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“Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.” Austin O’Malley Early this morning I awake to a murder of crows hiding out in my magnolia tree probably trying to verify if the heady conspiracy of an extra garbage day is true or not. I listen to their crazy banter as […]

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I am settling into retirement as if a bull in the chute before a rodeo. All I can say is someone was a little overzealous with the flank strap.  All I do is run in circles creating dust, bucking the system, and getting nowhere.  Oh, and my cowboy, has been avidly vocalizing his displeasure with […]

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“Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else. I’ve felt that many times. My hope for all of us is that “the miles we go before we sleep” will be filled with all the feelings that come from deep caring – delight, sadness, joy, wisdom – […]

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“It’s only awkward if it matters.” Joyce Rachelle There are some conversations that should never be heard in the light of day, it’s true, they should be confined to the pages of a nondescript journal, sequestered to the back of a dusty bookcase, maybe to be discovered post mortem. Life is not always graceful, and […]

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“Ships have been the most amazing achievement. They’re beautifully constructed. They protect you during a storm. They, in a sense, nurture you, therefore ships are referred to with the feminine pronoun.” Adm. Alan West, British Royal Navy Have you ever been on a ship that’s about to sink? Or had that sinking feeling your ship […]

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“Some things are so impossible, so fantastic, that when they happen, you are not at all surprised. Their sheer impossibility has made you imagine them too many times in your head, and when you find yourself on that longed-for moonlit path, it seems unreal but still, somehow, familiar. You dreamed of it, of course; you […]

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[A risible reflection for entertainment purposes only, intentionally confounding, read at your own risk.] I wake up, memories flood in, the time, the day, the season, the pandemic, the spike, the roommates, and praise be to God, the smell of coffee. At least I can smell. I tenderly stretch my aching body, yawn, blow my […]

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My son Dante is usually the first to exit the house. It’s not unusual to hear the front door softly open and close around four in the morning, I hear the work truck fire up, and the fading sound of the engine as he moves down the dark street. I usually fall right back to […]

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The phone rings. It’s a face-time call from my daughter Julie. As I slide my finger over the pulsating arrow, a broken angel comes into view. I say, “oh no, did this one end up in a squabble too?” “Mom, are you attached to this angel?” It’s been living on my mantle for about twenty […]