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Frogs, dogs, and other lifesavers

I don’t remember the first time I loved an animal, just like I don’t remember the first time I took a breath. It was an automatic, involuntary thing. In my family of origin, we had a beautiful German Shepherd named, Duchess. I grew up with her. She was the fifth member of the family. We knew she loved Mom the…

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While we’re being all weepy and sappy…

A week or so ago, I wrote about grief and “crying”—a post that seemed to touch a nerve among a few, mostly female, readers. (Obviously all the men were too verklempt to respond.) But I have two more thoughts about the mysterious way our tear ducts become a spigot for the emotion sloshing around in our hearts. We cry from…

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Make like a tree and “leave”

On an afternoon walk Saturday, I noticed in a neighbor’s yard, a mostly barren tree. I say “mostly barren” because while the uppermost branches are naked against the sky, the branches closer to the ground are still sporting giant clusters of shriveled brown leaves. This strikes me as odd, since we are well past the season we call “fall.” Somehow these leaves…

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Hanging with Frodo, Rocky, Harry, and Ren

Lord of the Rings, Rocky, Harry Potter, and Footloose. Four totally different films, and yet each contains a common element: A protagonist leading a life of obscurity is suddenly thrust into the forefront with a seemingly impossible task to tackle. About nine days ago, my friend, Jes, invited me to climb out of my hobbit hole and join her in the  #YourTurnChallenge. While I love to talk about writing,…

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Trip fuel and moon pies

As most seasoned travelers will tell you, the planning of a trip is critical for success. For us this means two things: (1) Prescription medications that allow us to function like human beings in public; and (2) Our colossal snack bag of junk. Go ahead, waste your time on Kayak and Yelp if you must, but nothing spells f-u-n like orange-stained…

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The pesky problem of un-grieved grief

A recent spate of mild earthquakes in the Dallas/Fort Worth area has scientists scratching their heads. Something is going on deep within the earth. Theories abound: “It’s those freaking frackers.”  “It’s the minions of hell cheering for their favorite NFL team.” (NOTE: I personally go with the more scientific “option b.”) Meanwhile, 250 miles east, I’m trying to make sense…

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How my being a writer saved your life

As I skipped over to the computer this morning to spring into action…and by that I mean, when I peeled away the drool-covered hair stuck to my forehead so I could see the computer screen, I realized how lucky you (the readers) are that I am a writer. Not because I have endless words of wisdom or pithy phrases you…

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Who needs that flaky Muse?

I read somewhere that there are now some 350 million blogs in existence, with two more created every second. For us math-challenged writer types, that’s one blog for every 20 people on the planet! I frankly find it shocking, that with that much insight, inspiration, and information pouring forth daily into the world, colleges and police departments are still in…

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Too soon it will be too late

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” Dr. Seuss Rush hour in “the big city.” If you can pry your face away from that steaming cup of “Your-only-hope-to-make-it-through-the-morning” Joe, take a look around at…

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Bonnie and Clyde terrorize Chicago

Lest you assume these are the musings of a blogger who just wants to “ship” a new post every day for a week in the #YourTurnChallenge, I will come clean upfront: These are the memoirs of a mobster and his moll. It can now be revealed that back in October, up in Chicago, my wife–Cindi–and I went on a wild,…

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