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Under the Bed

Mustering my courage I crouched low and peered under the bed. It wasn’t my inner child banishing boogey men. It was my outer house cleaner confronting dust bunnies. Rogue dust rhinoceroses was a more fitting term for the tumbleweed-sized collection of neglect. Winter vortexes, snow cyclones, thundersnow, (plunging temperatures by any other name) brought on… Continue reading Under the Bed

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Inane Conversations

Review, edit, and revise. The tamable written word serves me well. Stammer, blurt, and misspeak. The rowdy spoken word escapes my grasp. Examples of conversations I never should have had: Chat With A Stranger Who I Thought I Knew Me: (Upon seeing a woman in the church parking lot) Hi! I haven’t seen you in… Continue reading Inane Conversations

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I Don’t Know Much About Art (And For Now It Will Stay That Way), But I Know What I Like (Or At Least I Thought I Did)

As a college coed I wandered into the art department while the art students readied for an exhibit. Their canvases scattered about the floor in a haphazard manner while the artists determined the best arrangement for the walls. I paused at one canvas, studying the interplay of squiggles and ovals and shadows from an undetermined… Continue reading I Don’t Know Much About Art (And For Now It Will Stay That Way), But I Know What I Like (Or At Least I Thought I Did)