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It’s About Time

It’s About Time Being a time historian has its inherent problems. First of all, if you don’t know the exact time of an event that you are studying, you can miss the time completely. There is no second chance. Once … Continue reading

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A Touch of Chocolate

A Touch of Chocolate King Milton was well versed in Greek mythology. So when he was fortunate enough to save the satyr, Silenus, from another drunken binge and captivity, he knew that on the return of Silenus to the god … Continue reading

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Sight Lines

Sight Lines I should have realized that going out on a blind date at my age was a bit shortsighted. I was to meet her for a sightseeing trip in downtown Manhattan. I was told I would know her by … Continue reading

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It’s Just a Thing

It’s Just a Thing He was only 10 years old. A child prodigy they said. Who knew that it would go so far.  It started with a drawing he did as a 5-year-old. “That’s an incredible picture of a horse,” … Continue reading

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The Sound of Silence

The Sound of Silence When I get stressed and need to step back from the world, I find a comfortable place to sit and just listen. I wait for the soft sounds of the wind blowing in the trees; the … Continue reading

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Oh, Wait!

Oh, Wait “It’s time to leave for dinner,” my dad said.  “Okay, I’m ready…Oh, just wait.” was her reply. There was no need to rush, I thought. I’ve seen this act before, we’ve got a least half an hour before … Continue reading

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A Taste of Chocolate

A Taste of Chocolate My mother worked at Fanny Farmer’s chocolate factory when I was young. The factory itself was within walking distance of our house. My favorite activity when I was old enough (around 9 or 10) was to … Continue reading

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The Game

The Game Tick, tick, tick, tick… the clock keeps ticking. All I can do is watch it. With my hands tied behind me, and my feet strapped to the chair I have nowhere to go, and time is running out.  … Continue reading

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Off-Course

Off-Course I was banded in 2018, in a small town in Indiana. Learning the ropes was hard at first. My wings had feathered and I learned how to fly, however, remembering where my home base was located was complicated. Each … Continue reading

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States of Being

States of Being I was exhausted and achy. After all the work that I had put into repairing this house in the woods, would it be worth it?  The problem started when I got the letter. It was a threatening … Continue reading

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