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When “Stuff” Hits the Fan…

The last time I sat down at my keyboard and wrote was on the one year anniversary of my blog’s creation, over four months ago. Up until then, I had frequently written about the trials and tribulations of navigating grief and loss AND a home that my parents shared for 43 years. 1,334 more words

Daily Life

Memorial Day, Capitalism, and Progress

New York Times Columnist Charles M. Blow published a piece today on Memorial Day that I found simultaneously interesting yet slightly mistaken. He does correctly argue that a large majority of U.S. 886 more words

History

In Memory

Liberty

Justice

Freedom

I hear the ring of Liberty’s bell;
Sacrifices made for my free will.
Some may doubt, but know this well,
I salute those who tyranny kill. 55 more words

Poetry

I Remember: The Understory

Raise a glass

In remembrance of

Fire and strip poker and getting away with it,

The parents that raised you and the parents that gave you life. 119 more words

Understories

Happy Veteran's Day: A Tribute to the Flowers Family

Memorial Day, Owen Freeman

War kills people and destroys human creation; but as though mocking war’s devastation, flowers inevitably bloom through its ruins. After a long siege, a prolonged bombardment for months from all around the harbor, and numerous fires, the beautiful port city of Charleston, South Carolina, where the war had begun in April, 1861, lay in ruin by the spring of 1865.

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Black History

Having a Good Bad Day

Today was a bad day.  It was planned to be a great day–and I still did all those great things but I didn’t get to enjoy them like I wanted too. 537 more words

Depression

Proust: True paradises are paradises lost

“Yes: if, owing to the work of oblivion, the returning memory can throw no bridge, form no connecting link between itself and the present minute, if it remains in the context of its own place and date, if it keeps its distance, its isolation in the hollow of a valley or upon the highest peak of a mountain summit, for this very reason it causes us suddenly to breathe new air, an air which is new precisely because we have breathed it in the past, that purer air which the poets have vainly tried to situate in paradise and which could induce so profound a sensation of renewal only if it had been breathed before, since true paradises are the paradises we have lost.” – Marcel Proust… 48 more words

Literature