Mark Posey

Happy Saturday! It’s been three weeks since I’ve posted one of these. As I said in my last post, with Christmas and New Years on a Saturday this year, we all have a crap ton of things to do, so I’d pick it up again today. I hope everyone had a safe and happy holiday! […]

It’s been my personal tradition every Christmas season, for many years, to sit down at watch Leo Buscaglia’s Stories of Christmas Love and I did that last night. Back in the stone age, it used to air annually on PBS. I eventually bought the DVD from PBS as part of a set. (If you’re curious,

Yesterday at breakfast, my wife, Tracy, turned to me and said, “It’s December 10th. It’s been a year since Merry left us.” I had been thinking about that just a few days before but, in all the everydayness that we have around here, it slipped my mind. I immediately felt a twinge of guilt. How

Remember Art Linkletter? I sure do. I was having a wander through the internet this week and tripped over a little bit of trivia. Art Linkletter, probably best known for the creation of the television show Kids Say The Darndest Things, was born in Moose Jaw. (If you remember, I was talking about Moose Jaw

Isn’t it funny, some of the stupid memories we retain as we grow older? As I write this in early November, 2021, I’m 56 years old. While I couldn’t tell you, minute-by-minute, what happened yesterday, there are lots of snatches and moments that I can, of course, recall with clarity. After all, it was only

Back in my wrestling days, I toured all over Western Canada — our circuit ranged from as far west (and south) as Vancouver, as far east as Winnipeg, and as far north as Fort McMurray. We put on a lot of miles, probably close to 100,000 every year. And, of course, when you’re on the

One of the questions that every writers gets is, “Where do you get your ideas?” The best answer I’ve heard so far was from Robert Heinlein, who answered that he subscribed to the Schenectady Creative Writer’s Idea Club and once a month, they sent him ideas in the mail. Although, I suppose these days, that’d

It has been a crazy-busy week here. Now that we’re into October, in addition to all of the other stuff that we do — writing, editing, and etc. — we’ve added in planning for next year. We have some seriously cool stuff moving to the front burner next year — new series, sequels, serials, and

In the late summer of 1993, back when I was a single father, Jurassic Park was a huge sensation in the theaters. Because of all the CGI advances, some used for the very first time, it was all over the place. You couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting Jurassic Park. And my son, Matthew,

I have a pretty good memory. At least, I think I do. I suppose I’ll never know for sure since, if I’ve forgotten something, I wouldn’t actually be aware that I don’t remember it. But, other people have expressed surprise at the things that I remember. I remember the names of guys I used to

[Author’s note: The events in this post happened about ten years ago. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.] When I started doing these Saturday afternoon posts, it was because I wanted to have fun, maybe a laugh or two, and possibly build a connection with some of my readers. I

One Saturday morning about fifteen years ago, Tracy and I were sitting at the kitchen table having coffee. I don’t remember what we were talking about and, for the purposes of this tale, it doesn’t really matter. Suffice it to say — the house was quiet, all three kids were still asleep, and we were