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Cavalier vs. Cadillac Care
“I recognize you. What are you doing here?” The scrub-garbed young man said. Incredulous. “Didn’t we take care of you?”
Onomatopoeia
What does a zipper have in common with a buzz saw? Or flip-flops with a tuk-tuk? (A tuk-tuk was the auto rickshaw we rode in Bangkok last fall. Not the best transport in a traffic-congested city. Noise clogged the scenic view. And sucking up fumes amidst the taxis, scooters, and trucks. Argh for one’s health, angst on crowded streets.)
Revolution is built on Hope
At last we saw the latest Star Wars epic, Rogue One. Smash, bang, boom, whip fast, gee whiz, shazam!
Grace
My belief system should be clear to you, Constant Reader. I’ve often used the Einstein quote in my four years of blog-iverse blather. There is a God and He offers miracles daily. I believe. It’s a choice.
Pure Fiction, out of my league
The elf raised the wooden stamp as high as his bruised elbow allowed. He paused, scrunched his eyes, and listened intently, hoping that someone, something, anything would intervene.
His heart ached as much as his arm. Kerthumped in his chest. A chest that didn’t rise or fall—because he couldn’t breathe. Paralyzed by insight.
The New Forthright
It’s the new forthright and it’s no fault. But it’s caused me to fear… What can we do about it, friends?
Nostalgia and Angst
It’s Christmas/Kwanza/Hannukah season – and dozens more holidays around the world. Peace and joy!
Tis the season of celebration. Tis the season of frenzied preparation and sumptuous feasting: go-go-go, gulp!
Tis the season of nostalgia. Tis the season of angst.
Pregnant Pause
“Whatever happened to Sarah Sota?” the snide talking head asked.
Process
I am a Process, not a Product Person. A PP, not a PP: pick your poison, peeps. I enjoy/dislike the act of doing/achieving more than the outcome/aftermath.
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