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February 26, 2018

All I know to do is wait. Wait, pray, ask for help, and hold these feelings.

I messed up on the computer. It means my pictures, documents, and files may be lost.

I have a saving place, but I have not backed up anything in a year or more. I planned on waiting until I’d fi...

February 19, 2018

“Good question. I write because I must.”

Later, when I am alone, I ponder the question. Why do I write? Writing certainly gobbles up my time. Takes me away from family, friends, housework.

It’s as if I have been called to write my observations: a brilliant sunset seen th...

February 12, 2018

Four people were sitting together under the television on the wall. I sat where I could watch the weatherman showing maps.

Five minutes later, I asked, “Did the weatherman say ice and maybe snow?”

The man responded, “Yes, and it looks like it’s coming our way.”

“Let’s hop...

February 5, 2018

(The writing of this blog follows the viewing of a moving documentary called Touched by Auschwitz and a bad dream.)

When I was young, my family lived in either a town or city with houses all around us. We had a small garden, neighborhood friends, a corner grocery, and a...

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