Category Archives: growing up

An open letter to my dead father

Trigger warning: lots of them; read at your own risk. That young boy without a name anywhere I’d know his face.  In this city the kid’s my favorite.  I’ve seen him. I see him every day.  Seen him run outside … Continue reading

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Funeral for a friend

My best friend in high school died over the holiday. He was my age.  I hadn’t spoken to him since May of 2005 and I distinctly remember the phone call. Frank apparently died alone in his apartment in Florida and … Continue reading

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Dad, you ever hear of The Tubes?

I always prided myself on thinking on my feet. In my family, it was a survival skill and often the result of the mercurial nature of my other three family members.  It was a fine summer afternoon back in 1976 … Continue reading

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One Cup, Two Americas

It has come to this. Story link: Daily Mail: ‘Coffee should not come with political brainwashing!’ Anger at Starbucks over green ‘unity’ cups that coincide with the election as customers demand traditional holiday designs Bring us together. . . no, … Continue reading

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We were friends once, and young

Today’s screed is a situation that probably everyone can relate to or has experienced in one form or another. From The Washington Post: I was ghosted by my bridesmaid. It hurt more than any breakup. Best friends just. . . … Continue reading

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How I Got My Parents to Buy A Color TV

I shudder to think of what could have happened. What happened was bad enough. Of course, you know I was a curious child, which has gotten me in trouble ever since. And my dad, a Korean War Marine MP knew … Continue reading

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Nostalgia or Reality? The Travails of Someone Who Remembers Too Much

I wanted to write something light today, maybe a story from my younger years not punctuated by my father’s threats of violence or my mother’s benign neglect. In short, without the grand hand-wringing mess of angst this blog has, unfortunately, … Continue reading

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