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Goodnight... Pulling all-nighters are always fun - until they aren't. Is it too late to start a Dirge D.A.R.E program?

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Six Flags America is no more, closing this past week. The reaction has been.. interesting? The park wasn't something that blew you away but had its fans and the boys discuss the fun of.. everything about what this means. That, other news, a quick draft, other BS and more in this episode!

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 29 Barbie Lynn s Genetics In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.   Nymphomania, while enticing to consider, is still utter madness when experienced. "Why Mr. Zane, my Barbie Lynn has told us so many wonderful things about you," she sounded so sugary that the honeyed words flowed off her tongue in a manner that was barely coherent. Also, her eyes flickered to the shower where I'd nailed Barbie Lynn repeatedly for forty minutes not all that long ago. Next to me Thomas grunted something that sounded like 'hello'. "I'm sure she's exaggerated to my betterment," I pulled that banter out of my tush, my brain was suffering catastrophic blood loss. "I can't wait to live in this dorm next year," Laramie came across with a nearly a molasses like drawl as well. "Zane, will you let me use this room next year?" "Dude! This is your room?" Jefferson perked up. "Mom, I have to come here next year!" "Um, yes Laramie, I'm going to hold this room open to every girl, and perhaps guy, in the dorm. I don't need much space," I said, "so keep out of the way of housekeeping and we are good. Also, you are immune from Handmaiden's Duty while here." "Oh, I was thinking about the game stations, satellite dishes and cable hook-ups," Jefferson added. Jefferson Davis, that name rang a bell. "Come on now Honey, a man can't go to a women's," Savannah let that sentence die unfinished. For me, it was keep the lone male status quo; or to get a good night's sleep'. "Mrs. Masters, I offer a thin hope for your son; if your daughter could line up some upstanding seniors and juniors, he might slip in under the Zane Exception to the enrollment policy," I told her. "You'd do that for Jeff?" Savannah took off her sunglasses and bit one of its arms. "Ma'am, I'd wrestle an alligator blindfolded for your daughter. I would certainly put in a good word for her brother," I smiled. I had no idea how tough alligators could be but I knew about crocodiles and those were some mean mothers in their own right. Still, faced with alligator wrestling or no anal-sex with Barbie Lynn, I was getting a belt, handbag and new shoes, damn it. The odds of getting Jeff in were long, Victoria barely suffered Heaven being around, and it would take an act of the Southern Baptist Convention to bring in a male to replace me when I was gone. "It would give your Father another option for Jefferson if you could do this Barbie Lynn," Savannah politely replied. "That would be great," the kid rejoiced. Yes, he was a fully functioning teenage male. "Zane can move mountains when he sets his mind to it," Barbie Lynn winked at me. Thomas saw it but was caught off-guard. "Let me show you my bedroom," Barbie offered her kin. They turned and the women sashayed away while Jeff had an almost run-in with Raven and 'company'. Each woman shot a look over their shoulder and smiled at me at some point along their journey which boded trouble. "I apologize, Zane," Thomas mumbled. "I thought, deep down, you were weak for submitting to your lusts. Now, I don't, I don't think that anymore." "Don't sweat it," I smiled. "It is only another day for me ending in y." "And don't you be forgetting about me, and how tough it has been resisting Zane," Vivian warned the man she was hoping to marry. "A wife should obey her husband," he started, "and a husband should know when to shut up." Lunch and what comes after I dropped Ms. Reveal's lunch off with just enough sassiness to make her smile and believe that our bad episode was behind us. She sent me to the Vice Chancellor's office a minute later, and while Doctor Victoria Scarlett was conversing over the phone, I felt comfortable to set her meal up in front of her and mine across her desk. Victoria only had this canned ice tea in her mini-frig so I swiped two and set one before her and opened mine. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, it was pretending to be Southern Ice Tea and I pretended to like it. The best thing I could say about it was it was cold. This was our fourth "working" lunch where she would insidiously fill my head with her philosophy and I'd causally remind her that women ran this government, not me; I was a figurehead. "What are you doing for New Year's Eve?" she inquired as she daintily cleaned off some crouton crumbs on her cheek. Her look was very intense. I wasn't getting 'quite' sexual signs from her but something, somehow this was personal. That could only mean one thing. "I'm spending it with Ms. Rio Talen but no set location has been chosen," I replied. "Oh," she paused then, "There is a Science Fiction convention in Seattle that runs from December 29th to through the 1st. My friends and I are attending and Hical asked about you." "Deal but we have to fit Rio in," I agreed. "I can send some Universe, TV and movie series and well as costuming information for her to look over," Victoria agreed tentatively. "No need, she's a Klingon, a small craft captain whose Father betrayed the Empire and whose survival is a stain on her honor," I told her. "With that barely constrained fury, she's a natural. You teach her how to use that bat-a-rang and," "Batleth," Victoria interjected. "Wicked-curved-bladey thing," I continued, "and you'll see. Oh, I'll need an Orion Slave Girl outfit and some green body paint for Mercy and all of her stuff by October 30th, cost is not an object." "I'll call my outfitter when you leave and I must say you are taking this rather well," Doctor Scarlet noted. "Why? I had a blast in your office that time," I admitted. "As long as I'm not crawling in, screaming fur-balls, I'm okay. I'll be a human Starfleet Doctor Xeno-biologist who has done surgery on multiple species. A "Doctors Without Borders" kind of guy. I'll get Cordelia to build me an actual tricorder, trust me." We ate, she asked for my sizes, I gave her Rio's and Mercy's sizes; at the Con we were all 'Next Gen' except Mercy who would be Old School for Halloween. She offered me a chance to be a Borg but since they all looked to be in desperate need of a sun tan, I declined. All in all, it barely took twenty minutes. "You did a very good job as Mediator this morning," the Vice Chancellor added as I made to leave. "It is not so rough," I grinned. "WWKSD?" "Wha, oh," she smiled warmly. "What would King Solomon do, clever." "Hell, the Bible has a whole book called Judges. This shit ain't so hard," I laughed as I breezed out the door. Ms. Reveal was waiting, as was Heaven. Heaven had to exert some will to not kiss me on the spot. Christina had lectured us on P D A, public displays of affection, during Homecoming. The more people who knew about us, the more the outcry and the stronger Chancellor's radical decision to keep Heaven on as part as the student body, would be challenged. As it was, our hands would casually brush one another until we got inside my dorm where I chased Heaven up the stairs, pinching her ass every time I caught up. After entering my code, I gauged Heaven's mood deciding we needed some quiet time; there would be too much traffic over most of the floor, and Heaven being too vocal, to get away with sex; and cuddling would be fine anyway. I caught sight of Rio with one of my Marksmanship team mates, Genesis. "Hey Zane," Genesis stood up. She was a weird one, going from borderline contempt to grudging respect over the last two weeks. If I didn't know the impossibilities, I'd think she had a boyfriend. "Hope wants everyone at the Amory for an equipment check at seven. We leave at 8:15." Heaven held my hand tightly. "Boudoir occopodo," Rio snickered as Genesis made her exit. Heaven's grip nearly crushed my hand, ouch. "Babe," I whispered to Heaven, "let me check this out." I disentangled myself and went for the wall of screens that separated my bedroom area from the rest of the floor. "Get some popcorn and get ready to sit a spell," Rio joked to Heaven who grumbled. I went around to see who, or whom, were using my room. Inside was not what I expected. Savannah Belafonte Masters had taken off her top (which was peach) and was rummaging with growing frustration through Barbie Lynn's bra drawer. I saw some grape juice splashed on her beige skirt. She saw me, pulled up her shirt to cover her bra-covered assets while looking a bit fearful and upset. "What are you doing in here?" she asked softly. "It is my bedroom," I replied. "What are you doing in my bedroom?" "But, but Barbie Lynn's stuff is in here," she gasped. "That would because it is her room too, we sleep together," I answered. That slowed her up for a second. "Can I help you with something?" "I, I, I spilled juice on my shirt," she began. "And your skirt," I pointed out." "Oh no," she choked back a sob. "What am I going to do? I'm a mess and none of Barbie Lynn's bras, shirts, or skirts are going to fit me." I mused over that for a second. "I've stashed some bra extensions around here somewhere and that should allow for the difference is sizes between you and Barbie," I said. "Now give me your skirt and I'll find a replacement." She hesitated so I added. "I'm not going to molest one of my best friends' mom, Savannah. Give me your skirt and I'll take care of everything." This time she did it, though I had to turn my back. I padded back out to Rio and Heaven who had just returned with the popcorn. "Rio, Heaven, I need you to break into Chancellor Bazz' residence and steal a skirt like this," I offered up Savannah's. "Hell yeah," Rio exulted. "Time for a little Breaking  Entry." "Oh, what the fuck," Heaven shrugged. "Count me in." She gave me a quick kiss and the two miscreants headed out on their nefarious mission. I went back to the bedroom and stumbled into Savannah, now with her bra off, eyeing two of Barbie Lynn's double barreled slingshots. Our eyes locked. "Right," I spun away. "Bra extensions." "Zane, do you think I'm attractive?" Barbie Lynn's Mom asked. When women say that, they can mean three things;          the truth,          the lure, or          the lie. Some women want to know if you find them attractive. Others want you to find them attractive for nefarious means. Lastly, a few woman want to be reminded that they are beautiful. Savannah was the latter. "If you are asking me if you are as good looking as Barbie Lynn, Mrs. Masters, I'll have to say no but that's because you are a lady who is fully a woman and Barbie Lynn is still leaving some of the girl behind. There is no comparison. You are both hot," I affirmed. "I don't know," she sighed. "It is with my husband, then seeing you and Barbie Lynn, in the shower, What's wrong with you and your husband, if I may intrude?" I asked. "He had an accident at work, one of his factories, and he hasn't been the same," she sniffed. "Do you love him?" I questioned. "Honestly." "Yes, yes I do," she sighed. "But he's just not there." "Do me a favor; come over and sit next to me and I promise to be as well behaved as a Montana Miner (hey, it is where my family comes from)," I said as I sat at the foot of the bed. Savannah very, very reluctantly came over and sat at my bed, but I said nothing. "Yes?" she broke down and inquired finally. "I want you to laugh," I related to her softly. "Laugh, laugh like you do with small kids." "But, I'm not sure," she began then I poked her in the ribs. "What?" So I tickled her under her arms. Savannah covered her breasts by mistake so I got some finger in and began making her giggle and squirm. "Stop it," she gasped for breath, so I rolled onto my side and tickled her other underarm until she finally flailed in surrender. "See Savannah, I'm not the bad guy," I grinned. "I'm not seducing you because I think you love Barbie Lynn's Dad and you simple need to worry a little bit less, and love yourself a little bit more." "How do I do that?" she panted. "I want you to try on some of Barbie Lynn's new clothes and see what you like, and what your husband might like," I suggested. "I'm not asking you to dress like a teenager; but not every day is Sunday school either." Oh God, I was talking clothes therapy to someone's Mother. "But," she stammered. "There is a screen right over there," I pointed out, "that you can change behind and the armoire over here has a mirror." "But I'll be parading around here, in my bra and panties," she worried. "Well, that's a bonus for me," I shrugged, "but a lady with a body like yours should be wearing bikini's with less material. Look at it that way." "Well, don't ogle, alright?" "Sure," I lied. What was I going to say? 'I'll pluck out my eyes?' After several tentative steps walking to the dresser and looking over her shoulder at me with real worry that I might find her either too attractive or not attractive enough, I gave up. I covered my eyes because they gravitated toward her backside like a plant seeking the sun. A minute later she finally spoke up. "I can't find anything that I think will fit," she said in desperation. I had the answer to that; I went up and picked out the clothes Barbie Lynn wore to the concert a few weeks back. "I can't wear this," she gasped in fright. "Barbie Lynn wore this to a social function," I assured her. "It is perfectly fine and you aren't going to leave here in it, only try it on." You see, the beauty of this pants/halter top combination was the lacing. I knew it would fit her, but she'd be showing a bit more flesh than Barbie had. She looked mortified when she stepped from behind the screens, and a little better when she saw herself in the mirror. I withheld my comment until she looked at me. "I'm dressed like a hussy," she stated sadly. "No; a hussy dresses like that when she goes to the supermarket. A wife wears that around the house to remind her husband he's a man and that she's his woman," Caveman mentality. Savanna gave her reflection a second, longer glance. This time she took in the sides, and dare I say, her ass. All her curves were smoothed out and pulled tight by the leather. "My ass looks younger," I caught her whispering to herself. "My Boobs appear like they are about to bust free," she addressed me once more. "Yes Ma'am!  