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Theme
You’d have thought I was in preschool as I fumbled through this attempt to change up my blog’s theme after oh, I dunno, a decade. I take that back, my preschool grandsons would have done better. I’m sure it’s quite intuitive to a younger brain. There are a slew of…
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Closet Podcaster
Coming soon! . . . Journalism 101 with Tripping Raul will be a podcast where we delve into what journalism used to be . . . and still should be . . . mainly through the lens of the 1990s. We will explore what it was like working in print…
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To Die For
Creating my to-do list for tomorrow, it crossed my mind that, oh, I’ll be home from Junction by then and will have access to a few more resources . . . or I could die and not have to worry about work ever again. (Bill Burr did a great comedy…
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What’s to Come?
This really wasn’t a draft, now was it? In my fruitless attempts to write for fun and interest, I occasionally open a new post and then stare at it mindlessly before realizing I absolutely have nothing to say. Heaven knows when I initially created this blank page but it was…
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Thin-Skinned
Maybe it was because the brace was on tight. Or perhaps it was the shot to make my leg right. But I think that the most likely reason of all is that . . . I broke down and prayed to be healed. Typically, I prefer not to bother God…
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Break Time
It’s the season of Christmas, the celebration of Jesus’ birth even though he most likely was born in April. And with all the glitz and gluttony and the SUV commercials that imply that unless you buy your significant other a fancy vehicle you are not worthy of love, it’s difficult…
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The Band Plays On
Four-oh-five. I roll over and burrow back under the blanket. That’s a bit of a switch. I tend to awaken at 4:36 a.m. Some spiritualists believe the repetition of a wake-up time will — or already does — have significance in one’s life or death. Mostly, I’ve heard it’s between…
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How It Ends
Sunshine! (If ‘on my shoulders’ just ran through your head, I will find and hurt you.) After a gloomy few days, it’s 56 degrees, the snow is slinking away and I warmly welcome the reprieve. How exciting: I now have zero excuses for ignoring the dog poop that has accumulated…
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Lullaby
There’s a sweet meme floating around with an image of a person holding a sleeping baby. The gist of it is that should we fall asleep while praying, it is no more ‘wrong’ than an infant fading into slumber while being sung a lullaby. In essence, you’re falling asleep in…
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Not Breathing
We’ve had beautiful sunrises in my neighborhood. Even in the chill, I’ll walk outdoors and take a video — west to east, front of the house to the back — of the brilliant peach, pink, orange, silvery sunrise reflecting off of the cumulonimbus clouds. Sighing, I head back inside. “It’s…
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