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Pain, Poverty, Persistence and the Dirt
That ever-expanding explosion of injury that lacerates me again and again, finding constant aftermath of the storm in the light of a new dawn. I don’t even know why I keep getting up. It is probably the same reason I kept running and fighting. Trying to sustain flight in something that cannot fly is exhausting.… Continue reading
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The night of Angel of Harlem
Something was different tonight. Dad and I were on the smokey night of the Sail Club in Port Aransas, Texas. I am not sure why we chose this bar since there are so many on the island to go to. The Sail Club was nicknamed the Jail Club, suggesting that if you stayed till closing,… Continue reading
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The echoes are loud
It is one of those weeks of gravity. The heaviest of days rises into view on the horizon. Heavy for me, but billions of times heavier for a dear friend. It is a reminder that one moment in time can change the entire history of the world. It can bend time and rewrite your very… Continue reading
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Isolation
Sunday. Changes for the weather ahead. I’m going camping today. Of course, the weather is about to change. If I am going to camp, it will rain…Say it again with me, IT WILL RAIN. I seriously am starting to think that if you could just send me to the drought-stricken areas around the globe and… Continue reading
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The passing of seasons
I always thought it would be easier living after the cats were gone. We were always saying that we were not going to do it again. Very smugly taking beautiful things for granted. Even Donna said, we just did not understand how exceptional they were. Lava’s final cries in pain were of death itself, I… Continue reading
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For a beautiful little girl
Dear Lava, I cannot begin to tell you how much I love you and how grateful I am that you came into our lives. You brought so much joy to the childhoods of my sons into our family. You were our little Alpha. You owned them all and you were fantastic at it. There were… Continue reading
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and this happened yesterday!
Yes, there are many hurdles ahead, but this is my declaration that I AM DOING THIS. Appropriately so, I was at the Miracle Mile Listen Center (regional thrift store) and scored one of the most important books in the world to a professional chef, and what was to be my next printed acquisition on Amazon,… Continue reading
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吃苦: No I’m Not Afraid
Someone told me the other day that I am the kind of person people write books about. There is no doubt there have been times, especially in Port Aransas, in which I can see that. I have this lingering wonder what the name of my book would be called. “Blind Date” is what keeps coming… Continue reading
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Falling Down
I guess you could say that I am a guy who fell down the hole. 16 years ago in the summer of 06, we were just discovering the depths of my 6-month-old Noah’s chronic asthma. Those days were like learning that there was a threat and then later you learned the threat belonged to you.… Continue reading
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Much more to an old comfort
Day four of Covid. I have watched half seasons of TV shows just simply to make them go away. But the real comfort is found in what I always do when I am sick. I watch old episodes of M*A*S*H. Watching each episode is like finding pieces of myself that I have not seen in… Continue reading