Yes ma'am, they do," I smirked. "That is the whole purpose of the design of the shirt but I assure you, Barbie Lynn hasn't had one escape yet." "Oh, that's nice," she went back to looking at herself in the mirror. "Now there are some nice shirts in there, as well as some, short, skirts," I directed Savannah. She came out in the first shirt, trying to make the buttons hook but they wouldn't. I came off the bed and helped her. That is, I left most of them unbuttoned. "But they, my husband can see my bra," she worried. "Mrs. Savannah, that would be the point," I nodded. "Let him get a peek of the bra." We both heard the quiet footfalls and it couldn't be Heaven and Rio back so soon. Savannah froze and I reclined passively on the bed. "Mom, Zane?" Barbie Lynn gazed back and forth. "Baby Child," Savannah blathered. "Wow Mom," Barbie clasped her hands in approval. "The golden shirt with the plum bra is a wonderful combination for you." See, I trusted Barbie Lynn more than her Mother did. "I was trying on some clothes and, um, Zane was helping me," Savannah gulped. "Oh Mom, don't worry about it," Barbie hugged her mother, "Zane sees eight girls getting dressed every morning. He's used to it." "Oh, she trailed off. "So he's safe?" "I'd never say that," Barbie Lynn glanced back my way and licked her lips. "But he's a good friend and I think that's more important. Let's try on this next; the black leather will look good with the knee boots." It continued like this for a while. Rio and Heaven slinked back in with the now rather redundant set of conservative attire. We retreated to the head of the bead with Heaven snuggling next to me and Rio right beside her. Heaven and I shared a pillow, on our laps. "Do you think they have any idea that we're all bi-sexual," Heaven whispered as Barbie Lynn was prying Savannah into a red bustier. "Momma Mia," Rio hissed. "Those are some mounds. Big fluffy mounds." "Seriously," Heaven nudged us both, "I'm going to need a blowjob if this goes on much longer." I moved my hand behind Heaven, worked it up her skirt and up against her panties until I was giving her bunghole quite a workout. "Fine," Heaven ground out. "You can fuck me but I'm coming all over the sheets damn it." "What was that?" Savannah called out. "Do you think this is too much?" "Oh no Mrs. Masters," Heaven gulped. "If I wasn't totally into guys I would think you look, delicious." "Why thank you Ms. Vickers," Savannah smiled. "And if I wasn't totally into guys I'd have you chained to this bed and be ripping your clothes off right now," Rio added gleefully. "Oh, huh, thank you?" Savanna responded more cautiously. When Barbie Lynn, now totally torturing us, convinced her mother to wear a thong and a short skirt something had to be done. I reclined sidewise on the bed while Heaven built a pillow fort behind me and Rio dove under the covers to suck my feisty transvestite off. It was a half-assed endeavor and a minor miracle that nothing went wrong. Finally Heaven yanked my shoulder back and took a big bite out of it. I could hear Rio slurping up Heaven's cum and prayed the others couldn't. Is everything okay?" Barbie Lynn called out. "Heaven's got a muscle cramp but we are working it out," I fibbed. Second later, Rio's tussled head reappeared and she punched Heaven in the ribs. "Shit Bitch," Rio scooped up some errant semen with her finger, "Have you been holding that up all week long. You nearly choked me." "Why don't you come by every morning and we can work out an installment plan?" Heaven shot back quietly. Regrettably, Savannah noticed our, acquisitions and reluctantly put them on but I caught sight of her running her hand over some of the racier things left lying around before she and Barbie Lynn left. I had barely gotten outside with Heaven and Rio, to see if I was needed, when a squeal manifested right behind my ear and a body slammed into me, bowling me over. Paige "Lover!" Paige greeted me. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend Zane." Now, I was on my back, on the floor with Paige in my arms and with her skirt flapping far, far too up her ass when darkness descended on my world. It took me a moment to realize that the two Joten (Norse giants), standing behind the sofa were her parents, they were freaking huge! Her Dad alone looked like he played two simultaneous positions on an NFL team. Paige's Mother was dainty, only in comparison to her husband. Not that she's fat, oh no, this woman was simply big boned and brawny. I had to ask myself: what happened genetically? "Zane, I want you to meet my parents," Paige studied my face. "Sure," my smile wasn't too forced, "but you have to remember to give me a kiss for luck, for tomorrow's match." We rose up and my arm easily wrapped around Paige's waist. Mom and Dad seemed guarded and wary. "What game do you have tomorrow?" the Dad, Roger; finally asked. "Marksmanship Sir. I'm the spotter to the team captain, Hope Song," I smiled. "I'm Zane Braxton, by the way." I can do this. I mean, how many other girls here think they have their hooks in me? "We have the impression that you and our daughter are, romantically involved," her Mom asked me. It was the way she stated it in disbelief that astounded me and pissed me off, as if a big healthy strapping guy like me would choose their 'flawed' daughter. "Paige is an upperclassmen so mainly we hook up for the hours of hot sex," I pulled her close. "Come here, you," I turned and looked down at Paige she pushed up and kissed me deeply. "What are you doing with my daughter?" Roger rumbled. "I'm kissing my lady," I smiled at him, "What does it look like I'm doing Sir?" "I don't know what you think you are going to get out of this," he snarled. "Paige," I addressed the sultry albino who was all but humping my leg at this point, "what do I get out of your relationship?" "Hot steamy White Russian sex," she purred in a Russian accent. Yes, this side of 'poor pitiful Paige' was new to her parents. "But our daughter can't," the Mom stumbled verbally. "Oh yeah, and I'm taking Paige with me on a cross country motorcycle trip this summer," I kept grinning. "I hope you don't mind, she's our computer tech and back-up bar bouncer." Maybe the bar-bouncer bit was too much. "She'll get hurt," Roger sputtered. "Ah, I bleed more than she does and there will be a dozen of us; so if she kicks someone's ass and ends up in jail we'll be able to bail her out," I kissed Paige's forehead. "Baby, Paige," Roger muttered softly. "How about we talk about this?" "Sure thing, Daddy," Paige agreed. "Zane, I'll catch up with you before you head out for the tournament." I swatted her ass, in full view of her parents, which Paige loved. She sauntered off like a woman victorious. "You are such an idiot," Rio snickered in my ear. "That girl is a nut-bag and you are feeding her dynamite." "Speaking of feeding someone some dynamite," Heaven took my hand. "No one seems to need me at the moment," I squeezed her hand back. "Let's run for it!" and we raced for the bedroom like lovers possessed. Heaven I lay between Heaven's legs, her thighs arching up against my own. She wiggled her hips against me and her cock against stomach. I bit down at her nose but she laughed and turned her face away so I nipped her proffered neck instead. "Oh," she gasped. To show me how much she liked it, she rotated her hips, rubbing my cock around inside her. "My Honey likes?" I teased. "You know I do you bastard," she panted. "Nice, slow and hard." I withdrew my cock and then eased it back into her depths. Heaven hisses out her pleasure and with her hands on my shoulders she pulls me in tight. "God, I love you," she whispered to me. "I love the woman grinding up against me too, Heaven," I smiled to her. She hiccupped in passion then began thrusting harder up against me until I could feel her ready to erupt. I took hold of her shoulders and begun pounding her in sympathetic penetrations. "God Damn!" she seethed into my collarbone. Dampness flushed up my stomach and onto my chest to the very edge of my neck. Face to face sex really appealed to Heaven and she was really shooting off hard because of it. I slowed down; I hadn't ejaculated yet but I didn't want to wear her down while I worked up to it. "Oh no you don't," Heaven gasped. "I, I know what you want," she giggled weakly. Heaven struggled against my hold. "You don't have to," I said softly. "I want to you dummy," she kissed me. "Now let go and I'll roll over." "No, let me," I related before I leaned in for a French Kiss full of need. She gave one more surge of defiance then relaxed. Then I shifted my arm down until I reached the back of her left knee. I pushed it up until she passed my hip. Heaven was glowing with anticipation. I was folding her up and then I was going to pound her thoroughly and fully. Heaven brought up her right leg all on her own but the real gift was the way she arched her back in ecstasy when I bottomed out in her with all the muscle power I could muster. We held eye contact as I drove into her time and time again. A tear escaped her eye and scarred her cheek. "Babe?" I worried and slowed down. "I'm happy Zane," she breathed deeply. "Happy." I resumed my energy and the very essence she was lending me set me off by surprise. "Oh God," I gasped and gave her my seed. Heaven bit her lower lip as I sizzled up her rectum with my hot semen. A smile must have etched my features because Heaven became quizzical. "What are you thinking about, Lover?" she asked softly. "I think I've had the best homecoming ever," I answered. It took her a second to get it. "You can keep coming home as often as you want," Heaven licked her lips and bucked her luscious ass against my still rigid rod. Brandi Hand in hand, Heaven and I had barely exited my bedroom when Brandi came rushing up with a girl in hand. "Hey!" she beamed. "This is my sister, March; and she's coming here next year. I wanted her to meet you, Zane." How bad could this be? I squeezed Heaven's hand. "Hello March, this is Heaven Vickers, my girlfriend," I shook March's hand with my free limb. "Hey Zane," March said shyly then, "Brandi says you do things, with lots of girls here?" "See how Heaven is smiling," Brandi whispered to her sister like some conspirator. "He makes me smile just like she is." Well, I had to think, not exactly like I do with you. "Brandi, what did you tell her?" Heaven intervened. "I told her," the two giggled, "that he's magic with his fingers and tongue; and he'll do all the things, to her." "You pimped Zane out?" Heaven snickered. "It, it isn't like that," Brandi back-pedaled. "I sent her a link to his website and told her to hide it from Mom and Dad." "And Brandi says we can have sex here with you, and God won't hold it against us," March piped up. I had to go 'What the Hell?' I give out dispensations from God? He really ought to tell me these things. "I wouldn't go that far," I got out. "Oh, being with Zane is a spiritual experience," Heaven snickered. "Ten minutes ago I swear I was seeing Angels." I wanted to stomp on her toes because March seemed to be buying it. "Are you a virgin?" March whispered to Heaven. "I swear on the Bible that Zane's never penetrated my cunt," Heaven raised up her hand to God. "Did he, you know, the other way?" Brandi leaned in expectantly. "Until I cried tears of joy," Heaven teased her right back. I really wanted to stomp on Heaven's foot. "What other way?" March joined the conversation. "You know, like Barbie Lynn," Brandi giggled to her sister. Oh fuck. "Didn't it hurt?" March sounded concerned. "Oh no," Heaven stroked March's arm. "He's slow and gentle." "Okay; fun conversation!" I declared. "I see someone who wants to kill me. March, you are a beautiful young lady with an exceptional sister and I'll see you next year." I stormed deeper into my apartment only to hear. "Look at that ass go," Heaven sighed. "Yeah," Brandi murmured. "Those pants are so tight. They are hot! Cappadocia Rio was getting downright mopey when we headed for dinner. As we were going in, I spotted Cappadocia and what had to be her little brother, mother and father. I wasn't sure if she wanted to have me meet the folks so I tried to quietly move passed. "Zane," she turned and called out. I deviated my path and went over. Rio tagged along. "Hello Cappadocia, Mr. and Mrs. Davis and, um, young man," I greeted them. "Tobias," the young guy offered his hand and I shook it. "This is my good friend Rio Talon," I brought her forward. Mr. Davis stepped up and shook my hand next. His grip was stronger than needed in that alpha male style. "It is good to meet you Mr. Braxton. My little girl says you are a promising candidate on the new to the first squad," he grinned smugly. "Well, Cappy would know, she's Team Captain and I'm sure she'll be Captain next year when she'll get to decide if I stay on First Team," I tried to be nice. "So does it feel bad to be beaten up by girls?" he joked. "Well, if I ever get beaten up by a girl I'll let you know," I gave him my best steely grin. "Here I get beaten up by women, really tough women." That brought the big guy up short. "Oh well, my daughters a real fighter alright," he stammered. "I believe you, she's knocked me unconscious once, in a practice session. She laid me out cold for about a minute," I enlightened him. "Zane knocked Coach Gorman down Father," Cappy came to my defense, "and took down three men who threatened some girls once." "You girls shouldn't be leaving campus," her mother chimed in. "Mother, we go out in groups and we are just fine," Cappy insisted. "Are you responsible for this new attitude?" the Dad asked. "Sir, I'm one freshmen in a school of 900 women," I shrugged. "The fearlessness was here before I ever arrived. It will be here long after I'm gone. I belief the unofficial motto for the Karate program is 'I kick ass for the Lord'," I sort of lied. Cappy said it and she smiled slightly the hear me repeat it. "Yes," he muttered, "we want our girls to be strong in their faith for the Lord. It is good to see Cappadocia having a vibrant faith." "Oh, I've seen Cappadocia vibrant," I smirked her way. She restrained herself from hauling me off and punching me because our act of vibrancy had everything to do with sex and nothing that she wanted to tell her parents. Her dad missed it, her young brother wasn't even paying attention but her mother caught our undercurrent. A smirk creased her face as she looked the two of us over. "Cappy dear, you to practice safety when you spar, don't you?" she cautioned her daughter. "Yes Momma," Cappy gave a sly smile of her own, "I'm always careful, even when I have Zane down on the mat." "As long as you keep control of the situation," the Mother nodded. "You keep winning Girl," the Dad rejoined the conversation, "because you have one more year of playing around then you need to find a job and let God give you a husband." Cappy didn't flinch but I knew how hard she struggled for the team and having it disregarded by someone who meant so much to her. "Maybe Cappadocia can either compete on a National level or train students when she goes home," I offered. "She's real hardcore," Rio added. "No one trains as hard as she does and the other girls know it. Hell, when I first met her I thought she was some Inner City Gangsta Chick, she was such a bad ass." There was my girl Rio, the Conversation Killer. Sure, Cappy was African-American but that never came up with us. As I recalled, she came from a moderately-sized town outside Atlanta Georgia. "What?" the father darkened. "Rio," I tried to pull her away. "No," Rio growled. "Listen buddy," she poked the man in the chest. "Your daughter is an athlete and a damn fine one. If she was a he and in football you'd want him to try for the NFL so why are you treating your daughter any different?" "I don't think you know what you are saying young lady," Cappy's father stated angrily. "Maybe I should have a word or two with your father." "My father is a self-righteous self-serving asshole," Rio began before I started dragging her away, "and he knows I'd kick his ass if he treated me this way!" she finished screaming at him. "Whoa Rio," I calmed her. "The truth is only going to rub that situation raw." "Cappy deserves more than that," Rio spat. "Face it, you are channeling some Mercy into this Bro," I said. "She'll be okay and back in your arms come Sunday. Cappy is tougher than her father knows." "You hope so!" she groused. "I swear, with some of these bitches, they are perfect bright and confident then you roll a man around and out go the lights, nobody's home." "Then we'll have to find a way to set them on fire so the light never goes out," I suggested. "Face it, you are the schools premier pyromaniac." "That I am," Rio grumbled. "I'll find a way to burn this shit up." Opal "Hey you two," Opal greeted Rio and I as we started eating diner. "What's wrong, Rio?" "Plotting the end of male domination of the Western World," Rio grinned wickedly. "Is there something I need to know," Opal looked from one of us to the other as she sat at my side. "Are we mounting a rescue mission for Mercy?" "Mercy?" Rio said suspiciously. "Sure," Opal sampled her fare, "give the word and I'll get six or seven girls together for a run at her family if you need it." Rio stared at her for a second. "Why would you?" Rio asked suspiciously. "A lot of us like her since she came over to our side," Opal grinned, "and she keeps you in line, most of the time." "Just to keep things straight," Rio sneered. "I keep her in line damn it." "Oh please," Opal rolled her eyes, "one little whimper and a look from those soulful eyes and off to the bedroom you two go." "Gurrr, as long as everyone knows that she's mine," Rio was now embarrassed. "And that's why we would come to help you, Rio," Opal gobbled a quick bite. I tried not to laugh. "Zane," Rio pointed her fork at me, "if you are trying to tell me I have friends, I'll bleed you