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My Own Bit of Buddha Nature
Pre-spinal fusion surgery, I described my gait as ”a drunken Frankenstein.” My neurosurgeon thought it apt. Subsequent surgery and yoga have improved my walk considerably but my gait is still ”spastic”...
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Dying Alone
My neighbor, Eva, and I share a wall. It divides our apartments, intersects our lives, leaving jagged the edges where we do not meet. One of those edges was Harriet, who shared a wall with Eva. This...
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Monday Morning 9 AM Social
Grace and I talk a lot about community (or lack thereof) within our apartment complex. There are four buildings, perhaps pockets of community within each, but together, we are factions. Management...
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How Not to Become a Zen Master
“That’s right. Blame it on Zen,” my neighbor, Grace, says. With Zen, I just don’t hold onto names or nouns anymore was what I was thinking, aloud it seems. Grace is a Zen master not because she is 90...
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Every Time He Shakes His Tail
I was in my late 30s, finishing my Master of Arts thesis, when I finally understood writing as a process. Admittedly, it sounds silly but in 1986, the “how-to” of writing was threatening an academic...
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The View from Down the Hall
A lesbian lives down the hall from Connie, not that she cares. It’s a label she has avoided all her adult life and now, at 88, a neurologist asks if she and Babs “are a couple of queers.” It isn’t the...
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The Cable Guy Meets Old
It might not have happened if the recycle dumpster had not been overflowing is what I initially told myself. But that day with the cable guy had nothing to do with the dumpster. No proverbial straw...
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When Zero Was Not a Number
In the woods outside my window, it seems like nothing will stop this growing of green and the flurry of flashy red cardinals as they prepare their nests with their olive brown mates, who blend...
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Life as a Pirate: A Love Like No Other
Note: Regular readers may recognize the picture of these four young pirates or remember a bit of the previous post but writing, like memory, is a collage of images—the who, what, when, or why—jostling...
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Where We Are All Alive Always
Recently, I was reminded I have been blogging for 10 years as of this month. It doesn’t feel that long any more than it feels like I am in my 70th year. Once I would have been world weary with the...
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