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Monday, May 29, 2017

The aftermath of honesty

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The problem with honesty is . . . it is not allowed. Before you jump to the conclusion that I was raised by wolves, I, like most of you, ...
Sunday, May 21, 2017

No more teachers, no more books, no more office ladies' dirty looks

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Driving to the high school with my son one last time, I pull into his parking spot. As our only son who ever had a parking spot, and only b...
Friday, March 17, 2017

"This is Us" and why I watch it

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With many people posting about "This is Us" and talking about it, I figured I would watch an episode after the fact, to determine...
Sunday, March 12, 2017

it's who you know

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"It's not what you know, but who you know that matters," is a phrase that has been proven true more often than not. If I had ...
Saturday, January 14, 2017

the tale of the red leather handbag and other life lessons

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There aren't many things in life I need to be happy, except for maybe a quality red leather handbag. It all started when I was given a ...
Saturday, November 26, 2016

a string of broken lights and an apology

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Stopping at a light on an early Saturday morning in my quiet, still-asleep city, I look over at a boarded up building, closed for business,...
Sunday, November 6, 2016

being known

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Yesterday I went to an art show in an artist's backyard. I don't know her personally, and may not have had a conversation with her,...
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