Category Archives: prose

Lost and Found

Posted on June 24, 2019 by

The spider works quickly to get the larger insect wrapped within its web. The insect doesn’t struggle; it may be dead. But the web is in tatters and shakes violently every time the spider moves. I watch the action, hoping … Continue reading →

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First Thoughts #1: Sarasponda

Posted on May 6, 2019 by

Sarasponda, sarasponda, Sarasponda ret set set Sarasponda, sarasponda, Sarasponda ret set set. A doray-oh, A doray boomday-oh A doray-boomday ret set set Ah-say pah-say oh. Remember the Sarasponda song? Apparently, I do. I learned it forty years ago when I … Continue reading →

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Weekend Wildcard (Flashback #3: Doing it Anyway)

Posted on April 27, 2019 by

Flashback #3 in my re-posting from a blog I wrote several years ago about my struggles with depression. My purpose in revisiting the “old” me is to remind myself and any others who care to read, to: claim the positive … Continue reading →

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Weekend Wildcard (Flashback #2: Brushing off my Faith)

Posted on April 20, 2019 by

This is my second time of re-posting from a no longer active blog I started in 2012. The blog was my way of working through a rather severe episode of depression. My purpose in revisiting the “old” me is — … Continue reading →

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Weekend Wildcard (Flashback #1: Free Fall)

Posted on April 6, 2019 by

In 2012, I began my first of many blogs, entitled “Lifting the Weight.” Seems like eons ago. I looked this week and was surprised to see the blog still sitting out there in the ether, looking none the worse for … Continue reading →

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In Passing

Posted on April 3, 2019 by

We met at the park, the one where a paved trail winds around an open grass field. He walked his tiny black poodle in one direction. I walked my midsize white Eskie in the other, and we would cross paths, … Continue reading →

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Alone Time

Posted on February 4, 2019 by

Chules is sick today. I can hear his tummy roiling from across the room. He’s been in- and outside at least a dozen times since morning. When I let him out, he beelines to the side yard fence, and tries … Continue reading →

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