Tag: Life in South Florida
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Tempus Fugit: Hazy (But Happy!) Memories of Christmas 1972
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas time. – Laura Ingalls Wilder I wish I had vivid memories of my first Christmas as a permanent resident of the state of Florida after our unexpected…
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School, 1972 Revisited -(June 1983): Haiku #6
Springtime’s warm embrace Clasps the haunted wide schoolground First love’s promise smashed.
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School, 1972: Haiku #3
Morning sunlight shines Casting shadows of the big trees, Two hands tightly clasped.
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Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the Second
Last Time, on Remembering Cheryl T….. “You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.” ― John Green “There’s no love like the first.” ― Nicholas Sparks When I was nine years old and a third-grader at Coral Park Elementary School, I fell in love with…
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Tempus Fugit: Fractured Memories of Halloween 1972
“There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock and take all the sadness away, but I have the feeling that if I did, the joy would be gone as well.” ― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember Fifty years ago, when I was nine (going on 10) years old, I lived…
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Musings & Thoughts for Monday, October 17, 2022, or: Remembering Mom on Her 94th Birthday
Today – Monday, October 17, 2022 – would have been my mother’s 94th birthday. For me, this date has been bittersweet for quite some time. Sure, it is a sadder occasion now because Mom died on July 19 – a Sunday – of 2015, less than three months before her 87th birthday. But even during…
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Tempus Fugit – Hurricane Andrew + 30 Edition, or: Remembering the Day After Landfall, August 25, 2022
Andrew Plus 30 As I sit here in my dimly lit bedroom/writer’s room/mancave in Lithia, Florida, it is another stifling hot late August morning where the heat seeps through the walls and warms my stocking feet underneath my desk. And even though the temperature outside is “only” 85°F/30°C, the bright subtropical sun and the high…
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Tempus Fugit: or, Longing for All My Yesterdays in the Summer of ’22
Time’s Relentless March “It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.” ― Ally Condie, Matched As August 2022 reaches the two-thirds of the month mark and meteorological fall waits in the seasonal wings, my thoughts turn once again to the past, especially to the…
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Tempus Fugit – August of 1972 Edition: The End of Summer Vacation is Nigh & Back-to-School Angst
Tempus Fugit “I blinked my eyes and in an instant, decades had passed.” ― John Mark Green, Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems Fifty years ago this month, my mom, my older half-sister Vicky (who had recently rejoined us after a brief but disastrous attempt to live with our maternal grandaunt Gabriela and stay in Bogota),…
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Tempus Fugit – Summer of 1972 Edition, or: Sizzling Florida Weather Brings Back Memories – and Comparisons – of Summertime in South Florida
The Dog Days of Summer – which began on July 3 this year and are the hottest months of the year in the Northern Hemisphere – ended yesterday, but down here in the Tampa Bay area you would not know it. On this second Friday of August, it’s hot, humid, and uncomfortable for those of…
A Certain Point of View, Too 