like a little bitch." "Who me?" I grinned. "Perish the thought that anyone likes you or considers you 'user-friendly'." "I'm the soul of friendliness, fuck you," she snipped then smirked at me. "Opal, Rio met Cappy's dad and that didn't go well," I enlightened my shower buddy. "What went wrong?" Opal sighed. With Rio, you never knew. "It is the whole bullshit of get your degree, go home, get married and start pumping out babies because that's some twisted vision of God's will," Rio stated angrily. "Most of the girls here are like that Rio," Opal responded. "Now hold on, they want to get married but we can certainly help them find the right guy and not some bum foisted on them by their families." "Opal, that's positively human of you," Rio wondered. "I was the bad girl before you two arrived," Opal snickered. "I wasn't in your league but I had radical thoughts." "The first day in the shower showed me as much," I confessed. "Well, that first body wash confirmed you weren't a girl," Opal bumped my hip with hers. "With Rio, well, it took us a while to figure out she wasn't a guy with a really small cock." Rio reached across me and smacked Opal. "My desire to be in the driver's seat doesn't make me a guy," Rio griped. "You are only the second person on this campus to have a girlfriend Rio," Opal rubbed her shoulder. "Give us a chance to adjust." "Adjust? I'm hoping for some conversions," Rio quipped. "Okay then, what are you doing tonight? Brigit and I are at loose ends," Opal offered. Rio stopped eating and looked over at Opal. "Sure, but the first one to suggest a pillow fight or that we paint our nails gets an attitude adjustment," Rio demanded. "I can hear Brigit's quim quivering already," Opal leered. "It's a date." Raven, and Paige again We had packed the last of our firearms away in the van modified to be a secure courier when the families in attendance and some of the other students gather around the bus. I spotted Raven hanging back with an older woman who was a bit heavier than she was. I walked over to make sure she was okay. "Hey Raven," I slipped past her guard and gave her a hug. She tensed up and muttered something. "What?" I wondered. "This is my mother, Carol," Raven said softly. She kept looking down at the ground. "It is nice to meet you Mr. Braxton," Carol greeted me. She seemed to be studying me intently as if she was expecting something from me. "It is nice to meet you to Ma'am," I grinned. "Raven is a really good friend to me and I couldn't be doing as well in English without her." "Do you and my daughter have a close relationship?" she pried. I could feel Raven start to fold up next to me in embarrassment. "I don't know what you mean?" I inquired. "Mom, we are just friends," Raven said sadly. Oh, now I thought I understood. "Mrs., Raven's Mom, Carol, please understand that being the only male in such a large female student body, several girls put all kinds of pressures on me," I began. "Your daughter is unique in that she treats me like a student first and that she truly helps me get by. If I couldn't touch base with her from time to time I might go nuts." "Oh," the Mom sounded somewhat disappointed. "Raven, how many girls have you helped me get away from?" I tried a different angle. "I, Paige, oh God Paige," Raven rumbled then, "and Barbie Lynn, and Rio and that girl Iona." "You really do help him with other girls?" Carol sounded surprised. "Yes Mom," Raven perked up. "Girls are always swarming around Zane, they won't let him study unless I'm around." Not totally the truth but hey. "I hope you understand that my daughter thinks a great deal of you," Carol drilled me with her over-productive Momma eyes. "The feeling is mutual," I nodded. The bus's horn beeped, it was time for us to board. "Raven, give me a kiss for luck at the meet?" Raven looked shocked but reached up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek. I reciprocated the gesture and turned to leave. I had made it half way when I got blindsided and staggered. Several kisses smothered my face. "Hey Lover," Paige panted. "Good luck shooting shit and taking names." "I'm a spotter Paige. I don't actually shoot things," I clarified. "Good," she purred then stroked my cock. "Save more of that for me." "Who is that?" I heard Carol ask her daughter. "That's Paige," Raven growled with menace. Yeah, lots of love there. "Zane," Hope said evenly. We were ready to go. I gave Paige one more kiss and a squeeze on her ass then slipped passed Hope and got on the bus. Hope got on after me and Gorman started up the bus. "Well, that's not a send-off I'm used to," Genesis chuckled over Paige and I. "If it breaks his concentration, it won't be the only thing I'm sending off," Hope informed the bus to even more chuckles. Hell, it's a gun club; a bit of bloodthirstiness was to be expected. Working Past Homecoming. As Rio and I pulled into the driveway of my house, I noted both the progress Aunt Jill's contractors were making on the extension being built to shelter the motorcycles that were now hanging out at the place and their number. I also saw a bike that I didn't recognize with a brazen gang emblem on the saddle bags, Stormrider's, not Valarie's. Rio was still sulking over Mercy being with her parents. It was Saturday night so she had less than a day to go before Homecoming ended and Fall Break began. The hope was that Mercy could convince her parents she was required to stay on campus for the week school was out. Considering what her family patriarch thought of women's opinions, we didn't think she had a prayer. "A lot of bikes," Rio noted. "I don't care what Jill says, I'm grabbing a few beers." "Don't run around the front yard naked or swing from the rafters and we'll do fine," I joked. I wasn't going to fight Rio on this, I was preparing for a hung-over Rio at Church in the morning. We heard laughter as we stepped onto the porch. I swung the door open and announced us. "Jill, it's me and Rio," I said. The laughter died down and I heard footsteps coming my way. Jill and I met at the entry to the living room. We hugged, kissed and then she showed us in. Belle and Willa were regulars and Valarie was expected. The ginger-haired woman with a beer and a smile was unknown to me, though. "Zane, Rio, this is Fontana Palmer, Valarie's mother," Jill introduced us. "How's the leg, Old Lady?" Rio grinned. That's Rio for you. Fontana turned to Valarie. "You were right, you can't go ten minutes without wanting to punch her," she chuckled. "I got it for you," Belle hopped up. Rio, in her foul mood, was ready to get in a scrap right then and there but I knew that was plain stupid. "Come on, Belle," I intervened. "GF problems." "Yours or hers?" Belle hesitated. "Hers," I answered. Belle leaned past me and looked seriously at Rio. "Mercy's in trouble?" Belle sounded concerned. Willa half-turned on the sofa to get a better view of things. "She's with her," Rio bit down on the expletive for Jill's sake, "parents." "Ah, what a bitch," Belle moved past me and led Rio to the sofa. "Isn't it great when the folks decide that you aren't good enough for their little pride and joy? Been there, done that." Belle handed Rio her beer then looked back at me. "Zane, two more beers," she ordered. "Hi, Zane," I mocked myself, "Glad to have you back. How did the match go?" "It is good to have you back, Zane," Jill touched my arm. "How did the match go?" "What was the match in?" Fontana inquired. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Palmer," I corrected my rudeness. "He was in a marksmanship competition," Valarie jumped in. "How did you and Hope do?" "Hope took top spot but it was close," I informed them. "The number two guy came in .02 points behind and third was .08. The team took third place." All I have to say is those two guys scared the crap out of me. Apparently they shoot moose with .22's in their spare time or some shit like that. "Congratulations, Zane," Willa grinned. The room followed suit, except for Rio. I motioned Jill to return to her chair and made for the stairs. "Beers, bitch," Belle teased me. "Sorry, Jill, beers, Punk." I opted to not make a scene so I dropped my bag, went to the fridge, and got two beers. By the time I got back, Rio had buried her first beer and grabbed for her second. Belle took hers and winked. "What? No tip?" I wondered. "Oh, what were you expecting?" Belle tilted back her head. I ran a hand through her hair, leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Our tongues darted forth, then danced back and forth within our mouths. I put a hand on her shoulder then let it migrate down to her breast. I squeezed it gently and Belle moaned. I broke the kiss and smiled at her. "That'll do," I chuckled. Belle's eyes were alight and she was smiling as well. Jill was looking into the fireplace and blushing, Rio was blas , working through her beer, but the other three women were staring at me. "Beer, Zane," Valarie leered. Fontana, far from being protective, patted her daughter on the shoulder. "Oh, hell no," I waved off. "I was crawling through the woods all morning then spent the rest of the day riding in a bus with other smelly athletes. I'm putting my bag in my room and taking a shower." "Are you sure you know what to do showering alone?" Valarie called after me. Bitch. The first thing I noted was that someone had been sleeping in my bed. My money was on Fontana. I'd deal with that later but at the moment, all I wanted to do was get clean. As the hot water scalded away the grime and sweat I thought happy thoughts about Hope. She hadn't complimented me but she hadn't a bad thing to say about my performance either. In a way I felt 'in the zone'. I caught the range, slope and wind changes like a pro and I thought her score showed it. I knew she wanted the team to do better but with the youth of the squad, coming in third out of a field of twelve felt good to me. For Hope, nothing short of first would do. By the time I got downstairs, I was shirtless, wearing gym shorts, and drying my hair with a towel. The group had migrated to the den, the TV was on, and the conversation was muted. Jill's look told me I should have put on more clothes. I only wanted to unwind. The looks the other women were giving me were far less motherly. I groaned, shook my head and went to the kitchen for some OJ. When I returned, I looked around for a seat and decided to sit down at Jill's feet. She leaned forward and patted my shoulder. That was fine. Valarie and her mother constantly stealing my glances my way was less so. Rio was nursing a beer and her hurt feelings, Belle was running her hand through Rio's hair in a strangely comforting gesture, and Willa seemed amused by the whole affair. At the commercial break, Fontana stood up. "Zane, can I talk to you alone for a minute, outside," she requested. "Sure," I half stood then, "Wait, does this involve me and pain?" She snorted mirthfully. "No," she smirked. "If you behave I won't hurt you too much." "Go on, you wuss," Rio teased. "It isn't like you've despoiled her daughter or anything." "But I didn't," I explained desperately. "That's right," Willa joked. "It isn't like you two have rolled around in that, it's not a bed. What is it?" "It is a sleeping platform," I mumbled. "I got tired of girls taking a header off my bed." "That's awful considerate of you," Fontana smiled warmly. "A moment, please." I followed her into the hall, then reluctantly outside to the porch. I was wearing shorts and it was cold so I folded my arms to conserve some warmth. Fontana moved a few more steps down the porch, turned, and looked me over. "Zane, thank you for being a good friend to Valarie," Fontana began. That wasn't what I was expecting to hear. "Umm, okay," I responded. "See," Fontana went on, "when her father forced this on her to make her into his mold of what a good Christian woman should be, I was afraid the experience would leave her bitter." "Why is she doing this anyway?" I asked. "She's eighteen and can make her own choices." "Oh," Fontana mused thoughtfully. She paced back and forth once. "She likes you so much I assumed she told you." She paused for a moment. "After my problem with the law, my ex threatened to keep my other two daughters from me unless Valarie came to FFU." "Oh, the fuck you say," I growled. My arms came down and I balled up my fists. "Listen, I know a pretty good lawyer if you want someone to have another go at your case, or I can shove his head down a toilet until he changes his mind." Fontana laughed. "No, you are doing enough. Stormriders take care of themselves most of the time but it's good to have friends too," Fontana smiled. "Valarie is having a great time at school. She likes the girls she's met, well, some of them, and she's happy that so many are heading out our way over the summer," Fontana went on. "She's very proud." "I would have never guessed," I replied sarcastically. "No, really," Fontana faked her surprise well. "I know she hides it well but she's really proud of where she comes from. Honest." She paused again. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure," I shrugged. "Why haven't you and my daughter hooked up? She won't tell me," Fontana questioned. "I'm not sure," I worked out. "I've never pressed her. She may not like having sex with the eternal audience that hovers around me. Maybe she's respectful of all the other women in my life right now. All those answers sound plausible." "Ha," Fontana laughed. "Stormriders aren't exactly bashful. She says your girlfriend, Heaven, shares but I think she really likes you because you aren't hitting on her." "She likes me because I respect her boundaries? Oh, Gawd," I groaned. "At times I really wish I was an asshole. As it is, I'm afraid that one day my cock is going to fall off." Fontana walked up, patted my crotch. "That would be a pity," she whispered into my ear before heading inside. Because I Must Secretly Abhor a Good Night's Sleep Later that evening At school, I slept on a contraption that easily slept twelve and was often occupied by eight. I go home so I can sleep, on the sofa? See, Valarie and her mom were in my room, they were guests after all. In the prepared guest room, now Belle's room, Willa and Belle had crashed out. We had three other rooms upstairs but Jill hadn't gotten around into making anything of them. Rio was supposed to join Valarie and Fontana in my bed but somewhere between the 12 and 20 beers she and Belle were sharing; Rio decided to grab a throw pillow, curl up on the floor and pass out/go to sleep. An effort to rouse her failed so I put a quilt over her and let her sleep it off. After 11:00 Jill went upstairs and the rest followed her to bed. I put a few logs on the fire and laid down to sleep on the sofa. I couldn't have been asleep more than an hour when I felt something nudge my hip. I looked up to see Fontana's ass pressed against my side, her looking down into my eyes. Fontana was beautiful but in a hard, flinty way. She was mature but compact, like a she-wolf with little padding or softness to her. Her long ginger hair was pulled back in a ponytail though her bangs were hanging loose. She wore a tight grey t-shirt that said 'Eyes Up!' that highlighted her breasts. Sure, a bit of a sag in her 36C's but very nice. The shirt only came halfway down her belly, fully exposing her bright red bikini brief panties to my gaze. Her eyes were the same blue as Valarie's and danced in the fading fire's light. There were lines around her eyes and her face was weathered but strong. I could have stupidly asked what she wanted but, hey, she was sitting next to me, dressed like that after 'lights out'. I propped my upper body with my right elbow while reaching out with my left and cupping her right cheek. As I drew her to me, Fontana twisted her body around so that she straddled me. I had to scoot my body toward the edge to give her knee room to settle down. She kissed me with a steady intensity that slowly pushed my head back to my pillow. "Man, you are easy," she breathed playfully after we broke a long embrace. "I thought I'd have to explain myself or some other shit like that," she added. "If there's anything else I need to know, you'll tell me," I said softly as I brushed her bangs aside. "I fig

