Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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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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Friday, May 26, 2017

At The Center

Moving On A woman named Lynne has been leading the Tuesday a.m. meditation group for the past couple of months. Started out with five or six ‘regulars’ and as folks took the word home another five or six newbies began to attend. They learn these techniques for centering and settling, of becoming... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 25, 2017

Kids say...

Rose was 3 or 4 when she overheard Gma Lucy talking to Mom about Satan's tricks, and asked who Satan was. So Mom sat her down on the top step on the back porch to explain that Satan had once been the best angel in heaven, sitting at the right hand of God and a friend to all. But then, Mom said, he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Comparison Shopping

Note: this post contains adult matter. There was a time, back in the late ‘70s or early ‘80s when I worked in an economic development offshoot of the Geography department. I had been divorced from Fang for a few years when one of the Geography profs (Charles) asked me if I were “dateable.” He was... Sign in to see full entry.

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