To my shame, I tried to go along to get along
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Suprise Me
Welcome to Splitsville. Population; Me
Prompted By Divorce
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To my shame, I tried to go along to get along
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Blended Generations
Prompted By Mind the Gap
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My dad was the youngest of eight children, my mother the youngest of four. They were 39 years old when they had me. I have first cousins whose children are older than me. There is a huge offset in the ages of the generations in my family, so the notion of “generations” is somewhat tricky.…
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Hanging Chad
Prompted By Ghosts of Elections Past
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How would the world be different if Gore had won that election? Alternative histories are notoriously difficult to predict.
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The Writing Life
Prompted By Why We Write
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The Writing Life Why do we write? For me words seem to come easily and I enjoy the writing process. (See Why I Blog) But here’s what some renown writers have to say about their writing life. “I write because I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of living … I must order my…
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Cowboys, by Andrew Tobias
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I was going through a stage, right? I was SUPPOSED to hate little girls when I was a little boy.
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The Day I met Bruce Springsteen
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For 40 years my life has intertwined with the music of Bruce Springsteen. On Tuesday I was priveledged to meet Bruce, and it led to a time of reflection on the past years of my life.
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One Day on Broadway
Prompted By Pills
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Later, she claimed that while she remembered being on Broadway, she had no idea why she had suddenly felt disconnected and isolated...
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To Sing In Perfect Harmony
Prompted By In the Band
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I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read music. I must have learned at about the same time I learned to read words, around three years old. It has always been a part of my life. I took piano lessons and then oboe lessons, but the thing I always liked the best was singing.…
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Predicting the Future
Prompted By Magazines
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The lies we told each other—and ourselves.