Category: Alex Diaz-Granados
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On Writing and Storytelling, or: How I Spent My Friday Afternoon – Revising, Rewriting, and Re-Publishing ‘Reunion’
“Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” ― Louis L’Amour Today I spent several hours revising – first on Word, then on Kindle Create – my short story Reunion, which I originally wrote in 1998 but waited 20 years till I could self-publish through Amazon’s CreateSpace…
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Tempus Fugit – 1972 Edition, or: Musings on the Ephemeral, Imperfect, and Malleable Nature of Memory
“Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.” ― Guy de Maupassant As the Dog Days of Summer 2022 near their finale – they began on Sunday, July 3, and will end on Thursday – I am struck by the concepts of memory, how…
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering the House at 1001 in Coral Estates Park
Half a century ago this week, in the Miami suburb of Westchester, my mother and I moved into the house we would call “home” for the next five years – a one-story, 1505 square foot, single-family house that sat on a 7,777 square foot lot: 1001 SW 102nd Avenue. Built in 1963, the house was…
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Tempus Fugit: July of 1972, or: Things I Remember from Midsummer of ’72
Tempus Fugit. It’s hard to believe, but 50 Julys ago, I was a nine-year-old boy, living in South Florida with my widowed mother in a small apartment in Sweetwater far removed from the lifestyle – and the family we left behind – we had enjoyed in Bogota, Colombia. Four months earlier, less than a week…
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Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, March 8, 2022, or: On Hitting the Half-Century Mark After a Life-Changing Event…and Unreliable Memories
Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s early afternoon in Lithia, Florida, on Tuesday, March 8, 2022. It is a hot early spring day in the Tampa Bay area. Currently, the temperature is 88˚F (31˚C) under partly sunny skies. With humidity at 61% and the wind blowing from the south-southwest at 6 MPH (10 KM/H), it feels…
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Thoughts of Thanksgivings Past, or: My Very Worst, Very Bad Thanksgiving Story of All Time
Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s late morning here in my corner of west-central Florida on Tuesday, November 23, 2021. It is a chilly – by Florida standards, at any rate – day. Currently, the temperature is 58˚F (14˚C) under sunny skies. With humidity at 68% and the wind blowing from the north at 11 MPH…
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Musings & Thoughts for Monday, November 22, 2021, or: Pondering a Wayward Relative’s Situation in the 2021 Holiday Season
Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s late morning here in my corner of west-central Florida on Monday, November 22, 2021. It is a gray and cool autumn day. Currently, the temperature is 68˚F (20˚C) under cloudy skies. With humidity at 96% and the wind blowing from the north-northwest at 6 MPH (10 KM/H), the feels-like temperature…
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On Poetry: ‘Where Time’s Winds Blow’
I rarely write poetry. I am, first and foremost, a writer of prose, with a side dish of screenwriting added for good measure. Poetry is a genre that I don’t tackle much because I always feel like, “Nah. This is drivel. It doesn’t sing.” In today’s parlance, poetry, my friend, is not in my comfort…