In this episode, ALL of the Goods from the Woods Boys are in the house for the 500th episode of our podcast. First up, Rivers, Sam, and Carter are hangin' out at Disgraceland Studios, chuggin' a retro JOLT Cola, and talkin' about Carter's face being all over the 2025 World Series. We answer questions from our beloved listeners and Three Days Grace's "Animal I Have Become" is our JAM OF THE WEEK! Then, Rivers hops on the Zoom and catches up with our co-host emeriti, Dr. Pat Reilly and the Sepulveda Cowboy himself, Mr. Goodnight! Thank you to every single one of our listeners! We are so happy to bring the show to you each and every week. Y'all are the best.  Follow the show on Twitter @TheGoodsPod.  Rivers is @RiversLangley  Sam is @SlamHarter  Carter is @Carter_Glascock Subscribe on Patreon for the UNCUT video version of this episode as well as TONS of bonus content! http://patreon.com/TheGoodsPod Pick up a Goods from the Woods t-shirt here: http://prowrestlingtees.com/TheGoodsPod

On a recent clear night my Catalina Sky Survey teammate Hannes Groller was asteroid hunting with the Steward Observatory 90 inch Bok telescope on Kitt Peak, Arizona when he discovered 8 natural visitors to our neighborhood. Telescopes around the world began to track and determine the natures these asteroids. Six of Hannes's discoveries are classified as Near Earth Objects while the other two are more distant Mars crossing asteroids

