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Sunday, June 4, 2017

Nunya

A long time ago, when my little girl was a student at Logan college in Carbondale, she worked in the office with a cute little guy named Darrin. They’d become fast friends – she’d taken him under her wing as a brother from another mother. She had sent me a coming out letter a year or so earlier;... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 3, 2017

COVFEVE

There was a song my mama sang sometimes when her mind had wandered off to someplace long ago and far away. She may have been assembling a meatloaf or chopping veggies for the salad, standing in our kitchen, but her eyes would gaze off into the distance. Mama’s song, which I’m thinking now was... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 2, 2017

On Realizing You’re Lucky

We’ve all had tough days “sunny days that I thought would never end,” to quote James Taylor. Hard times, obstacles to overcome, sh*t that hit the fan. We’ve asked “Why me?” and spent hours wallowing about the misfortunes and trauma that wash over and knock us on our butts. I remember a day at... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 1, 2017

Just a little P.S. about today's writing group.

It worked like a charm... The guy in the room wrote about being in the World Financial Center - across Wall Street from the twin towers - when the planes hit, about having to evacuate the building and get a car-pool ride home to Hoboken because all the trains and subways were closed down. Ibbie... Sign in to see full entry.

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From the unconscious mind

Sometimes people forget to put themselves in the other guy’s place when they respond to a question or give directions about how to get somewhere. When I worked at the university – which was built on the rural site of a former horse ranch – I started out telling people about the turn-offs closest to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Kerfuffle

It’s a word that sounds like a mashup of curfew and ruffle, but has nothing much to do with either. Curfew in my personal dictionary meant when the street lights come on it’s time for kids to come in the house. Funny the way it worked. On those summer evenings of hide-and-seek or kick the can, we... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Flower Children, Music, Peace

When I was pulling together ideasfor yesterday’s Blogit post the first draft was on politics and the absolute cockleburr in chief. Yikes! Seems to me most of us are getting really tired of reading about the escalating insanity of D.C. politics, so after I finished my brilliant rant built on the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 29, 2017

Love's Old Sweet Song

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low when the flick’ring shadows softly come and go Tho’ the night be weary sad the day and long still to us at twilight come’s love’s old song Comes love’s old sweet song * * * Once in a while, won’t you give one little thought to me though someone else... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Value Added

I haven’t always been the soul of patience, nor one who could think before she speaks. There’ve been times when the sharp retort and hasty temper left me wishing I could bite my tongue. Nobody who knew me on the job in my earlier years would tell you that I was a merry little ray of sunshine and a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 27, 2017

The Academic

When Abdel showed up for the Write Your Own Story group a week ago, the girls looked at one another with eye rolls and raised brows. When he took a short bathroom break they told me to get rid of him. We don’t need any men in this group. We’d begun to have some frank and revealing personal... Sign in to see full entry.

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