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In the land of mashed, fried and dipped, too many spuds is just an opportunity
New stories up on the webisphere. Check out “A Thing of Beauty” at the Barzakh magazine, a story that I’m quite proud of. Also, a new absurdity at the Potato Soup Journal (yes,…
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It’s not that hard to just do nothing — and enjoy it
Even though I am what is called “retired,” my life often reflects a frenetic quality. Not yesterday. On Monday, April 12, 2021 — a day that shall go down in … well, not…
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Responding to a response to a response to a letter sent to the world
I’m not much of a social media person. I like direct contact, which is why I will fire off an e-mail note to someone whose work or other actions has been particularly impressive.…
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The finest line
When is it abuse, and when is it guided introduction to the mysteries of life? When is it “criminal,” and when is it a rite of passage? There’s a fine line between the…
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Letter to my son and his lady friend after a long and late night with
Dear Max and Hannah (please share this with her; I don’t have her e-mail), We’re alive. Up, finally, and pouring coffee to the veins. Arrived home at 11:30, then decompressed with whiskey and…
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Exit signs
My dog and I were out in the circle early this morning, when my neighbor emerged from her house with her dog, Lucky. Jane had been laid off several months earlier from her…