Category Archives: father

Not Quite Odysseus Yet

“There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.” Homer, The Odyssey    I’m heading out. Physically, I’ll be on the road Saturday morning to visit Dad down in the Ozarks. It’s a 10 … Continue reading

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Throw me Thursday: Move

This belated Throw me Thursday post is written on behalf of my good friend Rebe who spent yesterday moving from one place in Denver to another. Cheers, Rebe! We had to get rid of the cat and the dog too … Continue reading

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There is a funeral procession driving past my house.  A long, black hearse followed by another and another and another car swish through the street cutting the sun from my window in choppy stutters. The weather is calm, almost warm.  … Continue reading

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Throw me Thursday: Whiskey-Money-Doll

@karriehiggins (Karrie’s blog) took a play on words from a conversation we’d been having about an old Twilight Zone episode that still haunts me from way back, Talking Tina. Karrie said, “@EVictoriaF Keep “whiskey money doll” in mind for your … Continue reading

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Reaching in my pocket and coming up with lint

You want to know something stupid?  I can’t tell you a good damn thing about most of my sisters and brothers.  I sure can’t tell you what it was like to live with them, because most the time, I didn’t.  … Continue reading

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That Would Be Telling

I’m sure if I found some misspelled, grammatically incorrect, thoroughly embarrassing school project 20 or so years after the fact and transcribed it in all it’s agonizing glory for you to read, it could be construed as a self-flagellation of … Continue reading

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Two If By Land

My daughter is just on the verge of 3 years old, but already she has a favorite story of when her mama was a little girl. It hearkens back to the days of Atlas Pit before it became a reputable … Continue reading

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