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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…
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Becky
I’m agitated. I was going to just take half a pill, but I don’t think I did. I can’t remember taking a pill at all, but I dare not take another. What is it? What is it? Oh, that’s right. It’s Becky. Dez, this one is for you. I never…
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Very clever
All right, ALL RIGHT! You win. Seriously, cracking up. I was being sarcastic with that last post. Honest! I know I’m just as old as they are and in many ways I am doing more poorly than they and they look better and healthier than I. I mean, I could…
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Aging? As if!
“Groddy!” I whisper under my breath, my face inches from the computer monitor, my eyes squinting. He walks in — of course — he can’t pass up something like this. “What?” He puts his hand on my left shoulder and leans in over my right, staring at my LinkedIn page.…
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Mushy
“Are you done yet?” he steps onto the front porch, hands stuffed firmly in pockets, shoulders hunched, shaking off a drizzle of rainfall. “With what, pray tell?” I plop the tawdry novel, of which I’ve read all of 36 pages, into my lap and turn my chin up to him…
At Least They're Committed 