Of Thee I Sing

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posted May 28, 2016


I recently realized that my lifetime struggles with singing mirror exactly my lifetime struggles with self-acceptance and self-expression. What a cliché. From the age of 5 or 6, singing was a source of joy, of wings for me. Apparently, my rendition at the age of 6 of My Favorite...

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On Being a Tortoise

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posted Mar 25, 2016


  “I was the tortoise.” My father announced this at the dinner table one day, after one discussion led to another, and ultimately to Aunt Betty and Uncle Gene. My father, Stanley, was a man of few words, except when he was telling a story. When he was telling...

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The Surprise Plate

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posted Jan 24, 2016


There have been a few things about raising my children I have been a genius at, though, to be honest, these were more of the my-god-they-are-such-gullible-newbies variety and not so much of the I-must-get-them-to-understand-this variety. My most genius invention was the surprise plate.  Even more so than the secret...

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Making the Choice, No Matter What Happens...

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posted Jan 11, 2016


“We’ll always keep in touch, no matter what happens.” “I’ll never betray you, no matter what happens.” “I’ll always love you, no matter what happens.” These are things we all say in a moment of raw, intense feeling.  We really mean the first part; boy do we mean it!...

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Grateful

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posted Dec 29, 2015


These days, I reserve the word grateful for those things that bring a stab of pain to my heart as it overfills. If you find a pop tart left behind in your pantry by your ravenous kids you might feel a small rush of glee contemplating how you get...

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Atonement

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posted Oct 27, 2015


Over my life a particular memory visited me from time to time. Whenever it came, I always gave it its due attention. But it seemed to serve no purpose other than replaying a long ago hurt and, despite the gentler perspective granted with age and experience, always triggered the...

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