The Autumn of My Memories

The summer heat of Florida is unrelenting on this first day of September. As I sit in the manufactured cool of my office, I gaze across the room at the wall calendar hanging gingerly from a pushpin, too small to…

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My Brother’s Room

The door at the end of the hall was a passageway to another world.  Closed more often than not, shutting out all interlopers, and shutting in a teenage boy already withdrawn and at odds with authority, particularly parental authority.  After…

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Turning On The Gratitude Switch

Is it really that easy, just turn on the gratitude switch and the limitless possibilities of a life well lived supplants this relentless, gnawing anger and frustration that has cast it’s web over me the last few constricting days, years? …

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Today Is All That I Have

This dawning day wasn’t met with the usual onslaught of relentless thought as so often is the case.  Those inaugural moments as the body and mind come to, come back from slumber land to the reality that is wakefulness, consciousness. …

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Rainy Day and Hot Chowder

We awakened to cold sea air blasting through the bay windows, curtains flying, straining against the curtain rod, and rain pelting the cottage roof, made all the louder for the lack of seasonal insulation.  Rainy days and vacation aren’t a…

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The Donut Story

They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, and so, an old, faded photograph of one special day in 1961 inspires me to share this memory.  Like the picture, my memory has faded, but glimpses of that ecstatic…

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Sunday Morning

This Sunday morning dawns like most days with the coffee percolating and the newspaper being organized into layers of importance, sports page always on top.  Sunday is made special  because of the memorable smell of the griddle heating on the…

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Morning Coffee

An impromptu visit to the home of friends on this chilly first weekend of autumn.  Just a quick few days out of the unrelenting heat of Southwest Florida. Awakening earlier than the rest of the house, before the solitude erupts…

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