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Gotta ban guns. Gotta ban knives. Gotta ban sticks. They all take lives. Gotta ban bats. Gotta ban rocks. Gotta ban lasers and tasers that shock.   Gotta ban pepper spray. Gotta ban stones. They go with the sticks and break all your bones. Gotta ban...
Dogs vs. Cats: A Fresh Take on an Age-Old Debate
by Ryn Gargulinski | May 31, 2018 | animals, pets, Blogski Archives, columns and editorial, life, writing
Are you a dog person or a cat person? Yes, you can be both. And yes, you can switch sides. I was a cat person growing up, until I discovered dogs in adulthood. A woman I met at the recent Valley Dogs Rescue fundraiser, Petsfly Founder Jeni Redmond, was just the...
by Ryn Gargulinski | Apr 12, 2018 | Blogski Archives, illustrations, life, life improvement tips, poetry, writing
NOTE: This poem is both a haiku and an emblem poem. It carries the overall message of get off your duff and take action. The universe isn’t going to do it all for you (no matter how much positive thinking you send streaming up to the stars). dig fun...
by Ryn Gargulinski | Feb 12, 2018 | Blogski Archives, gross stuff, health, life, poetry, writing
Sometimes when chopping apples I am stopped by thoughts of mary   who was drunk when her wayward electric knife carved her forearm instead of the ham   the doctors said permanent damage from ligaments sliced straight to bone   the next day she changed...
May I Brag about My Brother?
by Ryn Gargulinski | Dec 7, 2017 | Blogski Archives, column, columns and editorial, health, life, writing
My brother won an award, and I feel like bragging about it. This is a big deal. The award is a big deal, sure. It consists of recognition for teamwork – and a designated parking space – at the hospital where he works. But the biggest deal about the deal is that I’m...
SEASHELLS BY THE TURBULENT SHORE (rynski poetry)
by Ryn Gargulinski | Sep 18, 2017 | Blogski Archives, danger, gross stuff, life, poetry, writing
Stacy Blair was groovy and keen and the coolest kid on the block.   If she was your friend, your life had meaning. If not, you may as well die.   One day she gave me a drawing she had carefully colored herself.   I cherished the thing, hung it on my...