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The only sin is quitting.
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fog in the valley in These titles mean nothing.
Feast of All Saints in These titles mean nothing.
This is my favorite holiday. Or perhaps tomorrow is. Today is the Feast of All Saints - every soul in heaven is celebrated. We must know some of them. Tomorrow is the Feast of All Souls. It ...
Tuesday - after Columbus day in These titles mean nothing.
I sit here and watch the world crumble. My corner’s not. that bad. It’s semi-good. But the rest of the world is not much fun to look at. I’m reading a Tracy Kidder book. Strength in What R...
This is in These titles mean nothing.
Tell me Tell please Tell me what you want to tell me Tell me what I need to know. Make me Make me happy Make me glisten like a morning rose Dew dropped, fragrant, the color of tomorrow. Help me H...
Gracie/Mommy poem III in These titles mean nothing.
We have had a life The dog and the woman Gracie and Mommy It’s lasted from when the factory closed Until almost no one remembers anymore. Walks and runs, naps and pants Time that lasted forever Y...
I don't blame you if you're... in These titles mean nothing.
… tired of me. There seems to be no end to the past I want to dredge up or the present I want to expand upon. But here’s Bill Moyers and Sherman Alexie. Oh and last night I watched a movie call...
Late summer hay... in These titles mean nothing.
.... raked in windrows. … from the tractor. … tractor and baler. … wagon with bales - cow candy. There were seven or eight big round bales too. The pictures aren’t quite the way I’d take t...
Twenty things about my mother... in These titles mean nothing.
She was Irish. She was Catholic. She was smart. She prized neatness. She wanted big things from/for me. Her hair got gray early. She had been a country school teacher. She liked her garden and h...
How blue the sky... in These titles mean nothing.
Hard things in These titles mean nothing.
This is Gracie. I have hands. I can put words in the keyboard. I can tell you what’s inside a dog. Mommy lies on the floor and licks the sore on her arm Mommy finally know who I am, she knows H...
My mother's handwriting & January 3, 1961 in These titles mean nothing.
January 3, 1961 - 10:15 P.M. - Desk Today was a pretty big day. School isn’t really too bad after all. During English class we were to write a piece of creative writing. I wrote on ‘1961 The U...
My house and Sassy in These titles mean nothing.
Does anyone remember Sassy Brujur - that might have been her name, it might not have been. She was a great Open Diary-er, an Englishwoman living in Spain. She had a guest house and she was alw...
Peanut butter and crackers in These titles mean nothing.
If Gracie could be human one night And I could lie on the floor waiting If Gracie had hands that could spread The peanut butter and offer it to me I’d ask for another and another again And she wo...
today in These titles mean nothing.
Have a cow... and her friends in These titles mean nothing.
These are at away pasture. Jim says they come home Monday. I will have to help. Wish me luck. Wish Jim luck. Wish the cows luck. Thanks for all that luck wishing. ps I like cows when t...
Three things, approaching midnight, a week into September in These titles mean nothing.
I got out of bed to fire up the computer, to look for youtubes. It’s cold enough for socks, an extra sweatshirt and a stocking cap. I left Annie’ Proulx’s Wyoming stories in my bed. They mak...
My friend, Archie the Suffolk..... in These titles mean nothing.
..... posted this on Twitter this morning. It’s Friday. The sun is coming up. I think I have to go to town today.
Three things - in These titles mean nothing.
The mail is back. I sent Katie and someone else letters. I feel kind of neutral about the death of Queen Elizabeth II. I’d really like a walk and nobody or nothing is stopping me. Fir...
One grandson and two other things in These titles mean nothing.
I miss my diet Pepsi. In the last selkie movie “Ondine”, the main character was trying not to drink and there wasn’t an Alcoholics Anonymous in his town, so he would go the priest in the con...
Ok guys... in These titles mean nothing.
… do me a favor, please. Tell me why you don’t like Updike. Emphasis on why/what you don’t like. Thanks greatly.
Good Day in These titles mean nothing.
Thank you all for your good (and otherwise) advice. I compiled it for my writer’s group and it was popular. The ‘don’t gain more than 5 lbs after marriage’ got a laugh. I have leftover...
I'm grateful for .... in These titles mean nothing.
Beautiful perfect weather. More time with Gracie. Beef stew.
Ideas? Input? All welcome in These titles mean nothing.
Next week’s writing topic is best/worst advice you’re gotten from a parent or other adult. After some thought, all I’ve got is: My dad telling me to leave the car in second gear till I got to t...
What's more important? in These titles mean nothing.
loyalty? or variety?
More Rodney - young this time in These titles mean nothing.
He was Cash’s soninlaw. Roseanne’s hubby. Somebody left somebody. Oh and one more. I associate this song with Waylon.... but it’s Rodney’s. End of this one above has an L-shaped piano. H...
