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Fully Sleeved, On My Sleeve

The tones ring out, again, at 3am. People seem to have a lot of emergencies, real or imagined, at 3am. Conversely, my tolerance for people who abuse the 911 system is at an all time low when you’ve roused me from a two hour catnap because you’ve stubbed your toe and somehow convinced the dispatcher… Read more »

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Cover Me Up

“Heart on the run/keeps a hand on the gun/You can’t trust anyone.” – Jason Isbell Where do we go when we need support and love as our hearts collapse and we can’t lift ourselves up alone? The faithful go to church, the introvert turns to a book, the songwriters craft soul-wrenching tunes that, when they… Read more »

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Language, Please

“If Only I’d….” There’s an old British adage out there, apparently, that says something like “tomorrow will never be as good as yesterday was.” If that is NOT a British adage, then it should be. That way of looking at life has defined the Lamenter for time immortal, and costs the person dearly, because they… Read more »

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Vaarwel Mijn Geliefde Vader

I should be happy that you’ve been released from the demons of this life that haunted you for so long. I should feel a burden lifted from my shoulders that your long and arduous journey is done. In my mind you left this world, my world, years ago, one of your medical conditions prompting a… Read more »

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Farewell, Sir.

When the phone call arrives from my mother on a weekday morning, the news is seldom good. “Uli, it’s Mom….” her voice trailing off, with a muted sob. “What is it Ma? What’s going on?”  “Well, the news is bad; Grandpa died this morning.”  At the firehouse, after all that has transpired this year, it… Read more »

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A Note Of Thanks

“Do you know what a soldier is, young man? He’s the chap who makes it possible for civilised folk to despise war.” – Allan Massie Since the concept was introduced by President Wilson in 1919 and made official in 1938, November 11th has held a sacred place in our national hearts as a date to… Read more »

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Rust & Redemption

Another in a long line of disappointments made this a Monday worthy of any number of cliches about Mondays. When we have troubles, they seem to compound rapidly and that uncomfortable sense of dancing in quicksand quickly tightens it’s grip with each misstep made. That these missteps take place on Mondays with an alarming frequency… Read more »

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Something Strange Afoot

Like most people in these clinically depressed economic times, I’m willing to do pretty much anything for a buck, as long as I get to keep 78% of my clothes on and there is nothing illegal about it. Shame? Shame has no place when you’re managing a double-digit bank account and kids with a fancy-macaroni-and-cheese… Read more »

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Damn You, Miserable Calendar

Remember when your birthday was so cherished? When the cake and ice cream and Coca Cola flowed from the cornucopia of the kitchen, and clowns and mimes and magic shows were what it took to satisfy your soul? Okay, those last three sound creepy and offensive and they were, and that’s okay, because we were so hopped… Read more »

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With Love

There’s not a person in this world who has your back more than she does, or should. When no one else believes in you, it is her voice on the end of the phone that reassures you that yes, you CAN do this. When your father kicks you out of the house, your mom is… Read more »