In the first big elections of the new Trump era, Democrats triumphed in New York City, Virginia and New Jersey. They also won up and down the ballot across the country.Shane Goldmacher, a national political correspondent, explains what the voting tells us about President Trump's status and discusses whether Democrats have finally found their footing.Guest: Shane Goldmacher, a national political correspondent for The New York Times.Background reading: Read six takeaways from the elections.Here are results from key races.In New York, Zohran Mamdani became the city's first Muslim mayor and its youngest in more than a century.For more information on today's episode, visit nytimes.com/thedaily. Transcripts of each episode will be made available by the next workday.  Subscribe today at nytimes.com/podcasts or on Apple Podcasts and Spotify. You can also subscribe via your favorite podcast app here https://www.nytimes.com/activate-access/audio?source=podcatcher. For more podcasts and narrated articles, download The New York Times app at nytimes.com/app.

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This is it! The most powerful episode of the year is here to launch you into an unstoppable 2026.Join us for the Season 5 Finale, a deep-dive annual audit designed to help you redesign your life and manifest more abundance. We kick off a massive energy shift by sharing how we are personally setting up our own goals, including daily journaling examples for you to use right now.In this episode, we share:Your Annual Energy Audit: Practical steps to identify and eliminate what's robbing you of joy and energy so you can welcome more abundance.Taking Control: The absolute truth that you are in control of how you feel and how to stop being a victim of circumstances.Feeling on Fire: Our personal check-in on feeling incredibly lit up about life and how you can share in that energy.The Abundance Toolkit: The books and mindset shifts helping us expect more from ourselves and the Universe.Big Life Updates: As always, you'll get the inside scoop on our personal lives and what's helping our mental and physical health RIGHT NOW!We are amping you up to crush the rest of the year and step into the new version of yourself!Thank you for an incredible Season 5. We are eternally grateful for every person that tunes in, shares our episodes, rates and reviews Ivy Unleashed, and supports our mission. We will be back for Season 6 on January 1, 2026. Catch up on any of the 270 episodes you've missed and we'll see you in 2026!!Mentioned in the episode:All Things Elderberry- www.allthingselderberry.com Code- GOLDIVY at checkout for 15% off your first orderSafeSleeve- safesleevecases.com/collections Code- GOLDIVY for a 15% discount at checkoutSmidge- Magnesium Supplements for a Good Night's Sleep | Smidge® Code- GOLDIVY10 for a 10% discount at checkoutCaraway- https://rstr.co/caraway/22693 Code- GOLDIVY for a 10% discount at checkout*Additionally, we want to remind you that this podcast is presented solely for educational and entertainment purposes. We are not licensed therapists, and this podcast is not intended as a substitute for the advice of a physician, professional coach, psychotherapist, or other qualified professional.*Find Andrea & Brooke as @goldivyhealthco on Instagram: Brooke Herbert | Andrea Herbert (@goldivyhealthco) • Instagram photos and videos#goalsetting #mindsetshift #abundance #newyearnewgoals #mentalhealth #ivyunleashedpodcastSupport the show

