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Graduating Again
I have a nephew who is graduating high school. “That” is on my mind, the whole kicked-out-of-the-nest moment, where you can’t stay, gotta go, but go where, go how, go for what ‘n why…
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The Gift Of Without
Without my past, what stranger would I now be? Without my past, what armor would I be missing, what foundation would I stand upon, what great knowing would be greatly unknown? Without smiles,
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Spring In Louisiana
Dear Louisiana, you do narrow us down. Even with school out, you make us do math in summer, multiplying heat x humidity. Your falls aren’t official. It can still be 80 at Thanksgiving, and
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The Pendulum Swings To Pink: The Feminization Of America
How It Was: 1960’s, my brother yelps, wasp got him. Grown men are near. Mr. Murphy, the oldest man, reached into his mouth and pulled out his spit soaked chew of tobacco and slapped
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Forgiveness
I write as an amateur on the subject. I have wronged, I have been wronged, but who hasn’t? At present I am neutral, knowing of nobody I owe, nor anyone who owes me.
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A Birthday Gift Of Perspective
I went to the cemetery on my birthday. (As first sentences go…) It was a red cheek day in January, full sunny, a north breeze slowed by trees, speeding up once it got into
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The Foundation Of A Slow, Hard Start
I was the child of That man and That woman, in the great random of When and Where, raised up in Those years, under Those circumstances, and taught a Particular way of looking at
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Fruit Of The Valley
SHS Class of ’83, full of quality kids, my sister had hopes of giving the commencement speech. She came hope dejected, told our father that they’d “only” given her the benediction… Hear her father
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Do I Believe In My Book?
I have a marketing degree. Turns out I hate selling…things I don’t believe in. Armed with my college sheepskin, I ventured off to Dallas to enter the Land of Adults. I got a job
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The Making Of A Book
Years ago, a nephew’s high school graduation, I’m up in the nosebleed section of the Civic Center, numbed with boredom. The caps, the gowns, the ritual, the same speeches that I heard, Future of
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