Category Archives: narrative

Re-reading

Diarists, journalers, memoirists,  What do you feel, learn, and change in your present mind when you re-read your thoughts from the past?  If you are like me, you: cringe a little cringe a lot reminisce feel wiser now feel you … Continue reading

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Growth rings

New¬†casts an old shadow, a curtain that I pin to it. Wisdom compels and cajoles me to trace lines around the shade early and soon, and again in each season. It marks a contour, not a boundary, serving as neither … Continue reading

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Women’s March, Privilege, Cheap Shots, and Getting Muddy

I began writing this piece almost a month ago, and have decided to publish it now, albeit unedited. ____________ This past weekend was abundant with energy, excitement, rage, disappointment, and thoughtful growth.  Over the past few weeks, I have reflected … Continue reading

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Designed by

“What is your proudest moment?” The superlative is what stops this question in place, freezing it to hang just out of easy reach.  The most proud I have ever felt is a complicated notion, covered over with the growth and … Continue reading

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The Benefits of Boring

I am boring.  While it is debatable whether or not this is my most reprehensible quality, it is a great launching pad. Being boring has opened many doors during my admittedly dilettante life.  My boring traits have manifested in many qualities … Continue reading

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The God of Good Days

The storm crows met me this morning with melodies of alarm from my phone and from my wrist, calling for floods and earthquake weather. They hadn’t slept all night, attempting to breech the roof, walls and windows. Neither had I. … Continue reading

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A punk looks at his late 40s

Diving in rush-hour 5:30 PM traffic, I check my mirror and lean up to get a full view of my chin. My goatee is nearly 50% gray, the lines on my face deep grooves, borrowed from every LP I left … Continue reading

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