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Jan.01.2013
January 1
Lie
Yes, a lie is just a lie, but the truth also has problems. I relay the facts and the words take on a life of their own, leave out the backdoor and walk on down the road. They move to another town and never find time to come back for a visit even...
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Nov.13.2012
Contrary to many grammarians (grammaticists?, grammaticians?), I have to agree with Lance Armstrong on this at least: "laying around" is now proper American English usage.
'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor...
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Jan.01.2011
January 1
Lie
Yes, a lie is just a lie, but the truth also has problems. I relay the facts and the words take on a life of their own, leave out the backdoor and walk on down the road. They move to another town and never find time to come back for a visit even though, I am...
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Oct.18.2010
When I wrote PROFILE OF A GOOD SHIT, it never crossed my mind that anyone would be offended enough by the title to cause the letter H and the letter I in the word SHIT to be replaced with a couple of asterisks but they were.
At first I was pretty incensed that the moderator did that and wrote a...
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Jan.01.2010
January 1
Lie
Yes, a lie is just a lie, but the truth also has problems. I relay the facts and the words take on a life of their own, leave out the backdoor and walk on down the road. They move to another town and never find time to come back for a visit even though, I am their mother. And...
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Dec.28.2009
Legacies in our lives:
1. People name who most moved their lives with titles of parent, grandparent, other relative, teacher, coach, priest and the like.
2. My dog Princess was run over by a train and I thought I would die, too. By nightfall, though, with my Dad's help, I was laughing.
3. Mrs....
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Mar.18.2009
We were in my brother-in-law's car. A big, German, expensive car which my grandmother would have called "fancy." My brother-in-law, Ike, was driving, his apricot toy poodle perched on his forearm, front paws on the open window. His favorite CD, The Best of Air Supply, was playing and...
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Jul.30.2008
I remember the days when people used to write something–a novel, a newspaper column, whatever–and it stood. Absent some blatant factual error, what you read was what you got.
The same used to be true about what people said, particularly famous people, who speak a lot, in public, with people...
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