This post is about several different aspects of 19th century forensics: photography as evidence in court cases, fingerprinting, and comparing spent bullets with the striations of a gun barrel. via Forensic Science in the Latter Half of the 19th Century
Since my work in progress has murder in it, as well as other crimes, and since it takes place in the mid-to-late nineteenth century, I decided to do some research on forensic science in that era. It is important for the police, sheriff, and others involved to be able to solve the crime(s) with the … Continue reading Presumptive Tests
Do you ever feel that you are the lowest creature on earth? Do you feel that you are so unworthy of love that you push people away? Do you tell yourself that you are so bad even God can't love you? I have been there, felt that way. I understand. I used to feel that … Continue reading What Is Love?
Although I already have about 2 dozen books on the craft of writing and am really trying to keep the advice of all of them in my head, these sound like good additions too. So I'm reblogging in case some new writers out there are looking for some good help. Reblogged from https://theuncensoredwriter.wordpress.com
I received an email today with the following links. They cover everything from preparing for the imminent loss of a loved one, to dealing with cancer, loss of a pet, dealing with children's grief, to various stages and types of depression. https://www.neptunesociety.com/resources/preparing-for-the-death-of-a-terminally-ill-loved-one https://www.cancer.org/treatment/end-of-life-care/grief-and-loss/depression-and-complicated-grief.html https://www.vitas.com/resources/grief-and-bereavement/helping-grieving-children http://www.drugrehab.org/coping-stigma-grieving-overdose-death/ https://www.petcoach.co/article/grief-the-loss-of-a-pet/ http://www.lclark.edu/live/files/5969-grief-at-worka-guide-for-employees-and-managers
This is an interesting short story with a bit of poetry mixed in. Reblogged from https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com
I can remember my first sight of the estuary road. It’s a short length of cobbled road, the cobbles laid between timbers and the timbers held in place by great piles driven into the mud. There’s not much left of it nowadays, and the older shore-combers will tell you that they can remember when there was more. Perhaps another century or so will see its final disappearance.
Across the mud
The passing traffic
The route decided
Drew them seawards
Elucidation not provided.
I suppose that like everybody else who saw it occasionally I didn’t think much about it. After all, it was just there. But like everybody else, I’d never walked along it. Somehow you just didn’t.
Then I mentioned it in passing to Ranni Quelart and he asked for…
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