The sweet green scent of string beans! These are the few gathered from my balcony garden, and as I prepared them, that clean smell rose up, taking me back to sitting on my grandma Bunch’s porch snapping beans as a kid. “You better make sure you get all the strings out or you’ll have to […]
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A Flash Memoir: The Old Piano Player
Even before I officially began my studies in Psychology, as you can read in the introduction I worked in law enforcement, not exactly a profession where you think of as officers listening to anyone, but a lot of the time those of us who wanted to, could do so. For me it was never about […]
The Eclectic Crazy Life I’d Missed
The current seminar group that was guesting in the house, a yoga group who had booked part of the house for a special week for sessions of laughing, screaming and dancing/singing (among other things), was leaving on the morrow. They’d spent the day at points all around the lake, as their special focus was water […]
“What Might Have Been”–Reading Old Love Letters
Ah, the wistful memories of youth. As troubled as mine was before my “zero hour” came, there were times of joy, moments of precious, private pleasure. Almost at my fourth decade now, even when I look back knowing what eventually came of those hopeless infatuations, the unrequited loves and painful crushes, it is so very […]
Three Dreams & A Decision
At a certain time in my life the library was my favorite place to be. As a child, both my parents worked long hours and since we were too small to go with them or it wasn’t allowed, when it was necessary, we were dropped off at the library and had to basically stay […]
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