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Non-Maudlin Memories
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Each one of us is a repository. Like flypaper, time and its detritus clings to us, often unknown except at a subliminal level. Allow me to troll the lake of my mind and give evidence of that gone except in mind. I recall adults telling us “Hey, kids get off my fender.” We no longer have […]
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I Really Don’t Know Me and I Really Don’t Know You
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Recent interactions on a family basis have caused me to reflect. I thought I knew that person and I thought I knew me and what I have realized, if that is the word, is that neither that person nor I really know one another. I am not surprised at all. We go along, I go […]
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I Am Sitting Here While The Unconscious Gurgles
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Again I am at the keys. The urge to write, if that is the right word, is like a gathering of clouds, silky and serene high above. Thoughts flutter about in my mind, Jordan, my son, Jane, her son Lewis coming in tonight from college. l know that within a few minutes a thread will […]
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I Feel The Need
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At first I wrote a blog every few days. After awhile I chose to do it on a weekly basis. And here I am feeling the need to write something I am not aware of but feel its pressure upon me. The most recent blog was on Chicago and our stay there with my son, […]