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The Fourth of July is a nostalgic time for me. I remember with pleasure and wonder blankets under the sky at Jackson, Mitchell, Wilson, and Juneau Parks. 652 more words



In the spirit of Ice Cube, “Today (is) a good day”:

The keiki played at two playgrounds to their heart’s content.

This mum warmed up her Fitbit (The Big Kahuna found it and I’ve ended its hiatus from last October.) and got her cardio on. 307 more words

How I Roll

Hitting the pause button

Over the next several weeks, I will be very active in transitioning leadership of the organization I founded to its new executive. There will be scores of details to address, skeletons to exhume, and introductions to make. 262 more words

How I Roll

After you are grown up

She had known that they were all bored by him, but it had never occurred to her that he was equally bored by them. He was as ever kind and subdued, but the sad perspicacity which she had learnt in suffering suggested to her that, though he probably never acknowledged it to himself and never would, in his heart he disliked her.

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What was I made of?

When he died, I went about like a ragged crow telling strangers, “My father died, my father died.” My indiscretion embarrassed me, but I could not help it.

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No fascinating stuff

I’d love to know how Dad saw me when I was 6. I’d love to know a hundred things. When a parent dies, a filing cabinet full of all the fascinating stuff also ceases to exist.

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Wall of indifference

They were talking more distantly than if they were strangers who had just met, for if they had been he would have been interested in her just because of that, and curious, but their common past was a wall of indifference between them.

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