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POP
This is a photo of my father. There are not so many of them. Nor of my mother. Nor me as a child. It was the dark ages back then. No iPhones, digital cameras, computers. We had a telephone party...
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Halloween Horror
It is Halloween, and Holy Smokes, there is no scarier reminder than this. What strange creatures haunt our waking dreams and nightmares? What human oddities? In truth, adults who dress up for what...
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Do Something Boy
"Boys will be boys," I heard a mother tell her friends after her son did something apparently egregious. I guess she did not grow up listening to "Lola." Either way, though, there is a bit of truth in...
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Not Even a Tale
I might as well irritate you with my phone photos as I do (fewer and fewer of) my friends. I couldn't send this to C.C., of course, as he's locked away in a sanitarium eating vegetables and drinking...
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The Overwhelmed
As Philip Roth said, “Nothing bad can happen to a writer. Everything is material.”I believe that's true--for the writer. For the human who contains the writer, though. . . we just need to look at...
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A Face to Meet
I went to the Union Social in the factory town last night, but that's the end of the story. The day started with a visit from the a.c. repairman. The tenant keeps saying that when the a.c. unit comes...
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"D"s and "R"s
Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard (H.L. Mencken). I never got a kick out of Mencken. I do now. He was on to scam artists and...
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It's been quite a different week from the past hundred and forty or so. It's been a week of seeing your face in the faces of others. I've not been around people for a very long time. It has been a...
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Breaking Bones and Minds and Hearts
I woke up to the National Tragedy. Well, yea, the news. Sure. I don't actually read or watch it any longer. I skim the paper's headlines, though. "Climate Scientist Claim Honest Year on Earth."...
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Just a Bunch of Lines
I'm exhausted. Yesterday was an emotional orgy filled with emo orgasms and weeping. Love is exhausting. I'd forgotten. I had those songs in my ear all day, and they ran through my head the whole...
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The Signs Are Clear
There are a lot of disappointed people this morning. I didn't win the $2 billion dollar Powerball jackpot. I had promised many that I would give them ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS if I won. Selavy.My mother...
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I Gotta Hold On To Something
Spent the night at my mother's house, of course. Didn't really think it would be much of a storm. My mother made pork chops for dinner. I never make them, but damn, they were good. Took me back to...
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It's What We Have
My little feral cat survived the storm. She was at my door a bit ago and I filled her food bowl. Now, uncharacteristically, she is sitting on the deck staring at me through the glass of the kitchen...
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Lonesome Day
It seems last Saturday was a month ago. Time's twisted logic. It never travels at a steady rate. Since Saturday, I haven't been right. Perhaps it was the shifting of the clocks. It wasn't that, of...
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Alone in the Night
I sent this picture around to some friends on Friday night. One of the Ph.D.s from the factory, a woman who wrote a memoir for her dissertation, wrote back:You should write short stories for each of...
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Just Desert
I watch a young girl smother a young boy with hugs and kisses. She jumps up and down. He stands stolid as if he's earned something. But he has earned nothing. She has made him. It is a gift. And...
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Coincidences
You won't believe this. Frangipani. That's the name of the villa in which Skylar is ensconced. Hoodoo voodoo. I'm not a big believer. . . but really. My travel/art buddy says his life is chockfull...
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First Love
First love. She was five, I guess. We were in a daycare center my mother had decided I should go to, what would now be called pre-school. I had been watched by my grandmother until then in the country,...
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Miss Farmer
When we moved to Florida, my parents had nothing arranged. They didn't know where we would live. They simply sold the house, packed up clothes, and drove to the Sunshine State. My first "home" was...
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