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(Part of a continuing series. See my recent PB entries for introductory background information.) Holding on to way too much “stuff” from my past, both recent and now-distant, has been a painful ...

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Lots of swirling emotions and fighting off feeling depressed by all the bad news in the world.  The Texas shooting has preoccupied me as I try futilely to understand how such a monstrous event ca...

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It’s been three months since I moved from Mom’s house downtown where I lived, and both worked full time and was caregiver for her during her last years as she suffered the effects of dementia, ol...

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Does anyone know how to download one’s diary here? I can’t seem to find any way to do it. I could have just stumbled past the obvious somewhere on the site, but so far no luck.

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…Repeatedly bring yourself back to yourself and  then, from within this present self-awareness, realize that instead of being connected to the “you” who is always struggling to get something, hop...

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This fortress of books and rooms
 surrounding me
 forms a rather simple maze
 For me to lose myself in,
 if I so desire.
 I cannot begin to process
 all that is stuffed
 into every available nic...

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When my brother and I were kids growing up in Jefferson Parish, Louisiana (next door to New Orleans), we loved to run and play outdoors like all kids of a certain age do. When you are six and eig...

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I wondered today, walking slowly along the road, how it was that so many simple things give me such exquisite joy. I saw a gray cat curled up on a window ledge in the morning sun, and stood look...

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I’ve always been fascinated and intrigued by flea markets and thrift shops. And, I like antique shops. but mainly if they have old books and retro collectible stuff from the Fifties and Sixties....

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I’ve always loved trees, ever since I was a child growing up in New Orleans. We kids spent a lot of time in quite imaginative play in our back yard. Against the fence back there were four tall h...

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It’s been almost 2 1/2 years now since Mom passed away after a long struggle with dementia. Not a day goes by they I don’t think about her, especially on Mother’s Day. Although she could rememb...

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When I was a newbie teacher of middle-school-age students 42 years ago in the Fall of 1980, I had spent the previous summer preparing to teach English literature, composition and grammar. It was...

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A rose by itself is every rose And this one is irreplaceable perfect, one sufficient word in the context of all things. Rainer Maria Rilke One of the really nice things about living where ...

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I had a bit of a jolt when I read something a fellow diarist posted a few days ago. I thought, “Is this really what it means to live alone when you strip away all the pretense and rationalizatio...

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I have taken many thousands of photographs over the years, but there have been only two instances where I spotted something amazing and mysterious in one of those photos. I have no “real”-world...

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I was walking at the state park yesterday when I saw a mother jogging on the path just ahead, coming in my direction, with what I am guessing was her 5-year old son on his little bike peddling...

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I’ve been stepping away from the madness of crowds, traffic and noise by visiting Magnolia Gardens for more that 40 years now. It’s enchanting, flower-filled pathways are known to me by heart. ...

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The past few weeks have been quite interesting and eye-opening, as well as tumultuous.  We had two serious offers on the house fall through because we are selling it as is, but one of them wanted...

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Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost o...

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Now that I’ve moved from the family house downtown that I became so closely acquainted with over the past 25 years, and where I lived for 12 of those years, one thing I miss most is the large fro...

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I woke up from a dream this morning. It was vivid, strange and a bit frightening. I was on a road trip to visit my parents Traffic was at a standstill in the lane ahead of me as I approached a h...

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Saturday was the kind of day in the country I long for, but rarely experience. There was this mysterious convergence of feelings and sensations while in the car driving, windows down, fresh air b...

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Life is full of chapters that we pass through quickly, but near the end, our progression speeds up dramatically as we realize there’s not that much time left to do all we want. Each chapter conta...

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As I drive around Charleston, I still see an occasional pop of brilliant red or pink azaleas, but mostly the annual bloom is gone now, but for the past month they put on a fabulous show around ou...

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Recently, another diarist wrote here about a former work associate who quit his job to start over in a new career because he had started “hearing voices.” Turns out he realized he was a medium ...

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