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Half-Nelsoned by My Own Memory
Who knows. Maybe I blocked it out.
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In Memory of a Dear Old Friend
Every time a bell rings, I’ll think of my old friend. But then, he had his wings all along.
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My Blog Can Bite Me
BLogging is a double-edged sword.
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A Heaping Helping of Immortality
Me and Vincent, linked by drawbridges…
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Moving Moments
My friend Jim told me the other day that when he saw the Grand Canyon for the first time, he was moved to tears. I totally get that. Sometimes you are just struck by the pure, intense beauty of the moment. Since, for me, these moments are rare, they seem all the more precious. Because…
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My Run-In with the Random Word Generator
Sometimes I can’t think of a thing to blog about. Today was one of those days. I was getting rather desperate, so I consulted the Random Word Generator. Perhaps it would inspire me to break through this blockage. The first word it gave me was “lip”. No. I’m sorry. Maybe this was a bad idea.…
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Becoming Forgetful
When I was young and I’d hear an older person say they were getting old and forgetful, I used to smile and say I couldn’t wait to have that excuse for my absentmindedness. I’ve always been easily distracted. Flaky, even. But now I’m starting to get it. As I age, it’s getting much, much worse.…
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My Happy Easter Memory
Since I’m not a kid or a Christian, Easter tends to go by without my taking too much notice these days. Like Halloween, it’s kind of a non-holiday holiday for me. But when I was little, I absolutely loved coloring eggs. (Come to think of it, I’d probably still find that fun. Therapeutic, even. )…
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Sound Memories
This coming June, I’ll have officially lived longer without my mother in my life than I did with her. What a concept. I can no longer remember her voice, except for the sound of one painfully high note she would hit when we’d sing a particular song. “Ain’t gonna GRIEEEEEVE my Lord no more!” I…