Wednesday, September 5, 2018
Water, Please
When Dad and Mom lived together, Dad would fall asleep watching television on the family room couch. He would wake up in the wee hours of the morning and head upstairs to bed. Along the way, he would stop into Ann's and my respective rooms and blow us kisses. When I was around 10 or so, he did that...
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Friday, August 31, 2018
Not Showing Up
Wednesday, September 5, 2007. I had made the decision that I was not going to pursue teaching. I had made the decision that I was going to take off a semester from Loyola College. There were two options that I could take in declaring that I was done with teaching. The first option was never a...
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Wednesday, August 29, 2018
No Blood Drive for Me
When I was in high school, the private Catholic school I attended, held an annual blood drive. I did not participate in the blood drive. That might be a surprise to you, the reader, if you've read my entries about donating blood. However, I was petrified of needles. The only way I was going to get...
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Friday, August 24, 2018
Getting What I Wanted
Wednesday, September 5, 2018. I arrived home feeling like I was losing control. I had gone in thinking my heart to heart talk with Dad would lead to me taking my leave of absence from Loyola. Instead, I lacked the assertiveness to bring it up to him. After we arrived, Dad went to Mom to keep her in...
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Wednesday, August 22, 2018
"You Can Walk on It"
November 1993. That was the month I obtained a severely sprained ankle. I was running to my room and got my right ankle caught in the railing that separated the walkway to my room from the steps. My pediatrician, Dr. Roderick, gave me a doctor's note to miss gym glass for two weeks. Mr. Hoover was...
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