I’m about to make another small hiatus from this blog, just for the sake of renunciation, which is not always virtuous.
A few days.
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The Pump and the Second Hand
Over 9/11 I was hospitalized for DKA and the stomach flu. I was at work when I became extremely nauseated, received IV fluids and medication, and was eventually transported by ambulance (my coworkers) to a local ER. 490 more words
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A Husband's Epiphany
Men, do you ever realize as you’re saying something to your wife that it’s not coming across as you meant? I found myself in a similar situation today. 57 more words
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Have I mentioned that I love the blues, much more than jazz?
In Chicago, I kept waiting for a really good, long, intense night of blues, one to which I could dance. 83 more words
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lucile de godoy
Music speaks through lyrics to tell stories. It touches hearts and minds because it connects them to life experiences – good or sad moments.
I hardly ever remember lyrics as my full attention focuses on the music alone. 255 more words
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When N. gave me this album in 1998, I didn’t know Anatolia from Azerbaijan, but I liked it immediately. I gave it to my student J. 370 more words
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We got into Trinidad very late last night.
It was raining. We had issues at customs with our visas – forms we went to a lot of trouble to fill out and send through prior to arrival but turns out you don’t need to. 301 more words
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