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5 Random Things on Monday

I could write a coherent essay but then I would have to choose a topic when what I really have in my head is a list of random things from this Monday spent in Michigan’s beautiful Upper Peninsula. I’m trying to be a decent friend to people who have experienced the death of a child…

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Minnie and BowWow Discuss Sadness

BowWow: There’s been a lot of death talk talk around here lately. It’s a downer, man. Minnie: I know what you mean. It seems like everything is downhill from here. BowWow: Way to cheer me up, Minnie. Minnie: Sometimes you can’t get cheered up, BowWow. Sometimes, you just have to be bummed out for a…

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I Went to a Funeral Today

We were the last to come. The trip was longer than we’d planned and by the time we got to the church, nearly all the pews were filled. My old friend stood at the front of the church, a small cluster of people around her. An arm’s length away, her daughter lay in a casket, her black hair splayed across a satin pillow and a bouquet of flowers at her waist. A small poster of the Virgin Mary was propped on the casket’s lid. She was still like a painted wooden statue, her extraordinary light gone, doused. There were only a few hints left of the exotically beautiful girl she…

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Originally posted on Red's Wrap: Stand with 10,000 ghosts Hear their last words Hurrying to the river Running into the trees Shedding this life for new ? Drop your envy and yearning on the ground Nestle your love in the rocks’ mortar Be part of the wall that stays behind Shelter the lost and the growing Reach your arms to the sun and the blue ? _______________ Photo taken at Tuzigoot National Monument in Arizona. Written to honor the passing of the son/grandson of two long-time friends. The Daily Post: Footsteps ? ? ? ? ?

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The False Liberation of Swearing

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: Swearing is liberating. Cursing, using foul language, whatever you want to call it can make a person feel tougher, more powerful. A woman cursing says she could give a s**t about what other people think, she’s unaware or uncaring about what’s ladylike and what’s not. She can go to…

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Back Up

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: Once in the mountains of Colorado after nearly two weeks of traveling in our ’48 Ford, after days of my mother’s infamous silent treatment, and after an hour of trying to get his notoriously temperamental light meter to work so he could take a decent picture of Pike’s Peak, my father tossed the light meter in the roadside trashcan and told us all to get back in the car because “We’re going home now.” Earlier in this ill-fated trip, my brother, who was 14 at the time, dropped a rock from a cliff aimed squarely for my 11-year old sister’s blond head twenty feet…

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The textbook for my class came yesterday in the mail. It’s a little chilling, especially the bars on the eyes. I haven’t been a student for a long time but it was really my favorite thing. Oh, not when I was in grade school or high school. Then school was a dread festival in all…

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