Bob Bickford
@bobbickford7.bsky.social
Lover of time travel, wet streets, and 8. Author of “Dear Ghost” and 14 assorted novels, kahu of 2 Great Danes and 1 Kid. Usually tired and crabby. 🔵
In this time of monsters, when a couple of unhappy goblins are busy taking apart every single thing we depend on and the world is burning up a main bearing, maybe we better get used to speaking up for good, even if it's hard. You don't get to the sweet, Ghost, until you've walked through the bad.
March 4, 2025 at 4:41 AM
In this time of monsters, when a couple of unhappy goblins are busy taking apart every single thing we depend on and the world is burning up a main bearing, maybe we better get used to speaking up for good, even if it's hard. You don't get to the sweet, Ghost, until you've walked through the bad.
Even the worst storms end.
February 18, 2025 at 1:17 PM
Even the worst storms end.
So, someone is leaving the BC Lions on the Left Coast and coming to work the 2025 season in football operations for the hometown Ottawa Redblacks. Pro football is a very, very tough gig that would constantly hurt my feelings even if I understood all the Xs and Os, but the Kid don’t cry or quit.
January 31, 2025 at 11:23 PM
So, someone is leaving the BC Lions on the Left Coast and coming to work the 2025 season in football operations for the hometown Ottawa Redblacks. Pro football is a very, very tough gig that would constantly hurt my feelings even if I understood all the Xs and Os, but the Kid don’t cry or quit.
Danish Christmas is over.
January 10, 2025 at 2:50 PM
Danish Christmas is over.
December 8, 2024 at 1:12 PM
One new toy each, and the eldest gets to choose first. Corah chooses both. Dammit Holly is chasing an empty yogurt container around the kitchen. It seems unfair, but everyone is content, and I am wise enough to not question Danish customs and to accept peace.
#danishafternoon
#danishafternoon
December 3, 2024 at 10:42 PM
One new toy each, and the eldest gets to choose first. Corah chooses both. Dammit Holly is chasing an empty yogurt container around the kitchen. It seems unfair, but everyone is content, and I am wise enough to not question Danish customs and to accept peace.
#danishafternoon
#danishafternoon
The loneliness is never deeper than on near-winter evenings like this one, when the water gives off the smell of coming ice, and the wind promises me I will soon have snow. The trees watch and wait, watch and wait. They whisper, whisper, whisper:
Autumn is for ghosts.
Autumn is for ghosts.
November 25, 2024 at 10:46 AM
The loneliness is never deeper than on near-winter evenings like this one, when the water gives off the smell of coming ice, and the wind promises me I will soon have snow. The trees watch and wait, watch and wait. They whisper, whisper, whisper:
Autumn is for ghosts.
Autumn is for ghosts.
Never, ever touch the ground.
November 23, 2024 at 1:10 AM
Never, ever touch the ground.
“…the day becomes the night and the sky becomes the sea,
when the clock strikes heavy and there's no time for tea.
And in our darkest hour, before my final rhyme,
she will come back home to Wonderland and turn back the hands of time.”
( -Alice Through the Looking Glass)
when the clock strikes heavy and there's no time for tea.
And in our darkest hour, before my final rhyme,
she will come back home to Wonderland and turn back the hands of time.”
( -Alice Through the Looking Glass)
November 15, 2024 at 8:29 PM
“…the day becomes the night and the sky becomes the sea,
when the clock strikes heavy and there's no time for tea.
And in our darkest hour, before my final rhyme,
she will come back home to Wonderland and turn back the hands of time.”
( -Alice Through the Looking Glass)
when the clock strikes heavy and there's no time for tea.
And in our darkest hour, before my final rhyme,
she will come back home to Wonderland and turn back the hands of time.”
( -Alice Through the Looking Glass)
The wind smells like snow. Dammit Holly has never been in the white because she was too little to go outside last winter. She just knows she will love it and eat a lot of it.
(We thought the end of the world would be warmer.)
(We thought the end of the world would be warmer.)
November 13, 2024 at 11:16 PM
The wind smells like snow. Dammit Holly has never been in the white because she was too little to go outside last winter. She just knows she will love it and eat a lot of it.
(We thought the end of the world would be warmer.)
(We thought the end of the world would be warmer.)
In the end, we leave with Polaroids of baby steps and birthday parties and first kisses. Stay staunch and brave and good, but don’t let your soul get tinted. They could never understand the things that make you laugh and cry. Think about it. Don’t give them a nickels-worth of your heart.
November 12, 2024 at 10:39 PM
In the end, we leave with Polaroids of baby steps and birthday parties and first kisses. Stay staunch and brave and good, but don’t let your soul get tinted. They could never understand the things that make you laugh and cry. Think about it. Don’t give them a nickels-worth of your heart.