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One year ago, second time around

On this date last year my divorce was final. It is my second divorce. My marriages didn’t really fail, ultimately peopled changed and made choices. Changes had to be made. I thought I was the type to let go and move on quickly, I was wrong. Oddly, I moved on from this last marriage quickly but the eight month girlfriend that followed was harder. In time, that too found it’s way into my real view mirror.

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Automatic Politeness

One summer I witnessed my son and his two friends sitting near the bottom of a grassy slope in front of my home. All three had their Game Boy’s out working on making it to new, unexplored levels of Pokemon, a game series in which they each possessed a cartridge. When one would get stumped, the other would offer to help them through that part of the game. Hi-five’s abounded as they reveled in their accomplishments, and consoling pats on the back when certain failure occurred at each new level.

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Stories for the New Year.

Perhaps there’s something to the ancient conviction that the way to immortality is to live on not in a body, but in a story. A person without a story is truly dead.

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Never Go Back to the 20s.

My students are often dismayed when I announced that the worst is still in front of them. The teens, even with High School, adolescence, and hell of Jr. High (considered by many the worst...

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I Did a Bad, Bad Thing, Part I.

I Did a Bad, Bad Thing, Part I.

That did it. “Oh my god,” shuddered Jer, who was a germaphobe. He was now both genuinely frightened and genuinely relieved that he now had a reason to not put himself in the compromising position of admitting to his roommate and demonstrating to Blondie that he was a virgin, “I hadn’t thought of that. But you can’t get a STD from kissing, can you?

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