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Mar.24.2012
Measuring 67 miles in length and 12 miles in width at it's longest and widest places, Okinawa, Japan was my home for 30 months, beginning in May of 1983. I find myself often reflecting back to that world that was experienced by young soldier in the US Army.
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Mar.19.2012
Recently I finished listening to the book An Object of Beauty, by Steve Martin. I have to say he is a very intelligent writer, at least that is the word that pops into my head as I am listening to his words. The book was about a lady, Lacey, that is involved in the world of fine art, in...
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Mar.14.2012
We have a big kettle of memories that settle inside us on simmer, quietly refusing to reach boil, reluctant to allow the whistle to blow, content to, most of the time at least, allow nothing to touch them, to disrupt the mellow sense of acceptance. Now and then though they do surface and it is only...
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Mar.04.2012
The early morning tweet from my son had me jumping out of bed. The crew was southbound and was only an hour away from our home. I had not even started on the food much less had a cup of coffee!
The "five guys" rolled in about 9:30 a.m. They stumbled into the house blurry eyed and sleep...
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Mar.03.2012
Tonight I walked through the grocery store with a purpose- to purchase enough food to feed five hungry men lunch tomorrow. The "Five Guys," (my son and his four roommates), are heading south to enjoy their spring break in Daytona Beach. Since my house is on the way, I decided to offer lunch...
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Feb.21.2012
The newest thing is Pinterest. In the last couple of weeks it seems as if everyone is "pinning." I took a look to find out what all the fuss was about.
It was fun to scroll through the boards, "liking" travel photos, hairstyles and jewelry. Yesterday after writing my blog post, I continued thinking...
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Feb.21.2012
'I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.'
~ Seamus Heaney
When I entered room 7 at Bernice Curren Elementary in Oxnard California, I entered as a bright-eyed fourth grader eager to learn about the plight of the Native Americans and...
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Feb.21.2012
Easter 1961
Trying to find something to write about today and so I decided to look through some pictures to jog a memory or two. This picture is in front of the first house I remember as a child. This was Easter 1961 before we moved to Arkansas for a year. Daddy build that fence and gave me a LOVE...
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Feb.20.2012
Figure clad in black walks down the narrow road at barely past seven a.m. and I watch him disconsolate to see his head cast down, his hands in the pockets of his useless raincoat, a scurry to his frame. I close the blinds and carry on thrusting myself into the day where loss waits for me like a...
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Feb.14.2012
On Saturday, while T. was at her ice skating lesson, I took L. to run a few errands with me. We took a roundabout way to the stores, because I had to stop for gas and for money. Our route took us through a particular neighborhood—one we used to drive through daily when we lived in our old house. We...
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