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Continue reading →: Alphabet Soup
To be simple is the best thing in the world; to be modest is the next best thing. I am not sure about being quiet. G.K. Chesterton If there is any message to be remembered, any maxim to tattoo on your left bicep, it is “Simplify, simplify, simplify!” One day…
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Continue reading →: Missing in Action
The crayon-printed sign read “Missing Cat. Orange tiger, one white paw. Her name is Mitzy. Reward. 797-6395.” The printing on the yellow-lined paper was childish and awkward. I read it one morning taped to the mailbox in a neighbor’s front yard. Missing cats, missing children, missing lovers, missing in action. …
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Continue reading →: Lock, Stock & Barrel
The day started out innocently enough. My neighbor Gina, of the blond wig and rhinestone tiara fame, phoned me to ask if I was interested in going with her to the local food bank that afternoon. This month’s budget had been crippled by the annual car registration fees and smog…
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Continue reading →: The Father
“Catch me if I fall” – that universal prayer to the father who will be always be there under the tree we are climbing, in the car we are driving, in the race we are running. For while we thrill to the excitement of independence and self-determination, we are, at…
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Continue reading →: Chaos Theory
I remember a commercial on TV a few years ago sponsored by one of the car rental firms. This particular pitch showed the car’s dashboard sporting a built-in GPS. If you rented one of their cars, you would never get lost again — no matter how naturally befuddled or easily…
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Continue reading →: I Never Promied You a Rose a Garden
Marie Taylor 4 min read · Just now I was reading a science fiction book the other day in which the hero finds the ancient artifact that gives him a glimpse into his own future. Our hero is happy to discover he will live to a ripe old age, be…
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Continue reading →: The Carnival Comes to Town
Every year in the early summer, right after the end of school and just before the Fourth of July, regular as clockwork, the carnival came to our little town. About a week before its arrival, the signs went up on telephone poles, in the laundromats and on grocery store bulletin…
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Continue reading →: Ars Gratia Artis
A friend of mine who is an artist stopped painting last year after he realized he was repeating himself in terms of technique, subject matter and approach. A few weeks ago we visited a local museum together in an attempt to jump start his creative engine. It may be months…
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Continue reading →: Live Long & Prosper
I was looking at my hands the other day and noticed how arthritis has affected the shape and direction of my fingers. Long-term inflammation has freed them from the configuration of conventional finger appearance and allowed each one to wander off in its own direction thereby achieving an individuality and…
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Continue reading →: JUST WHISTLE
“Rich men never whistle, poor men always do.“ Stephen Elkins One day I discovered that I had lost my whistle. It happened just as my dog, Cassie, and I were rounding the corner and coming down the home stretch. Cassie had stopped to investigate the wonderful smells emanating from a…
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