It’s me. I’m still here.

It’s amazing how quickly time passes.  Although I’d like to say that’s a good thing in some cases, for the most part, I’d rather it didn’t.  There has to be a balance between wanting a phase in one’s life to come to a conclusion and simply embracing it. In the last many months, I think…

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Coherence?

I shouldn’t be writing now.  I definitely shouldn’t be writing this right now.  I’ve just put in a nice 12-hour day and if I want to sound coherent, then I should have some time to collect my thoughts.  Unfortunately there are too many wanting to crowd the space on this page, urging me to put…

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Thinking with asterisks

William Zinsser says, “To write well about your life you only have to be true to yourself.” I knew that.  It doesn’t make it easier to choose to delve into something I don’t feel like delving into, however, and I recognize all the signs of avoidance — like grabbing my broom to rid the stairs…

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Being Thirteen

I was ugly when I was thirteen.  I don’t remember if I thought so then, but sorting through old photos proves it:  I went from innocent beauty to zit-ridden adolescent in three short years.  Add chubby to that as well, and the image is complete.    It was no wonder that Peter McClueless didn’t know I…

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