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Twenty-Seven Days
Days are the measurement of time defined by the earth rotating on its axis. Twenty-seven times the earth rotated on its axis, the equivalent of six hundred and forty-eight hours; that is the measurement of time it took me to change the water filter in the fridge after the warning on my refrigerator alerted me…
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Fireflies
Walking the black dog around the perimeter of our property is just about exactly one quarter of a mile. He and I do this walk five or six times a day. It takes 15 or 20 minutes because I let him savor being a black dog in the country. He sniffs the goose poop, the…
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Super Hero’s have Stinky Feet
Superman is HOT! He can leap buildings in a single bound, fight crime like a mother. Spidey? Well, those super Spidey senses save the day. He swings from place to place with those fantastical silky spider webs. His upper body strength is unmatched. There is Batman, Captain Marvel, Thor, the Hulk, Superwoman, the list goes…
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Dickhead Dave
Write, write, write. My gut, my brain keeps telling me to put my thoughts on paper. This is how it has been my entire life. I’m not a great writer, I am an honest writer. Putting my thoughts on paper somehow puts my mind at ease and stops the words that race around in my…
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I Wear His Flannel Not His Rank
I pulled on his black and white flannel shirt this morning. The one I bought him when we did family pictures in December of 2015. That was seven years ago now. All six boys had coordinating flannels. The girls in their cream cardigans. That was at the tail end of his CO tour with the…
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The Truth About June Cleaver in All of Us
Kids say the darndest things, at least mine do, they have no filter. As a contracts professional I have spent years barely showing up at school to anything. Couple a career with an anxious mind and that is a cocktail for the “missing mom”. I always manage the important things somehow, but never have I…
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Who Am I?
I was asked recently for the purposes of writing a philosophy paper to describe myself the “who I am”. That doesn’t sound hard, right? Dang, if I initially couldn’t describe myself outside of what I look like: 5’5” tall, medium build, blue eyes, white/brunette hair. I then dug DEEP (deep is relative here) and widened…
The Chance Chatter of Chameleons 