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The postcard in my hand is so old I’d expect it to be worn and frail and downright unimportant. It’s not, though. It’s one more amazing golden star resting among years of memories. Life and love that I’ve discovered again in a bin in the basement. The cowboy doing his day’s work on the back of a jack rabbit still cracks …
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It’s amazing to me how my day, the day that I had planned, can change in the blink of an eye. When I awoke this morning, I had no idea I’d be writing about strangers I haven’t even met. To you. Readers and writers all, we’re open to new experiences. We have to be. Travel and …
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Plutocracy: Government by the wealthy; a country or society governed in this way. Democracy: System of government by the whole population or all the eligible members of a state, typically through elected representatives. The plutocrats continue to dangle the carrot in front of us as we minions queue up to the polls. After billions earned …
For most of my life, I’ve struggled with labels. I think I’m not alone in this. Either I’ve been boxed in by others, or I’ve boxed myself into this label or that. I’ve been guilty of boxing others as well. Inevitably, at just the right time, if luck has it, the labels slide off into …
First Game, World Series, 2014 Ball 1. Before we met, long before he was my husband, when he was just a kid, Matt was a bat boy for the Cubbies. My heart often wanders to him during baseball season. He was the super baseball fan – stats, hits, runs, errors, he knew them all. Until the …
The experts say our planet had the warmest year ever. The warmest year since they’ve have been counting. My eye catches the clouds soaring over our dying tomato vines, Green and orange fruit still struggling to ripen. Raindrops drizzling their softness on the baby blue pool cover. And I wonder. What will the experts say about my saddest year ever?
Getting older has just made me dance a bit faster. I’m always ready for one more taste, a new touch, a new smell, a good mystery, a little more rock ‘n roll, a smear of bright paint or the sound of a fresh tongue. It’s part of why I travel, usually solo, meeting up with good …
It was in the last few days of 1945, when Mr. Frank Shea was found cold and shivering one morning outside City Hospital. Pastor Dayton noticed Frank, helped him to his feet, and with the help of a nurse on her way in, they carried Frank off the sidewalk and into the hospital. 60 …
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