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Nov.11.2012
This is a repost in honor of Veterans Day.
He was tall, with thick gray hair combed straight back. He wore dress shoes, black slacks and a gray sport coat. He was sitting in the last seat at the end of the counter. To his left was a tattered brief case, key-lock kind, not a combination. Denny’s –...
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Oct.31.2012
He was slightly bent over. She stood a little straighter. Her hair was thin and his was gone…mostly. They held hands and measured their steps as they walked by the park benches, and finally sat to rest.
Lovely young things with fake breasts bounced by them. Tall tan ladies with...
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May.06.2012
It didn't look particularly huge last night - but it was amazingly white! I love the moon. . .and the sky. Venus and Jupiter were very visible.
"Beauty is a form of genius - is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts in the world like sunlight, or...
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Apr.18.2012
I have an evening ritual...I look for the moon. I am disappointed when it cannot be seen.
I love the moon. I am amazed that something so constant, so structured can have so many variables. I love watching the phases and the evening colors that come with them. The moon at her fullest...
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Mar.17.2012
My father was Irish – with Irish roots and a heritage that colored his personality.
I happened on a PBS special about the Irish potato farmers. Two things caught my attention: they were known to be fine story tellers, and they were known to be tall.
My dad, loved to tell stories with voices...
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Feb.25.2012
I purchased the “Brazilian Butt Lift” workout from Beach Body. My derriere isn’t big – though it could use a workout. I’m actually more interested in the overall workout which includes the abs, upper body, and legs.
I won’t be seeing my husband until May. Supposedly there is a...
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Feb.24.2012
I must go down to the sea. I must.Perhaps it’s the combination of grit and smooth, cool and sun – warm on my bare feet - my human feet connecting with the sands of a thousand years that puts my life into perspective.
And wading slowly into waters that have touched many shores and ships and tickled...
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Feb.21.2012
I miss touching you…
I miss long kisses and moist nights with cool wine, and bright stars.
I want to listen to the soft sounds of guitar and gentle drums with you.
Do you remember the sand on your toes?
I remember the salt on your lips, and mist in your hair.
Recalling your sun darkened arms around...
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Feb.17.2012
This is actually a repost. But I Skyped with my husband this morning. He is still in Uganda. And I remembered being with him.
MORNING JAZZ
Silky swirls of a soft saxophone fall across my shoulders and cause me to relax and link words together to string a necklace around the morning....
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Feb.17.2012
I’m afraid if I don’t write I will lose the words that are smooth, and rough and satiny and taste like warm brandy, or muddled fruit drinks, and glisten like diamonds and ripple like black velvet and hang heavy like rain-soaked wool and lift like gentle smoke from families’ hearths and soar like...
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Feb.16.2012
If I could strike one phrase from the English language – at least the 21st century English. It would be - just sayin’.
What does this mean? It sounds as if what you are saying is not really true. Because you’re just saying it, there’s no foundation, no fact, just words you are saying...
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Feb.15.2012
Sitting at a Starbucks in Las Vegas, I watch a tiny (tall but bent-over) old lady with red lips and rhinestone sunglasses enter the store and make her way to the counter. My mind began whirling "could she have been a show girl at one time." There was an attitude of "look at...
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Jan.31.2012
Standing at my kitchen window I see the moon. The fresh-picked basil and spinach leaves are draining in the colander. The aroma of the sliced peaches (once frozen) grilling is sweetly heady and sensuous.
I pick up the velvety leaves with both hands and breathe in their earthiness. I am...
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Jan.29.2012
I have a novel in my mind. It’s been there over three years. I think it’s a Phoenix. It frequently will soar high and make wide circles of thought and let the wind carry it far into a space that is filled with characters, who meet ach other, and sometimes fight fiercley, and then they...
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Dec.31.2011
Today is usually the day that people make their New Year’s resolution…March is usually the month they break it. Perhaps we’ve chosen the wrong word to express our determination to resolve an issue, or a situation. The original meaning is from the Latin resolutio-/resolution, from...
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About Sharon
I live in the land of 'Pause...somwhere between middle-age and "let me help you across the street." However, that's only when I look in a mirror. All other times I think I'm 39. I'm Texas-born and California-raised. I married and raised my kids...
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