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Writing, Mothers, and Memories

Sometimes, but not often enough, I sit at the computer and scroll through my writing files.  Poems, essays, short stories–essays, poems, short stories…nothing organized. It’s all just randomly saved on my little hot pink zip drive. There are no files for each genre of writing, it’s all just there, piled one on top of another, …

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Blog, Blog, Blog: It’s All Good

Writing is a solitary activity. It can get pretty lonely. Especially if you live in a rural location, take online courses and have no real friends. Which isn’t me, of course. I’m just sayin. Which is why I have been enjoying blogging more than I thought I would when I first started. There are some …

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Returning to the Light: Thoughts on our response to terror

  I can’t seem to squelch the queasiness in my stomach lately. It is ever present. It’s gnawing away at me like a mouse trying to get inside a warm space because it’s cold outside. But when there’s a hole between a warm space and a cold place, the cold always creeps in through the hole. It …

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A Mom’s Love and Encouragement Distilled in B & W

Yesterday I opened my Facebook page to a photograph of my Mom, circa 1958 or 1959. It’s a black and white photo, but surprisingly vivid. I have a copy of the same photo somewhere but this one was posted by an old neighbor, George Thibault. Mom is standing in the street with my brother Phil, …

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Blogging and Writing Unsupervised

I’m new to this blogging stuff.  I resisted it for a long time because, quite honestly, I’m really not all that interesting. But as a writer, I thought it might be a good idea, because it encourages me to write, and since no one is paying to read this crap, I won’t have to listen …

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My Generation’s Music

My Generation’s Music.

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My Generation’s Music

I have a confession to make. For a while, a couple of years back, I spent some time sitting around the house wrapped in an old blanket, eating brownies, and listening to music. It was like a mid-life regression thing. I was acting like and feeling like the kid I was back in the 1970’s. …

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