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Las despedidas pueden traer dolor, pena, miedo o alivio. Las de Silvana Estrada de la vida creativa, profesional y personal que conocía, la han traído hasta 'Vendrán Suaves Lluvias', un disco transformador y la obra más emocionalmente expansiva de su carrera. La pérdida y el adiós se pasan con tragos de humor y esperanza en este duelo que es una de las mejores publicaciones del año. Además, Bob Pop responde a nuestro cuestionario cultural en 'FAQ!'. Y abrimos la consulta de la psicóloga clínia Rosana Corbacho para meditar sobre el problema de las adicciones en los entornos artísticos, y su romantización acercándonos al mito del artista atormentado.Playlist:Kelly Moran - Echo in the FieldKelly Lee Owens - Throwing LinesJoy Orbison - pinky ringpiri & tommy - on & onJungle, Mood Talk - Don’t PlayYoung Franco, Franc Moody - DaydreamingFatboy Slim - Fucking in HeavenNation of Language - In ManhattanWorking Men’s Club - John Cooper ClarkeThe Fall - Lost in MusicVVV [Trippin’you] - Mao Enamorado Pilotando Un MechaBICEP - LightPVA - Hero ManJockstrap - 50/50Fcukers - Homie Don’t ShakeJust Mustard - WE WERE JUST HEREHighSchool - Sony EricssonSpiritual Cramp, Sharon Van Etten - You’ve Got My NumberRadiohead - Jigsaw Falling Into PlaceNilüfer Yanya - Cold HeartAmaia - AralarOklou, Bladee - take me by the handjulia amor - buscando unos brazosNight Tapes - pacificoMall Grab - The Way I’m FeelingJoy Orbison - play it againSwimming Paul - Drinking To Get DrunkSilvana Estrada - Good Luck, Good NightKali Uchis, Ravyn Lenae - Cry about it! Parcels - SorrySudan Archives - THE NATURE OF POWERFred again.., Sammy Virji, Reggie - Talk of the TownYUNG PRADO, Theus Mago - En Mis SueñosMaria Arnal - AMAAlice Wonder - viii. Fake Alas · muert3Barry B - Monster TruckHamilton Leithauser, Rostam - A 1000 TimesOrville Peck - Drift AwayGeese - Au Pays du CocaineRigoberta Bandini - Too Many DrugsObongjayar - Give Me MoreEzra Collective, Sasha Keable - Body LanguageEscuchar audio

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The Mexican singer Silvana Estrada made an immediate impression with her debut LP Marchita back in 2022. Quickly hailed as a unique voice in Latin music for her blend of jazz, chamber music, and traditional folk, Estrada took her time making her follow-up album, and it appears to have been time well-spent: Vendrán Suaves Lluvias, or “there will come soft rains,” is a heartfelt, elegant, quietly melodic album full of songs about love, lost love, and what it takes to just keep on keeping on. Silvana Estrada performs some of these latest songs in intimate arrangements on cuatro, accompanied by musician Joe Grass on guitar and pedal steel, in-studio. Set list: 1. Dime 2. No Te Vayas Sin Saber 3. Good Luck, Good Night

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Sleep doctor Dr. Najib Ayas, the medical director of UBC's sleep program, joins the show to discuss sleep strategies, habits and the science behind a good night's rest.

Mentioned in the episode:Smidge- Magnesium Supplements for a Good Night's Sleep | Smidge® Code- GOLDIVY10 for a 10% discount at checkoutCaraway- https://rstr.co/caraway/22693 Code- GOLDIVY for a 10% discount at checkoutAll Things Elderberry- www.allthingselderberry.com Code- GOLDIVY at checkout for 15% off your first orderSafeSleeve- safesleevecases.com/collections Code- GOLDIVY for a 15% discount at checkoutGuest: Caley RoseWebsite: Confident Concerts | School Music AssembliesInstagram: Caley on InstagramConfident Concerts IG: https://www.instagram.com/confidentconcertsMusic:  https://hypeddit.com/8c6dr1 October is Bully Prevention Month, but we're talking about the bully that lives in your head! Singer/songwriter Caley Rose joins us to share her powerful journey: from being a bullied child to leading confident concerts for kids nationwide. Caley reveals the psychological tools you can use to silence your inner critic and build your self-worth from the ground up. We dive into her experience with rejection and insecurity in the music industry and how she developed the tenacity to persevere. If you've ever felt held back by self-doubt or a painful past, this episode gives you a roadmap to reclaim your confidence and finally step into your own boldness. Tune in to learn how to change your tune!*Additionally, we want to remind you that this podcast is presented solely for educational and entertainment purposes. We are not licensed therapists, and this podcast is not intended as a substitute for the advice of a physician, professional coach, psychotherapist, or other qualified professional.*Find Andrea & Brooke as @goldivyhealthco on Instagram: Brooke Herbert | Andrea Herbert (@goldivyhealthco) • Instagram photos and videos#bullypreventionmonth #bullying #bullysurvivor #confidence #buildingconfidence #mentalhealth #youthsuicideprevention #mentalhealthmattersSupport the show

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In the hours before an ill-fated (for the Mariners) ALCS Game 7, Ben Lindbergh and Meg Rowley banter about the state of Meg's fan feelings and the highlights, lowlights, managerial moves, and more from Games 5 and 6. Then they discuss Shohei Ohtani's instantly legendary NLCS Game 4 performance (plus postscript). Audio intro: Kite Person, “Effectively […]

Mentioned in the episode:SafeSleeve- safesleevecases.com/collections Code- GOLDIVY for a 15% discount at checkoutAll Things Elderberry- www.allthingselderberry.com Code- GOLDIVY at checkout for 15% off your first orderCaraway- https://rstr.co/caraway/22693 Code- GOLDIVY for a 10% discount at checkoutSmidge- Magnesium Supplements for a Good Night's Sleep | Smidge® Code- GOLDIVY10 for a 10% discount at checkoutWe are bringing you an ultimate contrast as we reflect on navigating a profoundly transformative week—at completely different paces. After an unexpected vein surgery, Brooke shares the raw, vulnerable truth about the mental health struggles that surface when life forces you to slow down. Hear her deeply personal journey from limping to trusting that everything will be okay, and how she's metaphorically pulling back the arrow before her next powerful surge forward.Meanwhile, Andrea takes us through an almost unimaginable feat: completing two full marathons, a week apart. She's pulling back the curtain on the intense mindset required to push her body to a new limit, the surprising challenge of a silent yoga retreat she used to recover mid-week, and the hard-earned lessons from a massive physical and mental feat. From the elevation pillow to the double finish line, you'll get an insider look at the mindset shifts, physical tolls, and life-changing takeaways from a week that proved that sometimes, your greatest strength is found in both the full stop and the full send.*Additionally, we want to remind you that this podcast is presented solely for educational and entertainment purposes. We are not licensed therapists, and this podcast is not intended as a substitute for the advice of a physician, professional coach, psychotherapist, or other qualified professional.*Find Andrea & Brooke as @goldivyhealthco on Instagram: Brooke Herbert | Andrea Herbert (@goldivyhealthco) • Instagram photos and videos#50states50marathons #marathoner #venaseal #veinsurgery #veinissues #mentalhealthSupport the show

The Toronto Blue Jays will represent the American League in the 2025 World Series after overcoming the Seattle Mariners in an unbelievable Game Seven that, thanks to George Springer, provided us with an instantly iconic moment that will forever be part of franchise lore. What kind of unbelievable dream is this????FOR AN AD-FREE VERSION OF EVERY EPISODE AND TO UNLOCK ALL OF OUR PLAYOFF COVERAGE, FIND US AT patreon.com/BJHH Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

TVC 709.6: Part 2 of a conversation that began last week with Emmy Award-winning actress, producer, and author Mariette Hartley (The Incredible Hulk, Goodnight, Beantown, Breaking the Silence, Law and Order: SVU). In this segment, Mariette talks to Ed about “Cotter's Girl,” the classic episode of Gunsmoke from 1963 whose storyline is reminiscent of Pygmalion; her frequent appearances on shows produced by Quinn Martin; and her association with Rod Serling, which began when Mariette asked Serling to speak at her school after she had watched Requiem for a Heavyweight on television, and which culminated about ten years later, when Mariette appeared in “The Long Morrow,” one of the final episodes of The Twilight Zone. Mariette Hartley co-stars, co-wrote, and co-produced, along with her husband Jerry Sroka, in Our (Almost Completely True) Love Story, a charming romantic comedy that is available now for streaming on demand on Amazon Prime and other major platforms; it is also available on DVD and Blu-ray.

Struggling to fall asleep? Distract your mind with the continuation of The Lady Vanishes by Ethel Lina White. Support the podcast and enjoy ad-free and bonus episodes. Try FREE for 7 days on Apple Podcasts. For other podcast platforms go to https://justsleeppodcast.com/supportOr, you can support with a one time donation at buymeacoffee.com/justsleeppodOrder your copy of the Just Sleep book! https://www.justsleeppodcast.com/book/Discover more about the Sleep A30 Earbuds by Anker at soundcore.com/uk - Use code SLEEPBETTER at checkout for an exclusive £10 off.If you like this episode, please remember to follow on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or your favourite podcast app. Also, share with any family or friends that might have trouble drifting off.Goodnight! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The one thing we don't discuss in this, our penultimate, recap of HBO's Task is that the title of episode 6 is a play on a line from a poem by the 13th century Persian poet Jelaluddin Rumi (sorry if you already knew that!). We just thought its meaning was self evident because there IS a river in this show.Here's what we do cover:* Goodnight, snickerdoodle* There are still more moles! Stop it! Enough! * Tom's search for a replacement son* Gertie's evocation as a Lego and what constitutes an impression of a chicken *Robbie's final moments. Golden Globe for Tom P or are we the only people watching this show? Get full access to Tell Me About Your Father at tellmeaboutyourfather.substack.com/subscribe

Actor and musician Jeff Daniels has been in iconic movies such as Terms of Endearment, Dumb and Dumber, Good Night and Good Luck as well as the television series The Newsroom, and starred on Broadway in To Kill a Mockingbird and Blackbird. Daniels comes to the Towne Crier Cafe in Beacon on Sunday to perform his music at 7:30 pm.

