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Long Odds, Short Stories: March 2012
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Long Odds, Short Stories. A random series of personal essays. Tuesday, March 27, 2012. A Mirror of Ourselves. No matter what your political persuasion, the shooting death of Trayvon Martin is. A national tragedy. For at least two families, it is a profoundly life-altering, permanent personal. Reader take even a few minutes to consider the humanness of Trayvon's death. If Trayvon's death was necessary. But I'm quite sure his life. Was necessary, a life that will never be fulfilled. Whatever promise he...
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Long Odds, Short Stories: Super Powers
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Long Odds, Short Stories. A random series of personal essays. Monday, January 31, 2011. The other day I struck on the magic power I would want, if only. Was allowed or gifted. I've given up on flying because I have a clumsy streak. I can see me taking off on my maiden flight and immediately crashing into a transformer or a low flying Southwest flight or a goose. Splat. Either me or the goose. And invisibility? Kinda' creepy for a forty-something sneaking around, don't you think? And winning is fun. I Nee...
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Long Odds, Short Stories: It's On Us
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Long Odds, Short Stories. A random series of personal essays. Sunday, January 20, 2013. I wrote once or twice already about gun violence in the United States and I have stated a few things that I thought. We should not be surprised. Our culture accepts this violence when other similar nations and cultures would not. Easy access to certain types of firearms contribute to the epidemic of gun violence. We don't take responsibility to learn how to safely use, store, sell, and control access to guns. Strange ...
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To Keep it Real...For Myself: May 2011
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To Keep it Real.For Myself. Saturday, May 21, 2011. I hated imagining her sitting there, a reflection of myself, talking on the phone to her sister. Hadn't we shared the same upbringing? Hadn't we supported each other through broken teenaged hearts, lost favorite jeans, and our father's occasional temper tantrums? Why did I find her so unbearable now, when we were living 400 miles apart with children of our own? I sat at the kitchen counter and pondered it yet again. Was I really such a bitch? II'm sorry...
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To Keep it Real...For Myself: Eyes
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To Keep it Real.For Myself. Saturday, January 2, 2010. The eyes. They'd float as if on an ocean wave into her own mind's eye, and watch her. They were in the stars, under the blankets. They were in every passing car, imbedded in every tree branch, and they peered out from tiny babies. They saw her very soul, and she couldn't escape them. Now as an adult, she sees eyes all around her, and she's begun to wonder at the possibility of all alone. Just making my way. Why am I just seeing this post now? Calling...
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Long Odds, Short Stories: You Using the Whole Fist, Doc?
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Long Odds, Short Stories. A random series of personal essays. Saturday, April 18, 2009. You Using the Whole Fist, Doc? So, I have a serious medical condition. It's called Fried-Bender Syndrome, and it's very rare, and very painful, and chronic, and non-specific,. Asymptomatic. But just 'cause there are no signs of the disease doesn't mean I don't have it. Qualified because her sister is a doctor. I believe technically that makes me a Doctor-in-Law, but that sound pretentious or distant - off putting.
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To Keep it Real...For Myself: May 2009
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To Keep it Real.For Myself. Sunday, May 17, 2009. Lunch ended abruptly - in fact before it was eaten - and we drove to her house, but only to get our stuff. Then we drove home. All the way home in silence, still in my flowered sundress and my mary janes in the way back of the Buick. And we were done with crazy Aunt Gail and her calm, smooth and quiet husband Uncle Ronnie and my three cousins. Done. Get in the car, kids. We're leaving earlier than we thought.". Links to this post. Saturday, May 9, 2009.
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To Keep it Real...For Myself: April 2009
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To Keep it Real.For Myself. Sunday, April 19, 2009. Number of times he's pooped in the house: 3. Number of times he's pooped outside: 0. Number of times he's peed in the house: 5. Number of times he's peed in the house somewhere OTHER than the oriental rugs: 0. Number of times he's thrown up in the house: 1. Number of kisses he's given and received: 1,000,000,000,000. BON JOUR, ABBOTT! Apparently he's French. We know this because he French kisses us all day and night.). Who brought the new guy? She barge...
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Long Odds, Short Stories: January 2013
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Long Odds, Short Stories. A random series of personal essays. Sunday, January 20, 2013. I wrote once or twice already about gun violence in the United States and I have stated a few things that I thought. We should not be surprised. Our culture accepts this violence when other similar nations and cultures would not. Easy access to certain types of firearms contribute to the epidemic of gun violence. We don't take responsibility to learn how to safely use, store, sell, and control access to guns. Near Bos...
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To Keep it Real...For Myself: March 2010
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To Keep it Real.For Myself. Wednesday, March 17, 2010. The roots of the old maple in front of her happy yellow house rise right up from the ground and expose themselves. They render the sidewalk more dangerous than the street, causing great waves of cement to go spilling every which way. They bubble up from beneath the surface, claiming their space despite all efforts to conceal them. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Huddling Together at the Edge. View my complete profile. Calling into a r...