Tag Archives: Family

On the occasion of a birthday.

My birthdays tend to be a bit over the top, in both style and duration. I realize this is a bit silly and juvenile, but so are many things that I also like. I also realize that this tradition would … Continue reading

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This morning has sucked. How the day goes? It’s a choice, right?

I have heard that people in partnership (though I think it is probably sage advice for those not as well) should never go to bed angry. I like that idea. I make every effort to always make that happen. But … Continue reading

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Another True Story.

There are all sorts of things going on in my head right now that I should be focusing on, so instead I am going to tell a story about another person. This is probably sort of shady, but I think … Continue reading

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What’s up, Red Lightning?

This post is going to be my own ruminations on the bizarre compulsion so many (often not even “real”) red-heads have regarding self-congratulatory self-identification and self-promotion. If this is going to bother you, don’t read it. Further, I am starting this … Continue reading

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Words for a moment when there simply are none.

For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes. ~ Milan Kundera There are … Continue reading

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Family: The unfamiliar is so familiar.

my daddy was a bankrobber but he never hurt nobody he just loved to live that way and he loved to steal your money Everyone has their own narrative about their family. The story a person tells about their family … Continue reading

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Rule #1: Be sure you are not placed on the end of any group photo.

My parents recently moved back to the area. Apparently the true 1%ers they have spent a lifetime trying not to be, they are now going to be snowbirds, (of a sort, still choosing rather atypical resting points.) As this move … Continue reading

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I Love L.A., Part Five: “We love it we love it we love it!”

Century Boulevard – We love it! Victory Boulevard – We love it! Santa Monica Boulevard – We love it! Sixth Street – We love it, we love it, we love it!! We love L.A! I get up early now. I … Continue reading

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I Love L.A., Part Four: “Look at these women!”

Look at that mountain Look at those trees Look at that bum over there, man He’s down on his knees Look at these women There ain’t nothin’ like em nowhere I met my aunt at the Vanilla Bake Shop in … Continue reading

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Another holiday that serves to stir up some confusion, but in the end, it is about gratitude.

Father’s Day (more correctly meant to be written Fathers’ Day) lands squarely on the third Sunday in June every year. Today is that day. It should be a fairly uncomplicated concept: a reciprocal day to match Mother’s Day occurring a … Continue reading

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