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Continue reading →: The Way I See Sometimes. It Ain’t Pretty.
I misplaced my rose colored glasses. The world is in a hand basket on its way somewhere. The world is all that it is cracked up to be. Cracks, cracks, cracks, and the humans are racing to tape and mud and sand and prime. He’s got the whole world…
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Continue reading →: To Area 51 and Beyond!
I stepped into area 51 and set my phaser on stun. An alien nation was what I suspected. My presumptions stuttered as I reflected. The stargate malfunctioned and my foot landed with caution. I tried to say something heavy handed like “The Eagle has landed.” The…
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Continue reading →: One Space; The Final Frontier
I was told that the new norm in writing is one space after punctuation. Why? Is it to save some trees? Is it for less wear and tear on the space bar? Is it because we no longer have time to breathe between sentences? The sentences are…
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Continue reading →: Remains of a Day. Part Two of Three
Throughout the day, April 27th 2012, my mother’s 83th birthday, a thread wove through an e-mail my brother Pete sent to his siblings. He attached some thoughtful words of a scene from the past. In it he recalls an interaction with our mother. In essence, he wrote that he basically…
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Continue reading →: Remains of a Day. Part One of Three.
My mother’s ashes were carefully poured into several small popcorn paper bags. The bags were evenly divided into two mom-made Christmas stockings. One with the name “Mom” and a small jingle bell dangling and the other with the name “Russ” with a small jingle bell dangling. Russ was her second…
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No more snooze button. A slit in one eye was enough. When coffee doesn’t make itself my feet and one eye suffices. When I opened the door, there stood the cat. My foot brushed his abdomen and he trotted in front of me. I walked and he strolled and I…
Gerald the Writer 