Monthly Archives: June 2018

DANDELIONS

It was the first flower I knew. And when it went to seed I blew it – EVERYWHERE I knew nothing about its disdain – how our neighbors tried to stop me. And to this day do not know where … Continue reading

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BLINDS IN A BAY WINDOW

With but a little light tug on a string and thirty slats of a blind are maneuvered to determines how the sun will shine here behind a great bay window – our bay window that actually faces a bay. All … Continue reading

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THE FADING MOON

I do not see the moon any more – or hardly ever. It had become something special to me shining in my life from time to time with its unique light that not only compelled my eyes to pay attention … Continue reading

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BANANA

The bright yellow banana lay cradled in a bowl of beauty — all by itself. I walked by, resisting the first motions of saliva on my tongue that introduced temptation. But that ended with some hesitation and soon I found … Continue reading

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WORRYING

The old days (way back when I had a previous life) my friends and I used to wonder why the sun behaved in a way that scared us. In the middle of summer when we thought we all might melt … Continue reading

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TWO DOORS

Our large dinning hall that faces the Bay with windows almost everywhere has, at its back, two revolving doors – each which seems with appropriate markings: IN for one and OUT for the other. One of the things I do … Continue reading

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REMEMBERING

How do I decide what to remember – what to forget? I don’t spend much time pondering this phenomenon – it just happens somewhere in my mind where selections are taking place with, and sometimes without my choosing. If I … Continue reading

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WHAT?

When Mae West said: “Too much of a good thing is wonderful” — what did she have in mind? I know that the 129 year old woman who lives in Russia and was recently brought into fame because of her … Continue reading

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WE’LL SEE

When our father didn’t want to answer questions put to him by his pestering children he would often say “We’ll see”. That’s the way much of our future has to be looked at. Those of us who are impatient can’t … Continue reading

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BEING MORE THAN I AM

Fame flirted with me hoping I might resist, I think. I didn’t. Fame then backed away and I was left standing alone. But I can still feel the feeling of being more than I am. It’s something I remember and … Continue reading

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