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The girl who stopped waiting
So long ago, there was a girl who landed the best job ever. It allowed her to live a dream that most people could not even imagine. That was enough. One day she was asked to take on an assignment that defied logic and seemed to defy the job itself. She said that she could… Continue reading
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Now and Then
A long time ago, as the nights grew longer and the days grew colder, I welcomed a friend from the West. Even at an early age at the time, I somehow knew that this visit was something to savor. The cold and darkness that moved in, would only be a welcoming conduit for a wonderful… Continue reading
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Transitions
Contrasts keep rising to the surface of the daily pond that is life. It becomes more molecular. It becomes more deconstructed. It turns the tables. It smites denial. It mocks determination. It ridicules the core. The words of my friend Leonard come to mind: It’s like our visit to the moon or to that other… Continue reading
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My Life on the Paragon Trail
Unprovoked by anything that is seen, the leaves, once so new, and green with fresh life, make their solo journey to the ground, yet in unison with siblings that suffer the same fate, somehow creating a symphony that can barely be heard, certainly seen, most definitely felt. Like Days of Future Passed, there is a… Continue reading
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However Absurd
The changing of seasons echoes changes of all kinds. A kind man once thanked me for sharing my story of change. For someone who seemed so strong, I was amazed at the thoughtfulness of those words. How disarming was that response. It highlighted the fact that when faced with one choice or the other if… Continue reading
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Quiet Desparation in a Parallel Universe
In a distant dream of wealth and danger, shines courage against a threatening stranger. -City to City Mike Jackson December 1984 Those opening lyrics are from a song I wrote in December of 1984 after waking from a dream. In abstract melodic celluloid, forever preserved, the twilight mystery endures at least throughout my travels. Closing… Continue reading
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January just has to deal with it
I am a person whose life has always been like a Jackie Chan fight sequence, something comes at me, react, and move. It is really all I know. It is the reason why I thrive on chaos. Plan nothing and jump, it has always proved to be interesting. On December 8, 2022, I booked a… Continue reading
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This is the last day
This is the last day… How many last days do we have? The last day of school, the last day of work, the last day of being 17, 49, and 57. They all signify the end of something and the beginning of something else. There was a saying in the military that any time you… Continue reading
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The Autumnal Current
The race is on. That balancing of energy, resources, time and the sky falling. It is the pressure that I feel the need to reevaluate every step I am taking many times a day. As the days transition into weeks like watercolors that never dry, I feel the changes in the season, my surroundings, and… Continue reading
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I can see clearly now
I am currently working on the first of two stories that I wrote in 1996 and 2000. For years they have brought a two-week period of my life and my sister’s lives to life. Mostly, these stories were shared with those who have gone through similar experiences. My biggest motivation was the share that telling… Continue reading