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~:: Nests ::~
Once upon a time, now a very long time ago, we children regularly travelled to Chicago to get our teeth fixed. I think about that now—we were living in New York—how impressive that could have sounded: “Hey, I’d LOVE to … Continue reading
~:: What Happened on Monday ::~
First, may I say that I am growing to hate capchas of any kind with a deep and abiding hatred? Well, I am. And the darned things are getting longer. Isn’t there another way? Counter-bots that follow the dang spammers … Continue reading
Posted in A little history, Family, Gin, Journeys, Seasons, snow, The g-kids, The kids, The outside world, whining
Tagged blizzard, Chaz, Dad, driving, Gin, Kris, Murphy, Santa Fe, Teeth
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~:: Flying South ::~
Going to visit my family down south is always a complicated thing for me. For one thing, it’s kind of going home, but not. We moved to that house just before I left for college, so I didn’t live there … Continue reading
~:: Christmas Morning 2010 ::~
Christmas Eve at my brother’s beautiful house. For decades, we were alone up here, all of both our families states and states away. But then G’s sister and brother moved here, and my brother. Suddenly – family! My brother explained … Continue reading
~o:> Prelude to Two Kisses
Kiss One: Kiss Two: And this is how it all came about: The little family, waiting at the airport. The plane: 35 minutes late. Chaz and L, happy. Happy again. This is a better shot of both, but I loved … Continue reading
Remembering
WW l Thanks Daddy Jim for putting your life on the line. For wearing the uniform and saving the burning airplane and doing what you had to so that my kids could be free to choose. I hope I have … Continue reading
Posted in A little history, Epiphanies and Meditations, Family
Tagged Dad, Daddy Jim, freedom, military
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July: not just fireworks
It’s not easy to write about life at the same time you are living it. What did Wordsworth say? Poetry is strong emotion as recollected in tranquility? Yeah. Tranquility. A poet who was obviously not a mother. Because I … Continue reading
Posted in Epiphanies and Meditations, Family, Images, Just life, Texas, The g-kids, The kids, Visits
Tagged Dad, family, Gin, grandkids, Keven
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remember
My dad, the fly boy. He came home safely. There are two things I cannot look at straight on, two things of terrible beauty that cost the heart almost more than it can bear. One of them is the atonement. … Continue reading
Texas Smackdown
I had a great time in Texas. My dad has made himself a very pleasant nest, baching it like a pro. And while he says that the one thing that disturbs him is opening a … Continue reading
A Little Thanks
Some years ago, I opened my soul to a person I had thought of as a very good friend: “At the very first sense of chill in the evening air, the very first whisper of Autumn, do you find yourself … Continue reading
Posted in Epiphanies and Meditations, Family, Just life, Seasons, Visits
Tagged Dad, rutabaga, Thanksgiving
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