Send us a textA single vow set against a hostile sky can bend the shape of history. When Charles Goodnight lashed his partner's tin-lined casket to a wagon and steered across the Pecos, he wasn't chasing myth—he was keeping a promise. That journey threads through everything that defined the West: the hard schooling of frontier life, the ruthless math of cattle markets, the invention that held trail crews together, and the uneasy line between conquest and survival.We trace Goodnight from a boyhood spent learning the land's language to his years as a Texas Ranger, where a bloody raid at Pease River foreshadowed decades of conflict and reconciliation. The partnership with Oliver Loving fuses savvy markets with grit, carving a path to Fort Sumner and birthing the chuck wagon—a simple, brilliant machine that turned chaos into a moving camp. Profit follows, but so do consequences: the Goodnight–Loving Trail becomes a corridor of expansion that feeds armies, stocks northern ranges, and reshapes Native homelands. When Loving falls to an ambush and whispers a final request, duty becomes destiny, and the long ride home becomes legend.Alongside the public feats stands Molly Goodnight—teacher, ranch leader, and the quiet force who heard orphaned bison calves cry and insisted on mercy. Her plea leads to a pure Southern Plains herd that survives to this day. And in a turn few could have predicted, Goodnight and Quanah Parker turn from enemies into friends, striking a pragmatic peace and later returning Cynthia Ann Parker to Comanche ground. The result is a portrait of a man and a moment: inventive and ruthless, loyal and changeable, capable of harm and repair. Ride with us through heat, storm, and open country, and decide for yourself what it means to keep faith—with the dead, with the land, and with those once called enemies. If the story moves you, follow, share, and leave a review to help others find the trail.Support the showIf you'd like to buy one or more of our fully illustrated dime novel publications, you can click the link I've included.

In the first hour of Nuanez Now, Colter Nuanez breaks down 10 standout moments and key storylines from high school football across Montana.This week's highlights include Big Sky's win over Sentinel to move to 7-0, Hellgate's upset of Helena Capital, and Manhattan staying perfect at 6-0. Colter also checks in with Florence Falcons head coach Adam Goodnight as his team continues to surge late in the season. (14:22)Then it's time for the Treasure State Stars of the Week, spotlighting top performances from across both high school and college football in Montana.To wrap up the hour, Colter dives into the in-state recruiting battle between Montana and Montana State — and explains why one program may be pulling ahead.

Why can't women sleep? From tossing and turning through the night, to the 3AM wake-up call that feels impossible to recover from, insomnia is one of the most common issues women face — especially during perimenopause and menopause. Molly and Emese sit down with leading sleep expert Dr. Shelby Harris to unpack the science of women's sleep and the real fixes that actually work. We cover everything from why hormones, stress, and parenting fatigue wreak havoc on REM cycles to evidence-based strategies like CBT-I (cognitive behavioral therapy for insomnia), sleep hygiene hacks, and supplement myths. Dr. Harris also sets the record straight on the biggest viral myths  — does age really mean you need less sleep? Does “before midnight” sleep count more? How much do women actually need? — and shares what every woman in her 30s, 40s, and 50s should know about protecting sleep for better brain health, mood, and longevity. Because better sleep isn't just rest — it's your key to sharper thinking, steadier mood, and better aging Mentioned in the Episode: The Women's Guide to Overcoming Insomnia: Get a Good Night's Sleep Without Relying on Medication by Dr. Shelby Harris TIMESHIFTER App Topical Magnesium Green Compass Full Spectrum Daily Nano Jellies Hatch Alarm A Sony Music Entertainment production.  Find more great podcasts from Sony Music Entertainment at sonymusic.com/podcasts and follow us at @sonypodcasts  To bring your brand to life in this podcast, email podcastadsales@sonymusic.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Guest: Andrea StoneWebsite: Home - True Path Wellness CollectiveInstagram: Andrea Stone on InstagramJoin us for a powerful conversation with Andrea Stone, founder of True Path Wellness Collective, certified personal trainer, health coach, and pilates instructor. In this episode, Andrea shares her remarkable story of resilience—navigating six major surgeries, her own autoimmune conditions, and years of caregiving for a child with chronic illness.Andrea is the ultimate Patient Advocate, and she breaks down the critical importance of self-advocacy when you feel stuck or overlooked by the healthcare system. We dive deep into the healing power of breath, compassion, and techniques for regulating your nervous system. Andrea offers actionable insight on moving from struggle to strength, cultivating gratitude for an able body, and how to redefine your health story no matter where you are starting from. This episode is a must-listen for anyone seeking to be a more empowered, fierce advocate for their own well-being.Mentioned in the episode:Caraway- https://rstr.co/caraway/22693 Code- GOLDIVY for a 10% discount at checkoutSmidge- Magnesium Supplements for a Good Night's Sleep | Smidge® Code- GOLDIVY10 for a 10% discount at checkoutSafeSleeve- safesleevecases.com/collections Code- GOLDIVY for a 15% discount at checkoutAll Things Elderberry- www.allthingselderberry.com Code- GOLDIVY at checkout for 15% off your first order*Additionally, we want to remind you that this podcast is presented solely for educational and entertainment purposes. We are not licensed therapists, and this podcast is not intended as a substitute for the advice of a physician, professional coach, psychotherapist, or other qualified professional.*Find Andrea & Brooke as @goldivyhealthco on Instagram: Brooke Herbert | Andrea Herbert (@goldivyhealthco) • Instagram photos and videos#healingjourney #selfadvocate #healthadvocate #pilates #nervoussystemregulation #strongwomenSupport the show

Somewhere along the way, modern parenting turned into a battle against biology. In this powerful conversation, Britt Chambers—founder of Goodnight Moodchild—joins Ginny Yurich on The 1000 Hours Outside Podcast to dismantle the myth that babies need to be trained to fit adult schedules. She reveals how industrialized culture, profit-driven baby products, and pressure for independence have pulled parents away from nature's original design: deep, intuitive connection. Together, they explore what it really means to raise the baby with the mother—to rest when your baby rests, to nurture at night and thrive in the day, to trust the signals instead of suppress them. From night waking to outdoor rhythms to the quiet rebellion of slowing down, this episode invites parents to remember what our ancestors never forgot: children who stay close to nature stay close to themselves. Learn more about Britt and all the incredible support she has to offer here Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

TVC 709.5: Ed welcomes Emmy Award-winning actress, producer, and author Mariette Hartley (The Incredible Hulk, Goodnight, Beantown, Breaking the Silence, Law and Order: SVU). Mariette stars, along with her husband Jerry Sroka (who we also hear from in this segment), in Our (Almost Completely True) Love Story, a romantic comedy about two people of a certain age who meet online, strike up an unlikely romance, and weather the storm when an untimely illness threatens to tear them apart. Mariette and Jerry co-wrote the film, as well as produced it, while the cast includes such other film and TV favorites as Tess Harper, Bernie Kopell, Morgan Fairchild, Peter Onorati, Peter MacNichol, Stuart Pankin, John Rubinstein, Jack McGee, Sam McMurray, Don Scardino, and many, many others. Our (Almost Completely True) Love Story is available now for streaming on demand on Amazon Prime and other major platforms; it is also available on DVD and Blu-ray.

Struggling to fall asleep? Distract your mind with the Greek myth - The Adventures of Theseus. Support the podcast and enjoy ad-free and bonus episodes. Try FREE for 7 days on Apple Podcasts. For other podcast platforms go to https://justsleeppodcast.com/supportOr, you can support with a one time donation at buymeacoffee.com/justsleeppodOrder your copy of the Just Sleep book! https://www.justsleeppodcast.com/book/Discover more about the Sleep A30 Earbuds by Anker at soundcore.com/uk - Use code SLEEPBETTER at checkout for an exclusive £10 off.If you like this episode, please remember to follow on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or your favourite podcast app. Also, share with any family or friends that might have trouble drifting off.Goodnight! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Send us a textA whispered promise in a dark adobe room turns into one of the West's most unforgettable journeys. We open on Fort Sumner in 1867, where Oliver Loving lies dying from gangrene and Charles Goodnight—trail boss, Ranger, problem‑solver—makes a vow to carry his partner home to Texas soil. From that moment, the story stretches backward into a life built on risk and forward into a 700‑mile funeral procession that defines what honor meant on the high plains.We trace Loving's rise from Kentucky farmer to the “Dean of Texas Trail Drivers,” his market savvy shaped by years freighting goods and reading the needs of frontier forts. The Civil War wipes out his fortune, pushing him into a bold partnership with Goodnight, a younger scout whose field sense matches Loving's business mind. Together they sidestep hostile Missouri routes and blaze west to Fort Sumner, feeding Army contracts and inventing the chuck wagon to tame chaos on the trail. The price is brutal: a ninety‑six‑mile dry drive across the Llano Estacado, stampedes into the Pecos, and constant tension as Comanche riders guard a homeland the cattle herds now scar.When spring floods slow their third drive, impatience meets pride. Loving rides ahead with a single scout and is ambushed on the Pecos. What follows is survival by inches—Wilson's barefoot escape through cactus, Comancheros hauling Loving to the fort—and then the quiet horror of frontier medicine that cannot amputate in time. Goodnight arrives to find his friend alive but fading, hears the fear of a foreign grave, and answers it with action: finish the contracts, secure the family's future, return in winter, and carry Loving home in a tin casket packed with charcoal. The slow cavalcade across 700 miles becomes a moving testament to the cowboy code: a word kept when it costs everything.This episode blends hard history with human stakes: the economics of the postwar cattle boom, the invention that changed trail life, the conflicts in Comancheria, and the origins of a legend that inspired Lonesome Dove. Ride with us through dust, duty, and the choices that make a name last. If this story moved you, follow the show, share it with a friend, and leave a quick review—what promise would you cross a desert to keep?Support the showIf you'd like to buy one or more of our fully illustrated dime novel publications, you can click the link I've included.

