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Mistaken Identity

I left my son in the parking lot. He was sitting sideways on the passenger seat of my car, both legs out the open door, filing a tenacious corn with a foot file I had just bought. Don't frown. He is an adult (nearly 21). I went to Checkers to buy milk and something else… Continue reading Mistaken Identity

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Felling Our Life Tree – About Suicide

It sounds like a skeleton singing is how my eldest son described Macy Gray's voice when he was very much younger than he is now. The Letter sounds like a suicide note to me. I recently heard it said that suicide is a selfish act, yet a brave one too. Is it selfish? Is it… Continue reading Felling Our Life Tree – About Suicide

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Eulogy Grievances

What attitude would your lively mind adopt if it knew the glittering eulogy you're listening to, or reading, was written by the deceased before they passed away? I think your mind would think it's like that office worker who helps himself to his colleagues' packed lunches and bad-mouths them to management (the colleagues, not the… Continue reading Eulogy Grievances

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Solid Old

Nostalgia earns its brain space when it helps us retrieve aspects of ourselves we have forgotten to express and explore. I can be pretty goofy, and am often such with my sons, but I've become oh so grown-up in the rest of my chores-and-flaws life. I found my comical persona in a memory from my… Continue reading Solid Old