Feeling Better

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It has been a long time since I felt well; years now, since I retired early because my body simply stopped functioning as it should. I look back at the days when I woke at 5:30 a.m. and tumbled into bed at 11:30 p.m. or so and I marvel at how I just … kept going… for such a long time. Continue reading “Feeling Better”

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Grammy’s Rose Bush

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My grandmother was a devout and obedient French Catholic. Being extremely poor and little educated, my grandparents never made decisions the church might disapprove of without Continue reading “Grammy’s Rose Bush”

The Puzzle Pieces of My Mother’s Mind

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My Mom has always been one of those pragmatic types who never wasted a lot of time worrying about the deeper meaning of the universe. White is white. Black is Continue reading “The Puzzle Pieces of My Mother’s Mind”

The Long Process of Acquiring Common Sense

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I recall with absolute clarity walking home in the dead of winter with my sister from swim-team practice in my mid teens, hatless, winter parka hanging open, Continue reading “The Long Process of Acquiring Common Sense”

I Guess That Doesn’t Define Me Anymore

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Lately I have become a little fascinated with the scarring process. As I have gotten older, I have noticed that the innumerable little cuts and burns I get Continue reading “I Guess That Doesn’t Define Me Anymore”

The Unbearable Heaviness of ‘Stuff’

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The collection of ‘stuff’ has been an ongoing theme in my life, and it all started with my mother. A baby born at the end of the Great Depression, Mom was a collector of everything. Born into an extremely poor rural French Catholic family, she had to leave home at age 15 to get a job and to make a way for herself in the world. Education was (and is) a luxury that the poor could simply not afford. Continue reading “The Unbearable Heaviness of ‘Stuff’”

On Tinder, True Love and the Reading Glasses

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My daughter recently came for a visit and I was thrilled to drive her back to her home province with a car filled with things she needed for her apartment. Continue reading “On Tinder, True Love and the Reading Glasses”