Monthly Archives: January 2010

Arriving at Samara

Rarely are things the way we imagine them to be. Sometimes the mental images and ideas we have formed in our mind about a person, a place or an anticipated event can never match the truth of reality. Other times, … Continue reading

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Words at 36,000 Feet

It’s hard to write this high in the air with the plane bouncing back and forth due to unexpected turbulence, and the man in front of me, who has elected to recline his seat as far back as it will … Continue reading

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Discovering Playboy

Like so many men in the 1970s, my father had a passion for Ian Fleming’s novels and was always eager to see the newest film adaptation. Back then, Bond, James Bond, was played by Sean Connery, a suave, hip lady-killer … Continue reading

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Gingham Ducks & Retread Soles

My mother should have been an economist, not simply a stay-at-home housewife in suburban Alabama. She could stretch a dollar farther than that mysterious stuff in an egg of Silly Putty. Of course, being thrifty can be a good trait, … Continue reading

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Craving Sleep

The Buddha states that the root of all human suffering is grounded in desire, in our constant and insatiable craving for things we think we need or want. While I agree with this wise philosophy, I am still human; sometimes … Continue reading

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Beauty Rituals: My Mother’s Hair

My mother never allowed herself many luxuries. We lived in a fairly large home in an upper middle-class neighborhood; my father, who was an attorney, made good money, but despite these facts my mother never felt secure. Money to her … Continue reading

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Earliest Memory

Some people say they can remember as far back as the womb. I find that hard to believe but I suppose anything is possible. As for me, my earliest memory – one that is truly mine and not one I … Continue reading

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Memories from Childhood

Oral stories are powerful. They affect both teller and listener in ways a written work cannot. The story of my birth has filled me since I was young enough to comprehend words. My mother loves to tell it; she finds … Continue reading

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Be Grateful for Time

It seems most people in life, especially in our ultra-modern world of instant everything, are in a battle with time. The average relationship of a person with time is complex and frequently at odds. For many, there is never enough. … Continue reading

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