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The Boathouse…a short story

She saw the shack and the dense fog behind it.  She looked around, but she was alone.  She stared at the door, then at the water, then back at the fog.  She sat down to think.  She didn’t remember seeing … Continue reading

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Okay, so…

Here’s the thing…when we sleep, we don’t actually think about being awake.  We don’t miss our kids, animals, spouses, don’t worry about our cars, or what we’re having for breakfast.  When we are asleep, we’re on a different plane of … Continue reading

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And when it’s over…a poem about Death

and when it’s over and I’m gone I won’t look back to see what I had done check on my mistakes or any of the three things I might have done “right” because life lived on earth should stay there … Continue reading

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What if…

what if death isn’t the end but the escape route what if death is the best thing that could ever happen to us what if we’ve been taught to fear or dread death when we should actually be celebrating and … Continue reading

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We don’t know what’s out there, or where we’ll end up…

I started watching the PBS program about the inner planets again. When they started talking about things 5 billion years from now, all I could think of (besides the fact that we don’t even know what’s going to happen tomorrow, … Continue reading

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Today is: National Love is kind Day

people talk about love and kindness ALL THE TIME they set aside special days to celebrate love and kindness they write stories and poetry about love and kindness they take photographs of love and kindness they tell others to be … Continue reading

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Driving…thoughts. I must tell you that this may not make any sense to most of you and I can understand that.

I’ve always had a strange relationship with Death even when I was little I felt as if Death was always looking over my shoulder I could feel her there but instead of holding out her hand asking me to join … Continue reading

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