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Continue reading →: Lunch at the Park
Midday temperatures stretching towards triple digits encourage visitors to dress lightly and arrive early at the local park where the Watcher,sits silently and scans for details that will reveal the nature of the day. A thin man with hairy arms leads higgledy, piggledly fourteen short children down the path that…
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Continue reading →: Benign Neglect
Our neighborhood of duplexes is a mixed bag of styles not only in architecture and color palettes but in landscaping achievements. One day I noticed that the yards with the highest weeds, the most ragged grass edges, the most uncared for flower beds seem to have the most prolific rose…
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Continue reading →: Line Dancing
Well, stomp my grits and call me Betty Lou ‘cause I sure had a good time when I went line dancing. Now for those of you who have not expanded your terpsichorean horizons, line dancing is performed with multiple lines of people all facing the same direction and all doing…
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Continue reading →: Are You Dead Yet?
Gerry was a little woman with a gnome-like quality, from the cloth turbans she wound around her head, to the many layers of shawls and sweaters that swathed her small frame. Her big round eyes were kind of gogglely and her voice frail and hesitant. She was nervous about thieves,…
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Continue reading →: The Big Woman
She was a large woman and when younger would probably have been described as a strapping blonde. Everything about her was a little larger than life – from her big bones and big bosom to her big voice and big personality. Now a widow in her sixties, she was visiting…
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Continue reading →: Sez Who?
I have always had a reputation of possessing a calm deposition and peaceful demeanor. You can imagine my chagrin (which has nothing to do with smiling) when I recently found myself in heated discussions with two friends. To call them discussions is being disingenuous for my blood pressure was up,…
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Continue reading →: August by Day & by Night
The heat of August rolls in like fog, its heavy breath smothering the criesof birds in nearby trees. Quieting all before it, it rolls|relentlessly, whisperingsiesta songs to waiting ears. Silence inhabits the blue shadowsof a sleeping room as heavy eyelidssurrender. Air conditioners whirl in a worldof their own makingof shut…
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Continue reading →: Masel Tov
I live in a senior apartment complex and one thing I’ve learned about getting older is that if you live long enough your body will do you in in one way or another – if it’s not arthritis or diabetes; it’s heart disease or cancer – not counting a wide…
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Continue reading →: Siddhartha
I have read the story of Buddha’s life many times, but I was always rather skeptical about his ignorance of life’s darker side. It was his encounter with illness, old age and death that prompted him to embark upon his journey. But today the story started to sound more plausible…
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Continue reading →: The Beautician
She was in her mid-20’s when she met him, long past the age that her cousins and girlfriends had married and there was something knowing in the way that she carried herself that said she was no longer a virgin. She had red, Rita Hayworth hair and the low, sultry…
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