Barb Edler

  • Hello, Slice of Life Bloggers

    Since this is my first time engaging in the March blogging challenge, I wanted to introduce myself and explain a bit about me and my blog. First, Sitting Behind the Eight Ball is all about my life. I have always… Continue reading

  • Salute toT-shirts and a story

    Today’s prompt on Ethical ELA is to write a poem based on a t-shirt we own. The prompt invites writers to explore the message, the occasion or travel in which we received the shirt. As I thought about this prompt,… Continue reading

  • MSU, Guns, and Grief

    How can we help others grieving? When the world stops and everyone is moving on, a bitter root plants itself. The truth: life moves on. We will just ready ourselves for the next tragic shooting. Wondering who’s next. Wondering if… Continue reading

  • Boom: Sudden Change and Other Fears

    Years ago I had a encounter that I still question to this day. I often tell this tale in a humorous way, but the fear I experienced was nearly paralyzing. Today the news is full of another craft being shot… Continue reading

  • Daffodils and Mom

    Years and years ago my mother planted daffodils along one side of our house. Today as I passed the floral section at the grocery store, I spied a few potted plants of daffodils. I smelled their heavenly scent. It’s moments… Continue reading

  • Frustration

    OMG! I feel so frustrated just trying to create this blog site. It shouldn’t be this hard to move a photograph. I do not believe I’m that big of an idiot, but today I feel more than a little angry… Continue reading

  • Time: A Regrettable Moment or Two

    As time passes, I recognize how much things have changed and the moments that have significantly changed me. When I lost my son in 2018, I thought I was never going to survive. I still struggle even though I feel… Continue reading

  • Adventure awaits

    I too sat down, laying the spear between us, and tried to explain how I came to Pellucidar, and wherefrom, but it was as impossible for him to grasp or believe the strange tale I told him as I fear… Continue reading

    Adventure awaits
  • My coffee ritual

    I too sat down, laying the spear between us, and tried to explain how I came to Pellucidar, and wherefrom, but it was as impossible for him to grasp or believe the strange tale I told him as I fear… Continue reading

    My coffee ritual
  • Tropical paradise

    I too sat down, laying the spear between us, and tried to explain how I came to Pellucidar, and wherefrom, but it was as impossible for him to grasp or believe the strange tale I told him as I fear… Continue reading

    Tropical paradise