Light falling across a face
Dec 19, 2025

Light Falling Across a Face Reverand Marvel and Sarah arrived by train to London. Again, the fog followed Sarah. London was a big city. Yet, it felt orderly. There was something comforting about timeliness, cleanliness and tea. Sarah was bone…

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A girl like that is misunderstood
Dec 19, 2025

In my twenties, I was misunderstood. During the first couple years at college, I got along fine because, at the time, the idea of a good education was for freshmen and sophomores to study a wide range of subjects: art…

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Dec 19, 2025

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Hillary and Kamala
Dec 19, 2025

I have a sort of secret theory….one I keep secret for fear of being judged as too simplistic, too obvious, too prejudicial and part of the historically scoffed: It’s all because of our mothers. Well…..more to the point…it’s all because…

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The time was always wrong
Dec 18, 2025

Just a stream of consciousness reflection: Modern existence looks like running a gauntlet of surfaces that reflect your own image back to you at all times. You only ever learn to see yourself through others’ estimation. Even knowing that dented…

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The time was always wrong
Dec 18, 2025

Lee was a newspaper reporter at the Klamath Falls Herald, the biggest newspaper in sparsely populated southeastern Orgon. He convinced his editor to let him write a lot of stories about ranchers, cowboys and their old-fashioned communities, and grew close…

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Baby Knowledge
Dec 18, 2025

“Birth is but a sleep and a forgetting….”, my favorite line of Romantic Era poetry, from the soul and quill of that genius of understatement William Wordsworth! This lush Ode to Immortality tells us we come into this current mortal…

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some things he knew
Dec 17, 2025

if he was late for mess, there would be less to eat, it was better to shit early in ther morning and not a night when the vomit, piss and shit combined into the foulest of stenches.

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Dream on, Pollyanna
Dec 17, 2025

Yesterday, driving through San Francisco in the early evening on our way to a holiday party, my husband Kenji and I passed some memorable spots. Like the apartment where I lived when we first started dating. I liked it because…

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Light falling across a face
Dec 17, 2025

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If I stepped out of my body
Dec 17, 2025

If I stepped out of my body, I would gallop away from it and leave behind the broken part of my brain that has limited my life. I no longer drive, cycle or travel alone. I used to cycle hilly…

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Dec 17, 2025

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