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Monthly Archives: March 2018
Crappy Poetry
My roommate is a university student. She’s an English Major with a Creative Writing Minor. One of her classes this quarter was Poetry, and a recent assignment was to write ten titles that you couldn’t imagine could be turned into … Continue reading
Nearly the Best Morning of My Life
For six decades I lived my life as one in which the bad times overshadowed the good. But now, reclining in the overstuffed warmth of a more gentle and accepting perspective, I like to allow what’s left of my mind … Continue reading
My Mother’s Words
The older I get, the more my mother’s admonitions and/or words of advice—to my younger self—seem to come back to me. Some I remember with a gentle smile while others reverberate through my skull as if I were standing under … Continue reading