Category Archives: memories

“Compose Yourself”

My life’s calendar has been that of schools since I was five years old.  Even in retirement it hasn’t changed much.  As a former teacher, this is still an important time of the year for me. I have former students graduating—from … Continue reading

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I Am Here to Pump You Up!

Since I left high school (50 years ago!) I have been up and down with my physical exercising.  I’ve had periods where I’ve been waaaay too sedate and gluttonous and ballooned drastically.  I’ve been a tri-athlete, running ten miles a … Continue reading

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“In the Beginning”

I hated high school. Yep. I was in the Class of ’68, but it wasn’t Rydell High and I sure as hell wasn’t anyone noticeable, even in a class of 50. Hell, when graduation rolled around, I was tied for … Continue reading

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“Not Relevant Anymore”

I was born in December of 1950 and grew up in small towns in northwest Missouri. My family for generations were people who had been farmers, owners of small shops, and in service occupations. My grandparents made ends meet as … Continue reading

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“A Cup of Tears”

It’s been a while since I’ve done any writing.  I’ve been busy with all sorts of things the last few months–big remodel of the house (inside and out), traveled to the UK for two weeks, back and forth to the mountains … Continue reading

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“Circle of Gold”

On December 30, 1972, I married my best friend, Nancy Fender. She put a gold ring on my finger as we pledged to love and honor one another as long as we both lived. January 17, 2013—forty years, eighteen days, … Continue reading

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“Shaving”

We shaved together this morning—my grandfather, my father, and I—smiling at one another in the mirror of memory. I dragged the razor through the foam, up under my chin; then looked down to rinse away three days’ stubble. “You missed … Continue reading

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