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Dec.11.2012
I've always been funny about names. I think it stems from being left nameless, known simply as The Baby for the first few months of my life. I was last in a line of six, born in the middle of a party of much too much -- excess, indulgence, neglect, and tragedy. Still, it seems like a name isn't too...
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Dec.06.2012
Let me tell you about Peter Bagley’s eyes. Peter was a classmate, I guess, because I knew him by name & remember his wide face and his gray eyes even today. I have this photographic memory moment, tape loop, in motion, full color & sound image locked in my mind today over half a...
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Dec.05.2012
And worth of every birth now you know the meaning of non-sense I guess that helps you Turn your nerves tense… neetu valia
I knew nothing as boy
As I had all kind of toys
Colorful and along with new bride
With complete joy and pride to hide
You were nearby
Liked by me always to...
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Dec.05.2012
And worth of every birth now you know the meaning of non-sense I guess that helps you Turn your nerves tense… neetu valia
I knew nothing as boy
As I had all kind of toys
Colorful and along with new bride
With complete joy and pride to hide
You were nearby
Liked by me always to...
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Nov.05.2012
I began to call this a recovered memory but that sort of sets up as something that was repressed. That's not the case with this memory. It's one of those that lie in my city of thoughts in a dark, unusued building full of such memories. This week, being in bed, I wandered through...
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Oct.31.2012
Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays; my other favorite is Valentine’s Day.
I think my favorite part of Halloween during childhood was trying to decide what I was going to be—and of course knocking on doors and collecting candy.
I have a photo that my mother took at my grandparent’...
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Oct.24.2012
Any type of creative expression, whether the end result is “good” or “bad” is healthy for our whole being.
I am reminded of an older woman that I met years ago. Our paths crossed for one brief summer and then our paths separated and we went our own ways. She was a great woman and had quite a mind—...
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Oct.06.2012
October 6
REMEMBERING
Remembering is the oxygen my brain pumps to my soul. Remembering gives me mobility and traction. Everything in my life that is positive depends on my remembering. It keeps apathy at bay and complacency locked in some far off...
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Sep.23.2012
Mom called today. Left a message.
Her number comes up as 'Out of Area'. We're suspicious of unidentified, 'out of area' callers. They've proven to be solicitors and marketers. But my wife checked the message and confirmed, "It's your mother."
I listened to her message. "Nothing...
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Sep.21.2012
… memory and place …
I never thought I would live in one place for 23 years, and tend a garden. Its visiting creatures provide inspiration and amusement. I cast tendrils of attachment to secret corners, the changing patches of colours and textures. I observe the cherry and apple...
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