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2nd Cup of Coffee, 9/30/2020: AFTER ALL, IT’S ONLY A NUMBER.
If we knew how important each year would be, we’d spend more time appreciating them. Happy 110th birthday, Mom. I’ve no idea how (or if) Earthside birthdays are celebrated There. I know you were always telling me how ecstatic you were when at 42, Doc Wilder in Umatilla, OR told you I was going to … Continue reading
2nd Cup Freewriting From Years Past (3/9/19): HERE’S TO ALL THE ALMOST-WONS
If Batman was a writer, FREEWRITING would hang in a prominent spot on his utility belt. That’s how underrated a weapon freewriting is in the writer’s arsenal. Freewriting can be triggered by anything. A taste suddenly reminding one of a long-forgotten refreshment . . . An old, yellowing picture commemorating a youthful event . . . … Continue reading
2nd Cup of Coffee, 9/10/18: COFFEEOLOGY – STAY GROUNDED
Riding the breeze, the slip of paper whisked within inches of Granger’s nose, causing him to flinch. I know what you’re thinking. “Bet he slopped a little of his coffee, too, huh?” You think you’re so-o-o smart… He frowned as he stooped to pick it up, then smiled at himself, huffing through his nose as he … Continue reading
2nd Cup for 8/3/17: LETTING YOU GO
“. . . filing the rough edges of my thoughts.” Sudden grief hits the soul like a tossed Jim Beam bottle hits the pavement. The larger memory-shards are all odd-shaped. Every edge bears the ability to slice and lacerate. Those we easily see, gingerly picking them up and beginning the cleanup of myriad details. The smaller bits … Continue reading
‘SPLORIN’
They looked around, wondering where Danny was. Again. Like his namesake, he could be depended upon to get bored with social settings and being proper. Whatever there was close by to explore was always the first place to look. They’d learned, too, that he may take off without food, but he never went ” ‘splorin’ ” without a … Continue reading
GRANGER: ADDICTED TO SOMEDAY
There are few things more appropriate on a mid-December morning than fresh, hot coffee. For me, this is true. Fresh, hot coffee and I go way back. We’re like this. There’s something old-friend-like about this office. Sometimes I sit back, enjoying my initial mug of java while scanning the room and its panorama of memories. This was one … Continue reading