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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
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Many Forks
In most accounts a traveler hits a fork in the road once. For me, I have faced many decision points (many forks). Sometimes when I’m not crazy about certain aspects of my present life, I am tempted to rethink the choices I have made and wish I made different ones. But I cannot know if… Continue reading
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Cabin in the Woods
I’ve had an idea for a long time, that I would write better, or more consistently, if I had the right space. I’ve been drawn to the idea of J.D. Salinger’s bunker, a second home on his property where he would hold up by himself to write. I’ve tinkered with the idea of buying a… Continue reading
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When Toys Lasted
When I was a kid, I had a toy that was a replica of a two-man bobsled. The figures were made of plastic, but the bobsled was solid metal. It was heavy and designed to go fast down hills. My house was built about four feet above the street grade, so we had a nice… Continue reading
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Dove By The Door
It’s usually inevitable in Chicago, the bitter cold comes. One day, I think it got down to minus thirteen without the windchill. I was out doing errands in this bitter cold and when I came home, I noticed a Mourning Dove crouched on the driveway. It was all puffed up to keep warm. It didn’t… Continue reading
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Art Studio
One of my fantasies, is having a large working space for my art, a studio, where I have plenty of room to stretch out or store various projects and supplies. I would have a cot in the corner, so that when I am in the groove, I would remain on site and work all day… 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
