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When Something Is Broken

Last Wednesday, as I went to get into my car to go to a Doctor’s appointment, I observed a lame bird at the foot of the tree-line on the back of our property.  It appeared that it had broken its … Continue reading

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Pearls Are The Tears Of Their Oysters

Gary had this thing about “Mexicans”; or rather, against them!  “Just look at that!” he’d rant as we drove past a group of Hispanics waiting on the street to get picked up for field work.  With a straight face he’d … Continue reading

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Making Changes

I was watching an episode of “My 600 Pound Life” in which a woman had come to the realization that she could no longer eat the foods that she had eaten all of her life.  She states this realization when … Continue reading

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Post-Election Thoughts

[Author’s note: These scribblings make no attempt at being profound, objective or politically correct.  If they offend some, I am truly sorry to have caused that offense.  But I need to make sense of my heart right now, and the … Continue reading

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Rambling Art-Thoughts

Carmen Herrera is a 100-year old artist whose work didn’t really “catch on” until she was 80.  But for all of those years leading up to 80 she “art-ed”; she quietly, doggedly, obsessively created the work that finally caught the … Continue reading

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Crouching Trolls

Lauren Groff has written: “As I walk in the evening it is only gradually that I understand that the noise is coming from the first air-conditioner turned on for the year.  Soon, they will all be on, crouched like trolls … Continue reading

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Tsunami !! RUUUUN!!!

Reduced to immobility in the hallway by the insane and unrelenting pounding on the front door, Yakov felt desperate and cornered, like a hunted animal.  He knew who it was at the front door; it was HER!  Having told her … Continue reading

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