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Couch Potatoes
By the time my parents where my age, they had mostly retreated from life. Their activities were predominantly driven by the activities of their kids and grandkids, birthdays parties, holidays, etc. By this time my parents were hardcore couch potatoes. My mother live in the world of her soap operas and my Dad spent his… Continue reading
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Reflections
When I look back and think about the mistakes I’ve made, I am much less judging. When I remember those who passed away, I appreciate the ones I love even more and try to make each moment count. When I think about the dreams that I have not met, I am better at prioritizing my… Continue reading
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Plastic Machine
My first computer was a bust. My uncle was a gadget guy and he loved models, as did my father. When kids were getting models of ships and cars, I got a model of the Wankel Rotary Engine. I never heard of it, but my uncle knew all about it … and he told me… Continue reading
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Author’s Brass Ring
My daughter and I were at a bookstore because she wanted to get the latest book in one of her favorite series. She had been waiting two years. The author was very successful, 16 million copies sold worldwide. I felt a pang in my heart. Maybe it was envy, but I think it was a… Continue reading
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Homemade
I’m a do-it-yourselfer. I’ve always been handy and liked to make things. Rather than buy an item I like, I make my own. My grandmother started me on this path. She wanted a step stool for her bed that was set high off the ground. She saw something in a catalog, liked the concept and… Continue reading
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Winter Blahs
I heard once that the rate of depression in the American Midwest is high during the winters, due to long periods of sunless skies and generally bleak weather. I live in the middle of the Midwest. Each year after I make my New Year’s resolutions I struggle to make them. January is tough. If I… Continue reading
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Empty Walls
I’ve been to homes where the walls are blank. There is a certain order to a pristine wall. In my family tradition, the walls are full. I remember visiting my grandparents house where even the stairwells were full of paintings, even a stairwell into the basement hidden by a door. My grandmother’s room was also… Continue reading
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Quiet Day
Somedays, I can’t think of anything to write about. Of course, there is nothing saying I have to write on my blog everyday. But it was a goal I had, partly to keep me in my writing space, a way to combat writer’s block. Ironically, my goal creates its own pressure, which leads back to… Continue reading
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Repetition
I like to tell stories–probably why I like writing. Too often my kids, who are grown, tell me that I’m telling the same stories they’ve already heard. They tell me, that even after they inform me of my repetition, I continue anyway too many times. But I try to improve myself and in deference to… Continue reading
About Me
Indie author and self taught artist, creating for over fifty years, also a former corporate lawyer and systems manager … and other assorted vocations. Writing is my passion. I just released my first science fiction novel, Escape From Desolation, eBook and paperback. More information at my author page: http://escapefromdesolation.com
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