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IF YOU WANT MORE
- Molly, Molly, how do I love thee?
- prejudice by any other name is still prejudice
- a man of letters (8) – combat! January, 1945
- BJU and Me: Queer Voices from the World’s Most Christian University
- never play this game after midnight
- it’s a simple matter of justice – remembering Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
- weekend specials popular at the Cardinal Cat Cafe
- the hideout – revisited on Friday the 13th., 2023
- Cardinal Cat Cafe
- 1/6 two year anniversary
- Bervin’s grandmother’s advice to K McCarthy
- human frailty, mendacity, and George Santos – plus pink boxing gloves
- last train from Gun Hill – and Ukraine
- twas the week before Christmas…
- I hope you dance
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Flannery O'Connor answered the mystery for me of why I write?
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I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.
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Tag Archives: covid
unfinished business: a man of letters
In the summer of 2018 I published eleven stories focused on letters written during WWII by my father to my mother, his mother and others. I ended the series with the assurance that I had other letters written by my … Continue reading
Posted in family life, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, Reflections, Slice of Life, sports, The Way Life Is, The Way Life Should Be
Tagged 1950s education, 8th air force, basketball and baseball high school coach, brazoria, covid, dallas cowboys, earth burning, fishing, grimes county texas, gun violence, hunting quail, letter writing, miami florida building collapse, richmond, segregated schools, southern baptist churches in richards, sports teams, WWII veteran
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the final new year
She sat in her large recliner covered with worn blankets for extra warmth. She was shrunken with age and her spine was so curved by scoliosis she slumped down into the bowels of the chair. It seemed to swallow … Continue reading
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