Monthly Archives: February 2015

FINGERTIPS

If it weren’t for my fingertips making all those calculated hits upon my keyboard I’d be deprived of my connections to the folks I’m counting on to gaze upon the stuff that I explore hoping I’ll not be ignored . … Continue reading

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MY OLD HOUSE

When I heard that the house we once lived in was about to be razed I felt very sad though I left that house to join the Navy back in 1945 — seventy years ago.   I was ten when … Continue reading

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FICKLE TIME

Time seems to be so fickle — going slow when we are waiting and speeding up when we are joyful  — even standing still — stopping like a broken clock or hastening as the pages of a calendar are torn … Continue reading

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MY MODEST MISTAKE

I must awaken earlier and earlier to catch the glow in the eastern sky.   And that I have done since the last solstice — almost religiously.   But the other day misreading red numbers not far from my sleepy … Continue reading

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CREATING A METAPHOR

It was a difficult time indeed: to be tied hand and foot and left on the yellow line on a country road — left near a curve — on a hill   I did not know which way the traffic … Continue reading

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SELF PITY

Pity me for I am in a pity mode — perhaps a pity mood, as well.   It’s not YOU I pity now — I pity me, you see — the kind requiring self to be the one who feels … Continue reading

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THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Between the time my grandmother was born and I  was in graduate school nearly 4,000 black people were lynched in the good old USA.   And, I never knew about it until many years later when I moved to a … Continue reading

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EARLY SOME MORNINGS

To go or not to go — that is “the question” or at least “a question” sometimes.   Is it better to refrain and if I do will I remain the same or be of a greater stature made by … Continue reading

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THE EGRETS

The egrets poke along in the yard stabbing the earth every now and then with their curved beaks — stopping, then moving along — round and round for a little while — finally vanishing from my vision.   As far … Continue reading

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ICE CREAM

When I first thought of it I could not Google because my fingers held a residue of an ice cream sandwich.   But, given time my fingertips engaged history and I saw that the  Chinese were out in front, making … Continue reading

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