Dana Crandell
Bio
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
Achievements (15)
Stories (320)
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Passing On. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
“But what will I do without you, here?” Davie sniffed and wiped at his cheeks, but the tears kept coming. Edgar, “Ed” Collins, smiled at his grandson warmly from the pillow and squeezed his hand a bit tighter.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Fiction
Fire Lake
Not all the lessons we learn in life are profound. Occasionally, there's an obvious premise that we simply ignore or forget and Nature has to find a way to remind us. If we're lucky, we survive and get a good laugh out of it. This is the story of one of those reminders.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Humor
A Barbigerous Bastard. Content Warning.
barbigerous: bearded; bearing a beard My Connection: I worked for a decade in an environment where I wasn't allowed to have facial hair, because of the need to wear breathing apparatus when toxic gas was released. Traditionally, the men who left that environment grew beards in celebration. That's how mine originated. Today, I wear it for a very different reason.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Adventures in Brewing
Sometime in 2012, my lovely wife, Pam and I moved to the Redwood Coast of Northern California to help out my daughter and spend time with the grandkids. We made some wonderful memories there and became familiar with a few artisanal cultures. (If you ever want to visit a community full of artists and craftspersons, check out Arcata, California and its neighboring communities, Eureka and McKinleyvillle.)
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Proof
Acritochromacy
Here's a link to this fun challenge:" Here's my entry: Acritochromacy: color blindness My Connection: I have lived with two forms of this condition my entire life. I was born with the first, and it's only partial. I'm red/green color blind, which isn't exactly what people tend to think it is, at least in my case. I've adapted, and it works to my advantage in a weird way. The second type is the product of my early childhood, in a small, Arizona border town with a wonderful mix of skin colors. As children, it was the last thing that stood out about our friends, although we talked frankly to each other about it, as kids do. I'm fortunate and grateful to have learned that kind of color blindness.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
