historical fiction writer, amateur photographer, retired computer guru and math geek
My fiftieth high school reunion was held in August of last year. At first I wasn't sure I'd go--I'd been to all the previous reunions: five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty--were there others? I even organized the first few before handing over the reins to our class president. But this time, I thought--what's the difference? I … Continue reading Fifty Years… Really?
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There's something that happens to many of us as we grow older. We gain a sense of self. By that I mean we at last understand and accept that we are who we are. We stop worrying about what others think, whether we should do something or not because it's "expected" or "what everyone else … Continue reading Observations of an Old Fogey
A few months ago, I reported on our three old dogs, Kody 17, Emmit 15, and Riley 15, and our cat JellyBean. Things change. We lost Emmit shortly after that post. In late August we decided it was time to let Kody cross the "Rainbow Bridge." Only Riley remains of the three old dogs. He … Continue reading Update: Three old dogs…
When my partner, Charlie, and I merged households a few years back, I arrived with a dog to add to the two he already had. Mine was a beagle named Riley, about four years old. He had two pugs—Grace and Emmit—about the same age. Fast forward eleven years: Grace is no longer with us but … Continue reading Three Old Dogs and a Kitty
Have you noticed the image at the bottom of my homepage? That's not just some random clip art. It's an image designed by my daughter that is meant to be a wrist tattoo (that I might actually get some day), and it has an important significance to me. Several years ago I was seeing a … Continue reading Symbols of Me
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