Category Archives: aging

compared to what?

People like to ask me how I am. I’m coming to think the answer is a matter of relativity. (#1036) Continue reading

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souvenir

In 1961, a grade 9 student gave me three blades of grass she had plucked from under the fence at Graceland. (#1029) Continue reading

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anatomy

The Battle of the Bulge, not by the First Airborne Division, but by me, at home, at the table. (#1028) Continue reading

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