Regrets -Part 1

I know that Sinatra said he had too few regrets to mention. That isn’t me. The reason I labeled this as Part 1 is because I will inevitably want to list more and more regrets. My first regret: Not telling Sandy more...

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I always won

One way or another,I always seemed to win in the final rendering. Even when I was down, even when I seemed to be kicked in the teeth, I seemed to overcome it. I always thought it was intelligence or perseverance; maybe I...

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Favorites

I can admit that of my two fur babies that my little Noodle has become my favorite, even though we have had Honey longer and have had her since she was a little itty-bitty puppy. For the longest time, I have thought it is...

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Happy Birthday My Love

This is your first birthday since you passed away. Happy birthday, my love. Last year’s birthday was supposed to be a quiet affair. You were feeling a little under the weather but you decided you wanted to get the first...

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You do not Understand

The statement ”You do not Understand” is one of the most overused and abused statements in the English language. It is most of used to dismiss the comments, ideas, and inputs of those the person making the pronouncement. It...

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One Day

One day I will think of Sandy and just smile. Smile for all of the happy memories that we shared. Smile for her smile. Smile for her love for me. Smile for my love for her. Smile because I was lucky enough to have her in my...

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Equality?

I grew up in a time of total, institutionalized, inequality based upon race, sec, religion, sexual orientation, or any other damned thing that varied from the Male WASP ”norm”. Even though I lived relatively rurally...

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Wedding Night

I am going to share my wedding night. No, it is not a ribald tale of sex and debauchery. Far from it. We came from a culture and time where sex was reserved for the wedding bed. But that is not the story I am imparting...

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Poor White Trash

When I was getting out of high school in the late 1960’s America was going through a revolution. No, I am not talking about the counter-culture (hippie) movement nor am I talking about the peace movement. The movement that...

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