Commentary
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SOWING SEEDS
“Writers are people who talk to themselves on paper. . hoping others will eavesdrop. Words evaporate in conversation, so i write to hold on to the thoughts. But ultimately i write because I hope someone will read it.” Read more
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GETTING THERE JUST HAPPENS
I pretty much have an answer for everything and even when I don’t, I pretty much come up with something. Every now and then, though, I get thrown. Today, I was at a loss for words not once but twice. A gal in her 80’s asked me what it was like, “to feel that… Read more
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EXTENDED PLAY (EP)
“But I wanted to know WHO wrote that song, so asked that he be pointed out. As the audience began to applaud, I strained to see where he was. There, in the very back row, an older man with white hair shyly put up his hand.” Read more
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FACE OFF ALZHEIMER’S WITH FACEBOOK
Two years ago my 15 year-old suggested that I get a FACEBOOK. I told her that was ‘the most ridiculous thing I ever heard of.’ I am eating my words. In the last two years I have found not only old friends, teachers and ex-students, but have entered a cyberspace world that adds richness to my… Read more
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PUT THE CART BEFORE THE HORSE
“There’s nothing worse than being in the middle of a great ride and having some idiot suddenly turn in front of you with cartons of eggs in their little, front section. So, I try limiting myself a bit during Easter. One good thing about getting older is that experience has long taught you what does… Read more
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HONK IF YOU LOVE SENIOR CITIZENS
Really, all I wanted to do this afternoon was fly into the ATM, grab some quick cash, fill the car up with gas, get some milk and fly back to pick up my high schooler from her last exam. If everything went smoothly, I would have JUST enough time. There was only one car ahead… Read more
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MEMORIES ARE MADE IN THE ROOMS OF THE MIND
“All week, trucks have been dumping appliances, stoves, A/C units, warped bookshelves, stain-soaked draperies and bed frames. Standing lamps and chairs stick out of these gargantuan piles like broken arms and legs. Newscasters sound amazed when they report, “There’s been no looting.” But the truth is, there is nothing salvageable to steal.” Read more