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Jul.20.2011
There’s something magical about the variety of instruments playing their own charts with the different tonal qualities and basic sounds and coming together in to create the harmony of the score. Yet, there is something close and personal in a solo performance.
I can enjoy the light chatter of a...
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Jul.02.2011
It’s real. It’s true. And I’m tired of it. I need a break.
The economy – not good. The elections – not good. The crime rate – not good. The nuclear energy problems – not good. The increase of heart disease, cancer, stroke, diabetes, bi-polarism, erectile dysfunction, osteoporosis, kidney issues,...
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Jun.28.2011
REGURGITATING WORDS
I’ve said the words to myself…but not out loud. I need to tell someone. A woman is keeping me up at night. I don’t know her. I’ve never met her – I haven’t even see a picture of her, but she haunts me day and night. Perhaps it’s because of the kind of inhumanity suffered;...
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Jun.21.2011
There was a time when my life involved little black dresses with diva-size earrings and Manhattans and jazz.
There was a time when I was told “you have a beautiful mouth and you use it well.”
There was a time when elegance and manners were popular; when we sipped champagne from crystal flutes while...
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Jun.19.2011
When I was just a little girlStanding maybe three foot two,Dancin’ with my daddyWas my favorite thing to do.
He’d crank up the old phonograph,And come to me and bow.He’d say,” Honey come and dance with me.”I’d say, “Daddy, I don’t know how.”
His smile was big. His eyes were brown.He’d wink at me...
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Jun.13.2011
I must go down to the sea. I must.
Perhaps it’s the combination of grit and smooth, cool and sun – warm on my bare feet - my human feet connecting with the sands of a thousand years that puts my life into perspective.
And wading slowly into waters that have touched many shores and ships and...
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Jun.12.2011
Standing at my kitchen window I see the moon. The fresh-picked basil and spinach leaves are draining in the colander. The aroma of the sliced peaches grilling is sweetly heady and sensuous.
I pick up the velvety leaves with both hands and breathe in their earthiness. I am revived. I check the...
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Jun.12.2011
I’m going to name my house. Well, maybe not my house, but my back yard.
The backyard that has held multiple tables for a medieval Yule, when a “king” from a different land visited and played the bagpipes, where each dish of the feast was heralded by a young squire. “My lords and ladies, the first...
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Jun.03.2011
Silky swirls of a soft saxophone fall across my shoulders and cause me to relax and link words together to string a necklace around the morning. I’m thinking of the ocean, I’m remembering how your hands – warm from the white sand felt touching my cool skin.
I remember being so close that I...
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May.14.2011
I’m afraid if I don’t write I will lose the words that are smooth, and rough and satiny and taste like warm brandy, or mudled fruit drinks, and glisten like diamonds and ripple like black velvet and hang heavy like rain-soaked wool and lift like gentle smoke from families’ hearths and soar...
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Nov.29.2010
when I was a young girl entering the workplace, my dad told me "be thou friendly, but not familiar." I recently remembered a jingle from one of the largest airlines. "Fly the Friendly Skies..." Perhaps now it should say "Fly the Familiar Skies...."
If TSA keeps...
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Nov.11.2010
Remembering our Vets!
Very few of us ever really get to experience soul-to-soul the kind of memories that involve two uniformed officers arriving at your door, "We regret to inform you. We see, read, and have it visualized for us with snippets of young widows clutching children the father will...
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Nov.07.2010
Is this part of it?
Feeling like a hockey puck has made a permanent home in my stomach.
Is this part of it?
Wanting to hear someone with your own accent.
Is this part of it?
Feeling ashamed that you complain your hot water only lasts 3 minutes, when so many others don’t even have hot water.
Is this...
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Oct.30.2010
It’s Autumn at home…they tell me. But I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think about large pumpkin colored orbs – real and faux, and brightly colored leaves, and genuine foliage of red and gold. I don’t want to even consider a fire in the old wood stove – which was my first act of...
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Oct.18.2010
It was busy day today. It was a very busy, too busy day. I was supposed to remain at the hotel. I had planned to write.
I had already had my coffee, and told Eunice that tomorrow morning I would be leaving.
I stopped to see grandfather koi. He swam over to me. I smiled. I look forward to...
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About Sharon
I live in the land of 'Pause...somwhere between middle-age and "let me help you across the street." However, that's only when I look in a mirror. All other times I think I'm 39. I'm Texas-born and California-raised. I married and raised my kids...
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