24 hour evaluation. Again, unfortunately, it is not new for me to see her admitted to the hospital since her and I went through something similar three years ago exactly. During the summer of 2011, my wife was diagnosed with lupus, which is an autoimmune disease that attacks itself throughout the body. It affects everyone differently and thank God that the lupus virus she has doesn’t make her have pain in a way that keeps her inside and unable to operate as a human being.
It was her lupus diagnoses that made them, this time, consider admitting her to the hospital. The following afternoon she received a consultation from two doctors, who spoke to us and basically came up with a diagnoses to their best educated guess. It is a strong potential that she may have some type of esophagus disease, which would explain why every time she eats food, solid or soft, it causes her great pain on the number scale between 6-8. When she was sent home this time they gave her liquid pain medicine to drink before eating, but unfortunately it is only good for two days, and now we have to wait for our primary care doctor to write another prescription for to receive more. I am just happy this time it only took two E.R. visits, unlike three years ago it took nearly ten visits to the hospital, one day of work for me in those three months, to figure out she was suffering from lupus.
Three years ago, when we were inadvertently making friends in the medical community, we were living in Maryland. In our experience the doctors there, and some medical professionals, are lazy and only concerned about money they can make per patient. For most places around the country it is like that, so finding a doctor or a medical office that is suitable for your needs and listens is a great benefit for you. The humidity and lack, thereof, of good quality care was too much for my wife and causing her lupus to really flare up during the summer months. Since moving to upstate New York, where she is originally from and got a new job, her lupus and overall health care has been ten times better. I finally have a doctor that I can talk to and feel comfortable with in talking about my medical history and knowing that I am not just a number or money maker for the practice.
Since the weekend, my wife and I are now more confident about her getting the right care and right diagnoses. We now know where we stand right now and have to get her another endoscopy of her esophagus to confirm what she might’ve been suffering from for the last three months. I tell you, my wife can come up with the weirdest, wildest and strangest diagnosis, but thankfully none of them have been life-threatening, but I love her too death anyway. I ask that you pray for us and for her to have a quick recovery from this ailment, which from our understanding has no cure, but we can still manage it to where it won’t matter. She is such a tough woman that I would definitely go to bat with her and bring her to battle with me. Lets go wifey! :)