Category: Creative Writing
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School, 1972: Haiku #2
For Cheryl T…Wherever She May Be Winter’s chill comes now Pink wool sweater warms your skin Teardrops fall like leaves
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Musings & Thoughts for Tuesday, September 6, 2022, or: After 11 Years, My Blogger Blog FINALLY Starts Paying Out
Well, it finally happened. Last night, while I was doing my weekly look at the AdSense account of the Blogger precursor to this blog, I noticed that after 11 years and 1,404 blog posts, I finally reached the $100 payment threshold necessary for Google to pay me the ad revenue generated by my content on…
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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…
