Category: firstfridays
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The Woman in the Wallpaper, Part Two
Today’s post is a continuation of an essay written as a university assignment. Every detail is true, except for the name change of my then fiancé, known here as Frank. The Woman in the Wallpaper––Part Two Months later, while roaming the aisles of Target Stores, I note a young boy of about 14 […]
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The Woman in the Wallpaper–Part One
I am posting this autobiographical essay in parts because the original essay was written as such. I wrote this in response to a course requirement in the Advanced Composition course at Simpson University. Every detail, even the seemingly miniscule, is true to the best of my recollection. The exception is the name change of my […]
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Quiet on the Blogging Front: The Happy Soul
I’m back after a hiatus full of funk, junk and many deliveries to the local transfer station, formerly referred to as THE DUMP in childhood days. We mark our days by events. Having surpassed the 19th anniversary of the worst day of my life, I’ve been in a funk, a funk […]
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Excerpt #2 (1000 Deaths)
Burn injuries are not like a broken bone that once healed, can be concealed by flesh. There is no place to hide, no protective shell to retreat beneath. Four days from this writing, July 4th, will be my 19th burn-a-versary. There are many deaths from burn injuries: 1000 surely seems exaggerated, unless you are the […]
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A Polarity in Self-Awareness
Oh, the faces I make while moving through the events of an ordinary day. Something tells me I am not alone. My trail-walking face: smile, wave, greet passers-by with a cheery “Good Morning.” My traffic face: scowl, growl, and glare with shoulders scrunched up to my ears and hands raised, outspread to each side, greet fellow […]
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The Abyss
Dear Jaydan, Your mother prepared a wonderful tribute to her beloved son: I ‘ve enclosed a note to you–– You didn’t know how much you would be missed. You didn’t know of our unfailing love for you. Your mother, your father, Your brothers and your sisters, Your Gram and many others, too. This abyss. Every […]
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Excerpts from 1000 Deaths
I am posting an excerpt from writings I began several months ago. It is a true story, written in the present tense, of life after burns, yet the story in its entirety does tells of the accident, subsequent hospitalization and such. The title 1000 Deaths is a temporary, working title at this point. […]
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My Little Town––My Earworm
My father, 81, still lives on the property he acquired from his father in the mid 1950s. I visit him on a weekly basis, typically Sunday afternoons. On my most recent Sunday visit, I decided to listen to some oldies, via Pandora, on the Simon & Garfunkel station. My current town is about 20 miles […]
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It’s Saturday Morning–in Honolulu, USA
I didn’t make my Saturday morning blogging goal by Pacific Time, but hey, it’s Saturday morning in Honolulu. I’ll console myself with that. I’m not really the sort to be happy coming in second place, but I am elated to learn I placed second in our university writing contest. Am I maturing? Maybe, maybe not. […]
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