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Fall asleep fast to the conclusion of The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Tonight's sleep story is a mystery sleep story by Arnold Bennett. Support the podcast and enjoy ad-free and bonus episodes. Try FREE for 7 days on Apple Podcasts. For other podcast platforms go to https://justsleeppodcast.com/supportOr, you can support with a one time donation at buymeacoffee.com/justsleeppodOrder your copy of the Just Sleep book! https://www.justsleeppodcast.com/book/Discover more about the Sleep A30 Earbuds by Anker at soundcore.com/uk - Use code SLEEPBETTER at checkout for an exclusive £10 off.If you like this episode, please remember to follow on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or your favourite podcast app. Also, share with any family or friends that might have trouble drifting off.Goodnight! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Send us a textA contract to feed a frontier post shouldn't have ended at a river cave, but the Pecos has a way of bending plans. We head out with Oliver Loving and W.J. Wilson on a night-run mission to Fort Sumner that turns into a standoff against a swelling war party, where ground, grit, and a few feet of brush decide the line between life and legend. When a parley sign flickers on the plains and a hidden shot rips through Loving's wrist and side, the story snaps from strategy to survival, and the cave on the bluff becomes a cramped theater where fear, fever, and resolve fight for the lead.From there, the path forks. Wilson crawls into the night to fetch river water in his boots, then makes the hardest choice a partner can make: leave a wounded friend to swim for help. He slips down the Pecos past a mounted sentinel, abandons his rifle to the sandy current, and staggers barefoot across a country of thorns with a scavenged TP pole, waking to wolves every time sleep threatens. Starved and sunburned, he reaches the trail and flags down Charles Goodnight, who pieces together the fight from Wilson's rough map and rides back to recover what the river didn't take—including Loving's Henry rifle.Loving's path is its own test of will. He crawls out after days, arm shattered, side wound mending, and survives on the last oils of roasted leather gloves before striking a deal with Mexican farmers to haul him to Fort Sumner. Army surgeons battle infection, a late amputation becomes the final gamble, and a quiet agreement is sealed between partners: debts will be paid, promises kept. When Loving dies that September, Goodnight carries the work for two years and brings his friend home 700 miles to Weatherford, Texas—closing a loop the plains tried to cut in half.If you're drawn to true frontier history, cattle trail lore, and the human code that held partnerships together when the land tore everything else apart, press play and ride with us. Subscribe, share this story with a friend who loves Western history, and leave a review to tell us which moment stayed with you.Support the showIf you'd like to buy one or more of our fully illustrated dime novel publications, you can click the link I've included.

In this episode we are going to talk with Stephen Frederico, the father of Logan Feredrico. Mr. Federico is battling to make sure career criminals are kept off the street in hopes to prevent more tragedies like the one that struck his family. Logan Federico, 22, of Waxhaw, North Carolina, was visiting friends in Columbia, South Carolina, on May 3 when a career criminal broke into the home where she was staying with friends. Police say the killer, identified as 30-year-old Alexander Dickey, murdered her with a stolen gun  Federico, a student at South Piedmont Community College, worked two jobs and had plans to transfer to the College of Charleston to pursue her dream of becoming a teacher. Her father said he's still waiting for a reply to his final text to her that night: “Goodnight, I love you.” Seton Tucker and Matt Harris began the Impact of Influence podcast shortly after the murders of Maggie and Paul Murdaugh. Now they cover true crime past and present from the southeast region of the U.S. Impact of Influence is part of the Evergreen Podcast Company. Look for Impact of Influence on Facebook and Youtube. Please support our sponsors Elevate your closet with Quince. Go to Quince dot com slash impact for free shipping on your order and three hundred and sixty-five -day returns Mint Mobile..This year, skip breaking a sweat AND breaking the bank. Get this new customer offer and your 3-month Unlimited wireless plan for just 15 bucks a month at MINT MOBILE dot comslash IOI. That's MINT MOBILE dot com slash IOI. Upfront payment of $45 required(equivalent to $15/mo.). Limited time new customer offer for first 3 months only.Speeds may slow above 35GB on Unlimited plan. Taxes & fees extra. See MINTMOBILE for details. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to the ad free advance release of episode #445 of TMT•Can Celtic bounce back from the Euro nightmare?•Is Kasper Schmeichel done?•The midfield problems•Farewell to a Rangers legendand much moreTreat yourself or the 20MT listener in your life, as well as supporting the podcast with some 20MT merch at 20mt.bigcartel.com/You can help support the production of these podcasts, get AD FREE content as well as gaining access to over 1100 extra episodes at patreon.com/20MinuteTimsSign up for Celtic's Youth Development Lottery The Celtic Pools and help shape Celtic's future here - https://celticpools.securecollections.net/index.aspx?Agent=353920MT Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Guest: Dr. Stephanie Redmond Website: Dr. Stephanie's Supplements - Natural Blood Sugar SupportInstagram: Dr. Stephanie on InstagramPharmacist and Certified Diabetes Educator Dr. Stephanie Redmond breaks down everything you need to know about the buzzy world of GLP-1 medications. We dive into how they work for both diabetes and weight loss, the essential risks and rewards, and what they mean for your short-term and long-term health. Plus, Dr. Redmond shares natural ways to boost your own GLP-1, the lifestyle changes required for success, and the best supplements to support healthy weight management. Get empowered with the facts! Mentioned in the episode:SafeSleeve- safesleevecases.com/collections Code- GOLDIVY for a 15% discount at checkoutAll Things Elderberry- www.allthingselderberry.com Code- GOLDIVY at checkout for 15% off your first orderCaraway- https://rstr.co/caraway/22693 Code- GOLDIVY for a 10% discount at checkoutSmidge- Magnesium Supplements for a Good Night's Sleep | Smidge® Code- GOLDIVY10 for a 10% discount at checkout*Additionally, we want to remind you that this podcast is presented solely for educational and entertainment purposes. We are not licensed therapists, and this podcast is not intended as a substitute for the advice of a physician, professional coach, psychotherapist, or other qualified professional.*Find Andrea & Brooke as @goldivyhealthco on Instagram: Brooke Herbert | Andrea Herbert (@goldivyhealthco) • Instagram photos and videos#glp1 #metabolism #bloodsugar #diabetes #diabeteseducation #ivyunleashedSupport the show

Why is a good night's sleep so hard to come by? For many, the answer lies in anxious thoughts about money, security, or injustice. In How to Get a Good Night's Sleep, Stephen Davey opens Ecclesiastes 5:8–12 to show how Solomon wrestled with the same struggles—and points us toward God's solution. Solomon observed oppression, greed, and injustice in society. He saw how even kings and rulers seemed to take advantage rather than provide relief. Yet he reminded us that above every earthly power sits the Sovereign God, and He alone offers the comfort our hearts long for. This passage also warns us about the love of money. No matter how much wealth we gain, it never feels like enough. Riches multiply worries, invite corruption, and rob us of rest. But Solomon draws a contrast: the day laborer, content with little, sleeps peacefully, while the wealthy toss and turn. Through this lesson, you'll discover two life-changing principles: trust the highest authority of all—God's sovereignty—and pursue the best treasure of all—contentment with a grateful heart. These truths provide the kind of peace that no amount of wealth can secure. If you've been longing for rest, this message will remind you that the sweetest sleep is found when your soul is settled on God's promises. Stephen Davey's newest book, The Disciples Prayer, is available now. https://www.wisdomonline.org/store/view/the-disciples-prayer-hardback

Tonight's sleep story is a mystery sleep story by Arnold Bennett. Support the podcast and enjoy ad-free and bonus episodes. Try FREE for 7 days on Apple Podcasts. For other podcast platforms go to https://justsleeppodcast.com/supportOr, you can support with a one time donation at buymeacoffee.com/justsleeppodOrder your copy of the Just Sleep book! https://www.justsleeppodcast.com/book/Discover more about the Sleep A30 Earbuds by Anker at soundcore.com/uk - Use code SLEEPBETTER at checkout for an exclusive £10 off.If you like this episode, please remember to follow on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or your favourite podcast app. Also, share with any family or friends that might have trouble drifting off.Goodnight! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Joseph and Shirley Wershba, worked at CBS news back in the good ol' days. In 1948, along with Edward R. Murrow, Joe Wershba helped produce the CBS's first salvo against McCarthyism. Brooke spoke to Joe and his wife Shirley in 2005 about the film "Good Night, and Good Luck," which was partly based on their life. On the Media is supported by listeners like you. Support OTM by donating today (https://pledge.wnyc.org/support/otm). Follow our show on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook @onthemedia, and share your thoughts with us by emailing onthemedia@wnyc.org.

This week, Bunnie Xo sits down with the legendary Jon Bon Jovi for a conversation that spans his remarkable career and personal journey. He reflects on his new documentary Thank You, Goodnight, tracing his path from humble beginnings in Asbury Park to international stardom. Bon Jovi opens up about the challenges of vocal surgery, the resilience shaped by his parents' influence, and his bond with Bruce Springsteen.He also teases his upcoming album Bon Jovi Forever, packed with exciting collaborations, and shares his hopes for a future tour. Beyond the music, Jon speaks with deep pride about his wife Dorothea, their children, and the joy that family and support have brought him throughout his life.Jon Bon Jovi: WebsiteWatch Full Episodes & More:www.dumbblondeunrated.comSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.