My Writing
“I think I’m lucky. I was born with very little talent but great curiosity.” – (Me and) Anthony Quinn
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When I thought of writing this essay it was because yet another person my age had passed away. I was feeling a little bit depressed and wanted to get those feelings out so I could process them. Then I had another thought right on the heels of that: it’s such a Debbie Downer to talk…
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I am a warped individual, and I know how this came to be. When I tell you the story some of you will relate. It was The Green Jesus (that is what I call it. I don’t know what the painter called it.) that did it. The Green Jesus screwed up my mind. Royally. Anyway…
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Highlights from my trip to Baja California Sud I was becoming more and more concerned about the direction that our country was going in when I got an invitation to visit Baja. I had airline miles accrued enough to get there and back and they were offering free accommodation, so I jumped at the chance.…
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I suppose that’s not what you wanted to hear but I feel that it is my solemn duty to tell you the truth. I say this because I see a lot of articles online and in print that encourage anyone to grow food and they make is seem like it’s a walk in the park.…
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Here’s a piece of writing that I find particularly relevant. “We are often called “the elderly,” but that quiet label hides a truth most people rarely pause to consider: we are the last living witnesses of a world that no longer exists. If you look closely, you might notice gray hair, slower steps, or the…
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I saw this article in the New York Times and I thought it was worth reposting. Just so ya know I changed a word to make it more right for me. I like the term “elder” instead of “elderly”. The author used the word “elderly”. I think the word “elder” is more dignified. So, here…
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What can I say about high school? For some people it’s the best time of their lives to be looked back on in future times with great longing. For others it’s an extension of that twilight zone that is junior high where adjustment to life escapes you and you’re mired in confusion. Which one was…
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An excerpt from Just Walk Away – a memoir of growing up in Iowa In Junior High everything changed. I went from a largely contented child to a mostly discontented child. How could this happen? There was no particular line of demarcation between 6th grade and 7th grade and yet there it was. A journey…
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Another excerpt from Just Walk Away – a memoir of growing up in Iowa I started school at Norris Elementary when I was four years old because I would not be five until October and school started in September. So, I was a bit behind the rest of the kids but not by much. Norris…
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There was always turmoil in our house but one place where there wasn’t any was while we were on vacation. Vacations were great except just as we drove away from the house. Mom and Artie would immediately begin arguing when we got in the car because Mom would remember something she forgot, and Artie wanted…