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Texting my dad
Me: They totaled my truck. Heartbroken. I love that truck. Dad: I was afraid of that. Just plastic and metal. I know though! Me: Yeah, I was kind of bracing myself for it. Guess that’s the end of my “midlife crisis.” Dad: Ha! It never ends. You just get used…
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Listen
I’ve asked him to come see me and he’s been trying to, dropping by off and on for a couple of days while I’ve been surrounded by people. Now, at last, I’m alone. It’s not that late but it’s already dark because of the time change. I don’t mind. I’ve…
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Disconnect?
I occasionally look back at my posts and cringe at the typos. Yes, they’re rampant. Main instead of mane, isle instead of aisle. Whatever. I’m not writing to impress anyone and I typically toss the words out randomly and seldom look back. Now, speaking of not needing to impress anyone,…
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Manes and tales
The best lies have some modicum of truth to them. When you slip a falsity into a legitimate story the reader is most likely to gloss over your deception or, if you’re very good, dismiss what you’re glossing over yourself. It is because of this that I must think long…
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Shut the hell up, TR!
JESUS! While it’s true ‘I don’t talk so good’ in general — which makes me a prime candidate for a desk job, which fortunately I have — I admit I stumble over words more when we’re alone and I feel I need to fill space. This is not so much…
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Joy
My dear, sweet, precious Dez, joy is the only way I can describe you. This photo captures and revels in that emotion — both your joy and the joy of all who see it. You’re at this moment playing on the sandy beaches in California with your mom and dad…
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Short stories
I’m not entirely sure why we receive Rolling Stone Magazine. We’ve never asked for it, we’ve never paid for it, it just keeps coming to my house. On the cover of a recent edition was a photo of Bob Dylan, who I’ve only lately come to appreciate. He’s cute in…
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Geeks and zombies
Appetizing pre-dinner pinging. Names have been withheld to protect the geeky: TR: I heard something interesting today about zombies. they said that zombies would pose no threat to living, breathing humans because as soon as they started to rot, they’d become prey to animals and birds. so they’d be eaten…
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Not giving up
A couple of lifetimes ago, when I was city editor at a small daily, I was told on several occasions I should fire certain people on my staff. I said ‘no.’ Although there were times that my ‘no’s did no good and they made me fire the person anyway, I…
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A chilling moment
It had gotten on me, on the end of my sleeve. I gasped, I’d been so careful. “Oh, no,” I said under my breath. This wasn’t good. I looked down at it — at the even darker spot on my already black sweatshirt — not yet feeling it but knowing…
At Least They're Committed 