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It’s nearing that time of year when people get all the family together for a few days of reunion, food, and fun. Or sometimes for awkward drunken scenes, reignited ancient grievances and arguments. Here’s wishing you the good kind of … Continue reading
I took a day trip yesterday to The Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge. It got me thinking about favorite day trips from my past. I remember when I lived in Loveland, Colorado. I would drive up the Big Thompson Canyon, … Continue reading
Oh, that car! It drove like part of my body. I just had to think a movement and that car would do it. It was a beauty, a powerhouse, a joy. The best car I ever had or ever will … Continue reading
So somehow Frank Sinatra sneaked into my playlist of female jazz vocalists on Pandora. I’d just listened to a big chorus singing “All that Jazz” and there he was. A male voice. I thought, well, I’ll listen carefully and see … Continue reading
The closet in the spare bedroom is home to old computers. A Commodore 64 sits at the bottom of the pile, with heaps of Macs, Dells, and huge portable phones piled atop it. Since nobody bothers to open the closet … Continue reading
Red cowboy boots. Grade 3. I loved those boots. I wore them so long I had to walk on my heels to keep my toes from hurting because I’d outgrown them. I felt tough in those shoes. I was Annie … Continue reading
She began to lose the memories she’d carried all her life as she approached 80. The wonder of it was, without all those painful traumas rattling around in her head, a more joyful younger self came to the fore. She … Continue reading
When we went through the backpack of the dead woman we found under the bridge, there was nothing there but dog-eared copies of stolen library books. She had no ID, no clothing, nothing but books. The Harry Potter books and … Continue reading
“What does the secretary do?” I asked. “Take a few notes at the meetings and then read them at the next meeting. It’s just keeping records of what we do.” “Oh, that doesn’t sound too hard. Okay. I accept the … Continue reading