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Some Days are Different

Early every morning, around seven, I put my sweet Doberman, Shadow into the hatchback and head out of the village to give her some liberty. I’ve been taking her out to Moore Road. 406 more words

Wealth Isn’t For Everyone

I don’t blame you for not believing me, but I really didn’t enjoy wealth. I enjoyed parts of it when I was in my teens, living ‘at home’. 253 more words

The Writers’ Scourge

At the office, nobody bothered me. The president of the ad agency for which I worked thought I was a genius. He didn’t want anyone to disturb me, because he wanted to be sure I would create winning storyboards for our… for his clients. 406 more words

My Friends Didn’t Like Me

I’ve learned that my friends, my buddies from those exciting years between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one, didn’t like me. I had no idea. They never let on in any way that I could see. 446 more words

Fighting the Busyness of Life

The best intentions are often not enough to battle the busyness of life.  I like to write.  I have promised myself that I would not allow my job to interfere with the pleasure of writing.   270 more words


On Solitude


To sit, in silence — sometimes to think, or to read, or to listen. And other times just to simply sit.

Today the skies are grey and the room around me is filled with the soft sounds of rain on the windowpane and the gusting of wind through the trees. 452 more words