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(From the Memory Vault) Somewhere my love there will be songs to sing
Although the snow covers the hope of spring.
Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold
And there are dreams, all that you...

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I’ll never forget the morning of August 30, 2005, a day after a vicious hurricane named Katrina nearly destroyed my hometown of New Orleans, flooding 80 percent of the city with up to 20 feet of...

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Many years ago I lived in a small college town in North Carolina, near a large city, but not too close. It felt like it was a ways from everything. If it hadn’t been a college town, I would have...

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Unemployment is terrible. Whrn you’re out of work for months at a time, and you don’t have an illness or disability that prevents you from getting out, something as simple as an afternoon walk...

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Part 1 (Note : Although this is a rather lengthy entry compared to what I normally post, it represents only a portion of the entire ChatGPT discussion I had last night about a mysterious drea...

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Why is our memory so valuable to us? Beyond its obvious role for survival, let us focus on three key aspects: first, we take pleasure in remembering and reminiscing. Second, our memories help us...

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I recently listened once again to Otis Redding’s classic, “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay,” a song that never fails to bring back intense memories from 1968, and my first “real job.” It was rel...

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As the years pass without a visit back to the city where I was born and lived for the first 21 years of my life, I tend to think of it a little less often, except for when I read something about...

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Long the epitome of agrarian life, old wood barns are vanishing from the American landscape. Most of my lifetime has been spent in painting and writing, with the steadfast purpose of either revi...

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I talked to people who painted a magical picture of their nighttime world: of exquisite, profound solitude; of relief, of escape… Author not known It’s after 4 am as I’m writing the beginning ...

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Clouds are the ever-shifting architecture of the sky, a cathedral of vapor that reconfigures itself moment by moment. They float and billow with a majesty that belies their impermanence, summoni...

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I didn’t get my first computer, an Apple Performa, until 1996. I’ll never forget that night. It was a cool spring evening in March. I nervously marched into Office Depot to select and purchase...

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In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness. Sarah Orne Jewett Until we learn the lessons inherent in unp...

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What is solitude but the intentional keeping of one’s own Company. It is not loneliness, which is the temporary lack of comfort and solace apart from others. It is more akin to aloneness, that m...

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Clouds are the ever-shifting architecture of the sky, a cathedral of vapor that reconfigures itself moment by moment. They float and billow with a majesty that belies their impermanence, summoni...

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I can see him now, sitting in that easy chair in the book-lined room, facing the camera with that wise and all-encompassing intimacy with literature, culture and journalism that had been his hal...

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It’s been 5 1/2 years since my mother passed away at end of January 2020 at age 96. She suffered from diabetes and the grievous effects of slowly advancing vascular dementia for the last 15 yea...

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When I get older, losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine, Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I’d been out til quarter to three Would you lock the door?...

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I had no close friends my age when I was in high school, but I hung around with some of my brother’s friends, two years younger than me, who lived in the area. By association, we became friends....

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A winter’s day 
In a deep and dark December 
 I am alone 
Gazing from my window 
 To the streets below
 On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock 
I am an island I’ve built walls 
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The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth, One is nearer God’s heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth. Dorothy Frances Gurney The above quote appears at the entr...

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For some reason I have always had a fascination with, and sense of childlike wonder about, small town and city main streets, especially if they were called that. I had a more active imagination...

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The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach. Lin Yutang,
 Chinese writer,
1895-1976 … The world is too much ...

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What I think we should nurture in students is greater awareness of the fact that writing can be not only a shaper of the inner reality of their thoughts, but a shaper of their knowledge of the w...

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I recently read an article by the esteemed Southern writer, Tom Poland, about a place that has captured my imagination and photographic spirit of discovery since I first saw it in 1974 — the gh...

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